Chapter 457: Chapter 463: Start Your Performance! (4th Update)

Watching the scum cat and the vulgar chicken squawk and run around him, Yang Zhen grabbed them one by one and threw them aside, saying irritably, “What the hell are you doing? Just calm down for this Sao Saint!”

The scum cat and the vulgar chicken looked defiant, but as magical beasts, they were frustratingly physically weaker than Yang Zhen. They could only submit to his despicable might, turning up their noses, indicating their reluctance to stoop to his level.

Yang Zhen also wouldn’t stoop to the level of these two lunatics. Seeing that Saint Lin was hesitant and didn’t dare to enter the Mobei Abyss, Yang Zhen cupped his hands around his mouth like a loudspeaker and shouted, “Saint Lin, please start your performance!”

After hearing these words, the people who had been panicking were dumbfounded, and they burst into laughter so loudly that even the solemn Thousand-Spirit Saintess couldn’t help but show a trace of a smile on her face. She turned and glanced at Yang Zhen.

While Saint Lin was still posing, he almost fell from the sky when he heard Yang Zhen’s words. He turned his head and glared at Yang Zhen, his face pale with anger.

Of course, nobody could see Saint Lin’s facial expression since he had on an Iron Man mask. Even if Saint Lin made faces, nobody would ever know.

Bang—!

Another wave of tremendous energy erupted, startling everyone. The violent force blew everything around, rushing in all directions like a vast tidal wave, covering the sky and the sun, the power of the heavens surging.

However, the crowd was standing too far away from the Mobei Abyss, and even though the energy waves were terrifying, they had lost their power by the time they reached the numerous flying boats.

After two terrifying energy wave explosions, the Mobei Abyss seemed to fall into deathlike silence. Yang Zhen waited for a long time but did not detect any more energy coming from the Mobei Abyss.

“What’s going on?” Yang Zhen looked at Peak Master Mo with a stupefied look on his face, a bewildered expression in his eyes.

He hadn’t heard of this situation before!

Cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd. Even Peak Master Mo’s face brightened, and he said to Yang Zhen, “This is a great fortune! This is a great fortune indeed! This situation isn’t the first time. The last time this happened, there were only one-third of the usual Death Zy in the Mobei Abyss. We don’t know where the other Death Zy have gone, but they’re not at the entrance of the Mobei Abyss. Our chances of getting in have increased!”

Amid the sounds of cheering and excitement, Yang Zhen had a bad feeling. Damn it, he thought, these Death Zy must have left their posts at the entrance of the abyss to go do something nefarious elsewhere.

In this situation, it seemed easier to enter the Mobei Abyss, but it would probably not be so simple once inside.

However, although these people had been trying for fifteen years, they had never been able to enter the Mobei Abyss. Obviously, they hadn’t considered what might happen once they’d entered.

They would just have to take things as they came, feeling their way across the river by groping for the river’s rocks.

Yang Zhen looked up and surveyed his surroundings. The entrance of the abyss, which had been filled with explosive energy waves, was now dark and silent, seemingly lifeless. The terrifying Mobei Abyss was quietly suspended between the heaven and earth, seemingly non-existent.

But the more inconspicuous a place is, the more terrifying it is when it explodes.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and glanced at the scum cat and vulgar chicken, who also seemed a bit skeptical. Their ability to sense danger was obviously much stronger than that of the human practitioners.

“Do you sense anything?”

Yang Zhen moved next to the scum cat and asked, staring at it.

The scum cat looked puzzled, and with a strange face looked at Yang Zhen and said, “Damn it, I can’t sense anything!”

“Why can’t you sense anything?” Yang Zhen asked, confused.

“Master…” The scum cat said with a serious face, “I smell food ahead!”

“Fuck off, just fuck off!” Yang Zhen irritably kicked at the scum cat.

“Danger!” The vulgar chicken suddenly spoke.

Yang Zhen’s body shook, he turned and asked the vulgar chicken, “You can sense it?”

The vulgar chicken nodded but did not speak. It turned its head, tucked its beak into its feathers, and began to preen itself.

Yang Zhen picked up the vulgar chicken and was about to question it when a hearty laughter echoed through the air, followed by Saint Lin’s voice.

“Everyone, the Mobei Abyss has fallen silent once again. It seems that some of those damned Death Zy have gone to hibernate. This is our chance. Everyone must follow my speed. When I distract the Death Zy, you must enter the Mobei Abyss without delay!”

Boom—!

The crowd erupted in cheers, their enthusiasm and atmosphere driven by Saint Lin, becoming excited.

Countless people began chanting cheers, various flying boats firing up, their engines roaring at full power.

Saint Lin drew a circle in mid-air, cupping one fist in the other hand toward the crowd. “I’m off!” He announced.

“Go!”

“Go ahead, Saint Lin, we’ll follow your pace!”

“Hurry, speed up, we must be the first to enter the entrance to Mobei Abyss!”

Buzz—!

Saint Lin in his Iron Armor flew his way over to Yang Zhen and the others on the flying boat. He made a weird gesture to Yang Zhen, fired up his engines, and dashed toward the Mobei Abyss.

Yang Zhen silently retracted his middle finger, puzzled, he asked Peak Master Mo, “Peak Master Mo, what the hell was that all about?”

Peak Master Mo made a strange face and responded, “He…was provoking you. However, you don’t need to…”

Yang Zhen shook his head and sighed, “Still too young. If it were me, I wouldn’t stoop to such childish actions.”

Despicable Cat, who had snuck up without notice, sneered, “If this Lin kid thinks he can provoke Yang Zhen with this, then he’s overthinking!”

Watching the proud posture of Despicable Cat, Yang Zhen aimed a kick at it irately: “Damn it, when did you get to know Sao Saint well?”

“You stick up your ass… something like that?” Despicable Cat scratched its head, clearly having trouble remembering the expression.

Yang Zhen ignored the creature, turned around and asked Peak Master Mo, “Are those Death Zy really that terrifying?”

As their flying boat approached the Mobei Abyss, Yang Zhen could already feel waves of oppressive silence emanating from it. It felt like the Forbidden Land of Life. Here, except for an extremely strange life force, Yang Zhen couldn’t sense the presence of any other living beings.

Clearly, inside this abyss, aside from the Death Zy, no other living beings existed.

Truly a race of domineering creatures.

Upon hearing Yang’s words, Peak Master Mo gave a bitter smile and said, “You’ll experience it soon. The Death Zy… are even more terrifying than you imagine!”

Yang Zhen was stunned. He saw Saint Lin, acting like an idiot, zoom into the Mobei Abyss.

When entering the Mobei Abyss, Saint Lin already had his face mask open—otherwise, the Iron Armor wouldn’t release any life aura. Yang Zhen had thought about this issue while creating the Iron Armor.

However, Saint Lin was overly worried. Even if he didn’t open the face mask, the moment they entered the Mobei Abyss, the Death Zy would swarm toward them.

For his own safety, Yang Zhen wished he could modify the castrated version of Iron Armor with a life aura amplifying magical formation. Why would he isolate the life aura?

As expected, no sooner had Saint Lin entered into the Mobei Abyss than the entire Mobei Abyss started to boil over.

Boom—!

Saint Lin, trailing a long tail, shot out from the Mobei Abyss, darting off into the distance like a frightened rabbit.

Behind him, a swarm of giant mosquitoes, dense enough to cover the sky and obscure the sun, rolled in like a flood.

“Holy shit!”

Yang Zhen’s eyes widened in alarm.