A strange storm, unreasonable, rushed into the palace. That enormous church, appearing in Wen Xishu's eyes, started to distort and deform.
It was like a hot summer, with the scene before his eyes separated by a layer of mist.
Wen Xishu only felt that the old headmaster seemed to have done nothing.
The old man had just swung his fist a moment ago, and the next second, everyone's attention turned to the church. When they refocused their attention...
Wen Xishu discovered that the old headmaster's aura seemed never to have fluctuated at all.
And everything in the church began to change.
The membranes of the angels' wings began to fade, turning back into a plaster texture.
The huge evil creatures lurking in the church no longer exposed those organs dripping with viscous liquid, because those organs—had already vanished with the mysterious storm.
The silent and invisible fist of destruction.
Wen Xishu was stunned. A monster at least Black House level couldn't even serve as a warm-up for the old headmaster.
This punch, like a gentle breeze, was clearly a punch of destruction, yet no power could be felt from it; it was absolute technique.
A strike capable of killing a powerful monster, yet it didn't even damage a statue in the church.
Wen Xishu had the Scorpion Knife, and what he saw was pure physical damage, which is white damage.
This punch contained no complex power whatsoever. It was pure fist wind.
Xun Hui imagined many scenarios.
One punch to shatter the church, one punch to cause a landslide, one punch to divide heaven and earth...all seemed reasonable.
But it was his first time seeing such a fist.
For the first time, he understood that the old man's technique could be so powerful.
"Ah, I really like watching the sunrise in the hotel's courtyard here, especially in those with a pool, playing in the water with a girl from Bono. It's really comforting."
"I hope that girl is Evelyn. Of course...she's not one of us Isaac People."
Albert's tone was full of nostalgia.
He didn't care much about the juniors' shock at his strength, because this was just the beginning.
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...
Before the bonfire was lit, a small episode occurred. In fact, on the seventieth floor, it was already hard to find a place to set up a campfire.
So it wasn't really an episode, just as expected.
When the group entered the church, Albert looked at the ornate windows and carved walls, memories washing over him.
Nostalgia for the past is meaningless, especially in the eyes of an old man who for years self-suggested that the future should be seized, treating nostalgia as a waste of time.
But Albert still couldn't help doing so.
Because it's too familiar, this city is too familiar to him.
He once, in this church, when sunlight shone through the stained glass windows, illuminating the great and holy classical paintings, lifted a girl's skirt.
He was such a rogue.
He could still recall that girl's slight anger, tinged with some resentment and shy annoyance:
"Albert! You...you naughty boy."
Albert couldn't help but laugh.
Being called a naughty boy, how old was he at that time?
Maybe it was because of his punch, calm amidst storms, serene in the breeze. Or maybe this ninety-year-old man was taking a short rest in the gentleness of time.
Clearly, the Black House in the church being dead should make other monsters vigilant.
But because Albert had long reached a state of mastery, and Wen Xishu, Nissen, and Yue Yun appeared so weak...
At some point, the walls in the church began to seep blood.
The eerie red gradually enveloped the church.
Xun Hui immediately became alert:
"A strong enemy is coming!"
Albert nodded:
"What a bother, my weakest point is probably my ability to resist spiritual invasion."
In Albert's memories, those scenes that should have been beautiful began to slowly turn red as well.
He could accept them being black and white, but not red.
Those were the beautiful memories deep in his heart.
And the monster that suddenly arrived here had the ability to invade Albert's memory instantaneously.
Albert had to admit, this monster was strong.
Wen Xishu, Nissen, and Yue Yun, in an instant, fell into their blood-red memories, their past memories turning into some kind of cage, trying to trap them.
Wen Xishu, after all, had climbed the Deceit Tower, and with his two-stage continued strange abilities, he was clearly more resistant than Nissen and Yue Yun.
"Skill · Baptism of Blood, damage type, mental damage, is gray damage..."
"Skill effect, can distort a person's memory, trap them at their weakest moment, unable to be redeemed, memory no longer follows the historical trajectory but is altered, evolving into a blood-red tragedy..."
"Dying in memory would lead to an eternal coma."
Wen Xishu recited these words as a reminder for his teammates, but Nissen and Yue Yun were already trapped in memory...
He slapped Nissen's face, shook Yue Yun, but to no avail. Their eyes were filled with fear, seemingly caught in extreme terror.
"Damn...are we going to be wiped out here before we even see Sagittarius?"
Wen Xishu could imagine, the one invading here must be the Red House, and a terrifying one at that, in the category of a Tang Rui type spiritual Red House.
Silently invading, catching everyone by surprise...even among the Red Houses, this is extremely outstanding.