"Everyone, this old man can't persuade me, so if you want to do something, you can start now."
Wen Rui looked at the grey-robed people beside Professor Ma and said helplessly.
"I'm the team leader to catch you this time, what's the use of talking to them?" Professor Ma asked, puzzled.
But as soon as he finished speaking, all his subordinates surrounded him.
Professor Ma instinctively felt uneasy and wanted to release his strength to push everyone away.
But he suddenly discovered that his powers were locked!
Only the Great Sage could do something like making the Professor suddenly lose power, so these people suddenly surrounding him was the will of the Great Sage!
Wen Rui was right, there was indeed something more going on here!
Unfortunately, Professor Ma understood too late.
All the grey-robed people's expressions suddenly became twisted, and blue-purple tentacles emerged from their bodies, invading Professor Ma's body.
Moments later, the grey-robed people parted, and Professor Ma became indistinguishable from them.
Wen Rui's mouth twitched slightly; no matter when he saw this scene, it always sent shivers down his spine.
Then he laughed at himself, saying that the so-called Professor's possession of True Order Rank strength and mastery of some powerful instruments were all gifts from the Great Sage.
Once the Great Sage was displeased, all that was given could easily be taken back.
So after realizing the problem, Wen Rui immediately gave up his identity as a Professor and abandoned most of his strength.
And after persuading Wen Rui to surrender, even though Professor Ma always cooperated with the Great Sage, he would inevitably harbor suspicions. So whether he succeeded in persuading him or not, the outcome was still to be devoured by these guys.
The only way out was to stand with Wen Rui, but unfortunately, he didn't choose that path, and Wen Rui's persuasion wasn't very firm either.
After Professor Ma died, Wen Rui brandished the old long spear in his hand at the grey-robed people and said, "You don't need to hide anymore. Come on, see if you can take me away."
The long spear Wen Rui held was the strongest artifact in the Mystery Museum.
It was the Holy Spear that once killed the Saint Heir!
A higher-grade item than the Cup of Divine Blood, it possessed extreme destructive power. With this long spear, Wen Rui could reach the strongest level below a catastrophe.
Unfortunately, after using the Mystery Museum to escape several times, the Great Sage had locked its abilities. Otherwise, using its capabilities, these guys wouldn't have been Wen Rui's match at all.
All the grey-robed people charged together with Professor Ma.
Their bodies emitted a blue-purple force that was highly contaminating, hard to shake off once tainted, and they still retained their strength from life, making them very difficult to deal with.
Wen Rui stood guard at the Mystery Museum's door, ceaselessly swinging the Holy Spear in his hand.
For battles below a catastrophe, the Holy Spear's power was immense, effectively ignoring defenses, causing death upon contact.
Each time he swung the spear, a radiant light would shoot out, and a grey-robed person's body would be hit, turning to ashes like paper burned by fire, scattering on the ground.
Finally, Wen Rui thrust the spear into Professor Ma's chest, retreating the blue-purple tentacles from his body, and his consciousness took over.
Now he finally understood what Wen Rui meant by his earlier words.
Being controlled by the blue-purple tentacles, the endless fear threatened to devour Professor Ma. Now, with death near, he felt relief instead.
The blue-purple tentacles were just the surface; inside was something extremely terrifying.
It definitely wasn't something the Truth Society should master, nor was it related to the omniscient God's power; the power itself seemed to exist to destroy everything.
Professor Ma uttered with difficulty and then closed his eyes, turning into ashes and disappearing between heaven and earth.
Wen Rui didn't feel good either, his body covered with wounds, having endured several attacks to defeat these guys.
But he didn't relax at all, knowing that those he defeated were just a part of the pursuing army.
There would be others coming to hunt him down, and perhaps the next wave of pursuers would be an unbeatable foe.
"I made a distress call to him; hopefully, he'll come."
"According to my investigation, that son of mine is quite remarkable now; perhaps my slim chance lies with him."
Wen Rui sat at the entrance of the Mystery Museum, squinting at the orange sunset, waiting for the next wave of enemies to arrive.
The Mystery Museum could no longer move, and the Holy Spear couldn't stray far from it, while the Great Sage could locate Wen Rui at any time.
Without the Holy Spear, with the next wave of enemies arriving, Wen Rui would surely die, so he had no choice but to wait here.
A colossal beast ambled over, but Wen Rui felt no worry.
This beast couldn't damage the museum; its immense size and crude moves meant it couldn't attack Wen Rui sitting at the entrance.
However, just as the beast approached the Mystery Museum, it suddenly paused, wriggled irregularly twice, then burst into a rain of blood, staining everything around red.
A majestic figure descended from the sky, his body covered in scales, with antler-like things on his head and two dragon whiskers gently swaying.
He was the Chairman of the Hunter Association of the Capital District... Ye Haimo!
Wen Rui spat on the ground and sighed, "Looks like my luck is bad."
Seeing Wen Rui, Ye Haimo's eyes flashed with harshness, "You're from the Truth Society, aren't you?"
"Yes, how about I surrender? As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything," Wen Rui said, raising his hands.
Ye Haimo shook his head, unwilling to accept this person's surrender.
He slightly bent his knees, instantly rushing to Wen Rui, punching him without even giving Wen Rui time to raise the Holy Spear in defense.
At the critical moment, a black crescent blocked between them, causing Ye Haimo to vigilantly retreat a distance.
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Wen Rui relaxed, exhaled comfortably, "Looks like my investigation was correct. I'll leave the rest to you. Don't trust this guy too much."
Wen Wen frowned, "What do you mean? I find him much more trustworthy than you."
Wen Rui said weakly, "It's too tedious to explain. You inherited abilities similar to mine; use them on your eyes, and you'll know what I mean."
"I'm too tired; I'll take a nap..."
With that, Wen Rui fell into a deep sleep. After many battles, he was truly at his limit now.