Chapter 125: The First Terrifying Incident Upon Arriving in Another World

Right after that, however, an extremely tragic scene unfolded: this alternate world was much farther away than he had anticipated!

As a result, when he used the space-transference ability of teleportation, he could only cover half the distance.

Staring at the surrounding pitch-black void, Wang Hui was utterly terrified. His mouth opened and closed continuously as if he were trying to communicate something to Xiao Zi.

Yet there was no air here, meaning sound could not travel, and Xiao Zi could not hear a single word he uttered.

Still, looking at his expression, it wasn't hard to guess that he was probably close to suffocating.

Just as Xiao Zi was about to take action, a massive surge of energy violently swept over the two of them.

This energy possessed no distinct attributes; it was the most primal and purest state of energy. Xiao Zi had no doubt that if they lingered in this damned place for even a moment longer, he and Wang Hui would be torn to absolute shreds by these turbulent energy currents.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Zi channeled every ounce of energy within his body, preparing to initiate the energy-intensive teleportation skill once again.

If he were alone, it certainly wouldn't be enough to bridge such a vast distance, but by entering Wang Hui's body and tapping into his energy reserves, things might just work out.

Sensing the coordinates of the target space, he clenched his teeth hard.

Utilizing the soul parasitism skill, he directly entered Wang Hui's body and triggered the teleportation ability anew.

As the energy within Wang Hui was rapidly drained, both his figure and Xiao Zi's vanished from the spot.

The very next instant, Xiao Zi was completely dumbfounded.

That formidable turbulent energy seemed to have detected their presence and began frantically surging toward the pair.

Yet amidst all this, Xiao Zi's teleportation skill miraculously failed to work.

"Dammit!"

Knowing that staying here for even a split second could spell disaster, Xiao Zi didn't hesitate for a moment. He gathered all the remaining energy from both himself and Wang Hui, launching a direct teleport toward the destination space.

The rules of space were pushed to their absolute limits by Xiao Zi in that single moment, and the two of them finally managed to escape this nameless, ghost-forsaken place, bidding farewell to those completely unpredictable energy currents.

Yet the moment they arrived in the alternate world, a mysterious bolt of energy struck straight at Wang Hui's soul before vanishing without a trace.

This energy seemed intent on completely disintegrating Wang Hui's soul. With no other choice, Xiao Zi used his own energy to guide and neutralize this force, but given his already depleted state, this maneuver nearly caused his own soul to scatter into oblivion.

Once everything was settled, he lost consciousness entirely for the very first time.

When Xiao Zi regained consciousness and once again perceived his surroundings, he was completely baffled.

"Didn't I come to an alternate world? Why does it feel like I'm back in my original world?"

Gazing at the towering, cloud-scraping modern skyscrapers around him, along with the endless stream of traffic on the streets below.

Isn't this a quintessential modern metropolis?

He tried to sense the current state of this world, but try as he might, he couldn't conjure up even a sliver of energy.

That last teleportation skill had thoroughly drained both him and Wang Hui dry.

Wait!

Where was Wang Hui?

Glancing down, he found himself floating in mid-air, looking for all the world like a typical wandering ghost.

Yet Wang Hui was nowhere to be seen.

Could that kid have gotten lost in that bizarre spatial rift and perished utterly?

Pondering over what happened right before he lost consciousness, he figured the probability of that wasn't one hundred percent, but it was at least thirty percent.

At this thought, he was instantly overcome with grief: "My subordinate has perished, and my sorrow is hard to mend. How to dispel this melancholy? Only by growing stronger!"

Of course, that remark was meant in jest. Right now, due to the instability of the teleportation skill, they must have been scattered to two different locations in this world.

What needed to be done now was to recover his strength as quickly as possible, and then create a commotion large enough for Wang Hui to pinpoint his location and come find him.

As for how Wang Hui would recover his strength, it was simple: by absorbing people's fear of the oceans and deserts.

Although Xiao Zi wasn't very familiar with this world, surely it had deserts and oceans, right?

Since they existed, there would bound to be people who felt fear toward those places, meaning Wang Hui wouldn't have to lift a finger to regain his power.

As for Xiao Zi, he had two methods to restore his strength: first, absorbing human fear; second, using the soul parasitism skill to devour human soul power.

Children make choices, but Xiao Zi wanted them all!

...

Down on the bustling street, a woman was walking with her head bowed, staring at her phone. As she scrolled, she felt as though there was some smudge on her face.

Women cherish their beauty, a truth that holds in any realm.

She immediately retrieved a compact mirror from her handbag to inspect her reflection and touch up her makeup.

Right at that moment, however, she discovered something intensely eerie.

Aside from her own face—which she considered quite pretty—her small makeup mirror also reflected a pale, ghastly visage.

In that fraction of a second, the surrounding air seemed to grow biting cold, and she noticed another terrifying detail.

The street, which had been bustling with activity just moments before, had grown dead silent.

The strange changes all around began to cause a panic within her. Glancing once more at the pale face in the mirror, she trembled slightly with fright.

With great difficulty, she slowly turned her head to see what was standing right behind her, only to find the same lively street as before, entirely unchanged.

Patting her chest and telling herself it was probably just hallucinations due to recent stress, she turned back around to resume touching up her makeup.

Yet the moment she looked into her compact mirror once more, she froze entirely.

For the object held in her hand was no makeup mirror at all—it was unmistakably a dripping, blood-soaked human head!

"Ah!!!"

The woman let out a piercing scream and tried to flee, but her limbs refused to obey; she was utterly paralyzed.

Gradually, she felt her consciousness fading, her awareness of her own body slipping away, until darkness finally consumed her completely.

Pedestrians nearby had already noticed the woman's bizarre behavior, and noting that she possessed a certain attractive charm, they stopped in their tracks to watch the spectacle.

Yet what transpired next far exceeded their wildest imaginations.

The woman, who had been fine just a moment before, watched as her skin began to slacken at a visible rate, her entire body shaking violently.

Her head drooped straight down as she muttered something incessantly, and the veins beneath her skin became clearer with every breath she took.

This spectacle terrified the onlookers, who concluded that the woman must have suffered a sudden onset of some extremely rare and severe illness.

Someone stepped forward to check on her condition, but upon approaching, they were met with the woman's blood-red, glaring eyes.

The next second, the woman collapsed to the pavement, her skin deathly pale, unmoving.

"Hey! Are you alright?"

A braver onlooker stepped up, giving the woman's arm a gentle nudge in an attempt to rouse her.

Yet under his push, the woman abruptly snapped upright into a sitting position and lunged forward, sinking her teeth into the passerby.

The very next second, the passerby's eyes turned crimson as well, displaying the exact same symptoms as the woman.