Chapter 484 - 302: The Frequency Band of Pain! Who Are You?
As the pain racking his body grew more intense, the Bow Lady applied more and more force, but Yang An still couldn’t see anything.
"That’s not right! Don’t press harder. Ease up a bit!"
Yang An realized something. He shouldn’t be increasing the pain; maybe he needed to reduce it.
He seemed to be figuring out the trick to it. His pain and consciousness had to be attuned to a specific frequency to see these invisible things.
Otherwise, not only would he be unable to see or touch them, but he would also be helplessly subjected to their attacks, unable to fight back.
At Yang An’s command, the pain wracking his body quickly subsided. A sense of relief washed over him, and a feeling of reality returned to his consciousness.
It was like a tightly wound spring suddenly loosening a bit. His consciousness pulled free from the quagmire of confusion.
The world, which had just been clear and real, now suddenly seemed unstable to his eyes. The entire world felt precarious, as if it could collapse at any moment.
"Stop!"
Yang An’s gaze froze as he quickly ordered the Bow Lady to stop.
At this precise level of pain, despite the dizziness from the repeated fluctuations between agony and relief, he could see more than a dozen human figures.
These figures had him surrounded. Each held a sword, and they were constantly hacking at him.
The lines he’d seen earlier were the Sword Qi from these figures’ attacks. The Sword Qi struck him right as he was adjusting the level of pain, and he was unable to react in time.
In an instant, more than a dozen streams of Sword Qi pierced his body. A great cloud of blood mist erupted from Yang An.
But at that very moment, a torrent of blood-red lightning burst from the mist, indiscriminately blanketing an area hundreds of meters across and engulfing all the figures.
RUMBLE—
A deafening peal of thunder rolled across the sky.
Wherever the blood-red lightning passed, the figures were obliterated as if they were dead wood. They exploded instantly, and the air filled with a thick, scorched smell.
WHOOSH!
Yang An’s figure reappeared on the other side, his slashed body healing rapidly.
He now had a general idea of how to deal with these things. As long as his pain was on the same frequency as these creatures, he could harm them.
After the sword-wielding figures were destroyed, the area was swept clean. Nothing remained, and everything quickly fell silent again.
’This place is so strange! Why can I see different things by experiencing different levels of pain? Whether it was the enormous ooze monster from before or the sword-wielding figures just now, it’s as if they don’t exist in the same time and space, yet they can all attack me.’
Yang An touched his forehead, forcing himself to stay calm.
The rapid shifts in pain were also causing shifts in his consciousness. The resulting dizziness and disorientation were awful; the mental torment far outweighed the physical damage he had just sustained.
Yang An couldn’t help but think, ’If only Fu Ming were here right now. He would probably know what’s going on.’
Just then, the sound of rushing wind came from the distance, as if something was rapidly approaching.
Another dozen or so figures suddenly shot in from the distance, entering Yang An’s line of sight. At the same time, a voice carried to his ears from afar.
"Who are you? Why do you seek to destroy the Golden Sword Sect’s training grounds?"