Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1169 - 510: Captured and Interrogated

Wu Yaobang definitely knows where the exit from this wrinkled space is located.

He has exited already and reached out to the outside world.

This explains his awareness of external information.

However, Liang Yuan feels puzzled—how did Wu Yaobang cultivate so rapidly, boosting his power this fast?

One should remember, even the top experts from the Guangfu Three Great Sects fall before me like mere dogs to the slaughter.

The Plague Priest from the Water God Sect, the Forest Bishop of the Earth Mother Sect, and the Evolution Conference Chair of the Spiritual Ability Sect—all unable to withstand more than a handful of my strikes.

These individuals' primary attributes top out at 70 points at best.

Yet Wu Yaobang boasts a primary attribute of 87 points?

How on earth did he achieve such cultivation?

Where there's oddity, a major mystery lurks—Wu Yaobang hides a tremendous secret.

Wu Yaobang kept his face steady, fixing his gaze on Liang Yuan as he uttered in a grave tone: "Why? Must you probe every detail?"

"What is it you truly seek by coming to me?"

"A powerhouse like you wouldn't go unnoticed outside; you lack for nothing."

"Plenty of Genetic Mutation Beasts roam this wrinkled space. Want their blood essence? Help yourself. I won't stand in your way."

"No deep grudge divides us, right?"

Though Wu Yaobang avoided outright surrender in his words, his stance had obviously yielded.

He realized too that, so far, only by sacrificing Angel Corps members in desperate self-explosions could he harm the foe—he simply couldn't overpower Liang Yuan.

Meanwhile, Liang Yuan lacked the means to slay him for good without grasping his 'resurrection' power.

A glint flashed in Liang Yuan's eyes as he demanded: "I have a friend you captured—free him, and then we talk further."

Wu Yaobang froze momentarily, then pressed: "Who is this friend of yours?"

"Li Qinghua, he's with Ding Yan."

Wu Yaobang's face shifted subtly: "So you're part of Ding Yan's crew."

Liang Yuan inquired coolly: "Where's Li Qinghua?"

Wu Yaobang denied with a headshake: "You mean that Space Ability User? He's not in my custody."

"Ha, think you can fool me? My scouts witnessed him dragged back to you firsthand."

Wu Yaobang stated earnestly: "True, my team rescued them after the Cloud Sea Leopard mauled them badly."

"But your Space Ability User friend proved formidable. Back here, he exploited the wrinkled space's instability, tore open a spatial rift, and fled."

"I know Miss Ding lingers here just to save her companion, correct?"

"Sadly, his whereabouts escape me completely."

Liang Yuan's gaze chilled: "You expect me to swallow that rubbish?"

Wu Yaobang scowled: "What proof would convince you?"

"Take off your helmet, and I'll detect any lies."

"No chance!"

Wu Yaobang sneered at once, retorting: "You're a Spirit Ability User—bare my helmet, and it's suicide."

"Oh? Infinite revivals not enough? Scared of a little death?"

Wu Yaobang wavered briefly, yet shook his head with icy mirth: "Seems talks are over?"

Suddenly Liang Yuan bared his teeth in a grin, his form blurring into motion!

Whoosh!

He disappeared from his spot in a flash.

The very next instant, a savage roar erupted atop the church.

"Discuss what? You dare covet my woman!"

Boom!

Boundless frost erupted overhead, as dense ice attribute energy slammed down upon the whole church!

Vast as the church was, it paled against Liang Yuan’s Spiritual Power range.

Liang Yuan’s Spiritual Power spanned almost four hundred meters. With his Ice Attribute Genetic Species unleashing, frost swiftly froze everything in a four hundred meter circle.

The church got encased in ice at a pace the eye could follow!

Wu Yaobang's visage twisted in shock; he bellowed instantly: "Stop him!"

Rumble rumble rumble...

Nearby black-robed, masked Angel Corps members triggered self-destruct without delay.

Deafening explosions rang out, surging energy waves repelled the falling ice shroud.

Yet right then, Liang Yuan materialized on the upper floor.

His palm thrust savagely at Wu Yaobang.

Monumental frost surged forth in a heartbeat.

Wu Yaobang's features contorted wildly; he spun to flee!

Simultaneously, he drew a dagger and slashed it brutally at his own throat!

Death over capture for him!

Buzz!

Abruptly, immense Spiritual Telekinesis barreled in.

Wu Yaobang's body rose helplessly into the air.

Instantly, the dagger-clutching arm twisted unnaturally, shattering like a mangled pretzel beneath the immense Telekinesis.

Shock and fury flashed across Wu Yaobang's face as he bellowed at his surroundings: "Quick, self-destruct!"

Rumble rumble!

A thunderous roar of self-destruction boomed out.

A horrifying blast wave surged forward.

Yet right then, a mighty Spiritual Barrier sprang up, shielding Wu Yaobang completely.

Simultaneously, thick sheets of ice enveloped Wu Yaobang's form, flash-freezing him in place!

"No, no!"

Wu Yaobang unleashed a frantic howl, thrusting out his tongue in a desperate bid to bite it off and end himself!

But instantly after, a piercing crack sliced through the atmosphere.

From a distance, Liang Yuan hurled a slender ice needle!

Thwack!

Straight through Wu Yaobang’s cheek the ice needle stabbed!

Crunch!

As Wu Yaobang clamped down on the ice needle, a sharp crack echoed.

A biting frost rushed inward, icing over his brain and leaving it numb with chill.

Wu Yaobang’s teeth chattered, his pupils shrinking tight.

Liang Yuan’s form had already darted right in front of him.

A massive palm slammed onto his skull.

Squeak!

Liang Yuan smashed the crown atop Wu Yaobang’s head into a crumpled mess!

Concurrently, a see-through filament slammed straight into Wu Yaobang’s psyche!

Buzz!

That filament burrowed into Wu Yaobang’s mind, swiftly coiling around the core nerves of his brain.

With a smirk, Liang Yuan seized the nape of his neck, vaulted skyward, and vanished into the darkness.

The whole church stood utterly encased in ice.

Angel Corps survivors shot furious glares toward Liang Yuan’s departure, slowly turning into ice statues themselves, locked solid within the church.

Through the pitch-black night, Liang Yuan hauled Wu Yaobang along, his silhouette blinking swiftly as it tore across the heavens.

Soon enough, he reached the spot with Ding Yan and the rest.

Ji Xiaoyu and Ni Qi stood guard nearby, as Zhou Qingming, now healed, gawked emptily at Eden’s raging inferno.

Spiritual radiance bathed Ding Yan right now, pure white spiritual energy cloaking her completely. Her superpower had returned, and she drew in the last traces of the recovery potion.

"Boom!"

A dull thud reverberated from above.

The Qi burst detonated with a bang, bringing Liang Yuan’s figure into view overhead.

"Mr. Liang is back!"

"Mr. Liang!"

Ding Yan glanced upward too, pulling back her superpower at once, leaping up swiftly, and calling, "Liang Yuan!"

Liang Yuan gave a nod to the group, then dropped Wu Yaobang from his grasp.

Wu Yaobang’s skin had turned ashen and bluish by now. Beyond his eyes, no other part of him could budge.

With a casual flick, Liang Yuan melted the ice encasing Wu Yaobang away fast.

"Wu Yaobang!"

The moment Zhou Qingming spotted Wu Yaobang, he charged forward, face twisted in rage, and delivered a brutal kick.

Bang!

Wu Yaobang tumbled across the dirt, paralyzed, crashing hard back down.

Zhou Qingming roared in fury, "You bastard, aren’t you some Divine Son? Bring it on, bring it!"

Ding Yan observed the spectacle in confusion, turning to Liang Yuan with a question: "Why bring him here?"

Liang Yuan answered gravely, "He holds a massive secret. Upon spotting me, he’d rather die than get taken alive. Maybe we can force his lips apart, dig into the enigma of this folded space and why he can’t stay dead."

Ding Yan furrowed her brow and stated, "Torture him then."

Liang Yuan paused briefly before agreeing, "Fine."

Zhou Qingming jumped in right away, "Mr. Liang, torture’s my specialty—let me take care of it."

Liang Yuan eyed the pallid-faced Wu Yaobang and gave a small nod, replying, "Sure, he’s all yours."

"Start with his immortality trick, and if he knows an exit from this folded space or if he’s ever left it."

"Plus, get him to spill Li Qinghua’s location."

Zhou Qingming agreed eagerly, then grinned wickedly, yanking Wu Yaobang up to launch the brutal questioning.

Liang Yuan warned, "Yank his teeth out first, unless you want him biting his tongue."

Hearing that, Zhou Qingming nodded fast and said, "Got it!"

He slapped Wu Yaobang’s face hard, sending his teeth flying out with a crack.

One side of his face ballooned, eyes forced nearly shut!

"Mmm mmm——"

Wu Yaobang’s mouth gaped as he wailed, spewing blood and broken teeth.

Liang Yuan freed his vocal cords, though puppet threads kept the rest of Wu Yaobang immobile.

With a cold sneer, Zhou Qingming drew his dagger and chillingly declared, "Ready, Divine Son?"

"Death doesn’t scare you, I bet—but pain?"

"Lucky for you, I’ve got some killer techniques for that."

The dagger lingered above Wu Yaobang’s body, as if choosing the ideal spot to stab.

At the same time, Zhou Qingming whispered like a fiend, "Do you know how many layers of skin can be torn open?"

"Do you know which layer hurts the most?"

"The pain nerves are hidden in that layer, do you know?"

"Haha, not sure? No worries, you’ll soon find out."

"I’ll first scrape away your hair."

Squeak, squeak...

Zhou Qingming gently dragged his dagger across Wu Yaobang’s skin.

The razor-sharp blade swiftly shaved off his hair.

Whether on purpose or by accident, Zhou Qingming’s hand abruptly trembled.

Slice!

Abruptly, the dagger sliced into Wu Yaobang’s flesh, ripping a gash.

Blood gushed out immediately, causing Wu Yaobang to quake fiercely.

Not even Liang Yuan’s puppet threads could halt this instinctive shudder.

Wu Yaobang shook, shouting, "If you’re going to kill, then kill..."

"Haha, sorry, sorry, my hand slipped, but it’s alright, we have to skin you anyway, opening a cut is necessary."

"Sooner or later is the same."

Zhou Qingming’s words drained the color from Wu Yaobang’s face.

Right then, he started pleading for mercy.

"Don’t, don’t act rashly, ask me anything, I’ll talk, you ask."

Wu Yaobang’s mental barriers crumbled instantly.

He had never truly been fearless of death.

Simply possessing this superpower made him appear brave.

Yet deep inside, he was far from tough.

Zhou Qingming felt stunned, surprised that Wu Yaobang yielded so fast.

For an instant, his momentum seemed wasted.

Just then, Liang Yuan stepped up, slapped Zhou Qingming’s shoulder, and said, "Let me ask."

Zhou Qingming fell quiet and moved back.

Liang Yuan stared at Wu Yaobang and questioned, "Alright, tell us, what’s your superpower?"

Wu Yaobang’s face turned ashen, his lips quivered, and he finally revealed his power.

"My... my ability actually has nothing to do with recovery-type powers."