Chapter 706 - 383: Giant Centipede 3

He always wore the mask the old monster had become. The mask was like a living creature, a separate entity that his special ability couldn’t analyze. Yet, it was connected to him, and he could activate it with a mere thought.

The giant centipede seemed to have finished spewing its toxic mist. Yang An was bogged down within it, as countless tendrils of a black substance wrapped around the monster’s body, forming what looked like black Armor on its surface.

The next moment, the countless arms on the giant centipede’s body began to move rapidly, and it transformed into a black shadow, lunging toward Yang An.

Without hesitating, Yang An connected with the mask on his face.

Suddenly, the crimson flame on the mask flared violently. Where Yang An stood, his surroundings were like swirling ash, burning away and transforming layer by layer.

The place within Shattered Armor, originally shrouded by a cataclysm, had been dim. But now, under Yang An’s gaze, it suddenly brightened as dazzling streetlights lit up one by one all around him.

The change happened in the blink of an eye. Although Yang An had mentally prepared himself, he was still caught completely off guard.

This power, like a shift in space and time, made it seem as if his surroundings were wildly sprouting into existence all at once.

When the flames burned out, finally dissipating into a single, drifting spark, Yang An suddenly found himself standing on a long street. Night had fallen, and the air was somewhat cold and grim.

A moment ago, he had been struggling through the viscous air, but now, all the restraints vanished without a trace. However, he still couldn’t use any Mana or Power of Rules, just like in Shattered Armor.

’Where is this...’

In a daze, Yang An had the sudden illusion of having transmigrated back to the modern world, but he quickly realized it was no illusion. He had truly arrived in a modern city at night.

Everything around him gave him a powerful, long-lost sense of familiarity.

But before he could get a good look at his surroundings or ponder why entering the 6th Floor of the Xian Origin Land had suddenly brought him here...

Just then, several blood-curdling screams and shrieks suddenly erupted from not far behind him.

Yang An whirled around at the sound. At the end of the long street, several figures came into view.

Two men in modern clothes lay on the ground, cut in half at the waist. Scarlet blood, still steaming, was splattered everywhere across the street.

Nearby, a woman in a short skirt was pressed against a wall, her face a mask of terror. Utterly horrified, she let out a piercing shriek.

But none of that was the focus. The focus was the figure in front of the woman. A man with disheveled hair, covered in blood, was sprawled on the ground. He was nearly three meters long, with seven or eight pairs of arms sprouting from his torso that he used to crawl. A long tongue, dripping with blood, extended from his mouth—the very tongue that had sliced the other two men in half.

Surprisingly, the screaming woman didn’t attract the grotesque man’s attention. Instead, its gaze pierced through its long, filthy hair and fixed on Yang An. Then, its arms began scraping across the ground as it charged rapidly toward him.

’This thing...’

For some reason, as Yang An looked at the man’s grotesque form, the image overlapped with the monster he had just encountered in the Land of Shattered Armor. The resemblance to the giant centipede was uncanny.

The difference was that the giant centipede monster had exuded a powerful, terrifying pressure. But here, even though this thing charged ferociously, Yang An felt no particular sense of danger.

They seemed to be the same species, or perhaps had cultivated the same techniques, but their auras and presence were worlds apart.