Chapter 85: Timely Arrival

In an instant, Lakan and his two companions were slaughtered, utterly powerless to resist. With a slight wave of his hand, Donald made the storm vanish without a trace, as if it had never occurred.

However, after unleashing his psychic power, Donald crouched down, clutching his head, gasping for breath. His eyes burned red, his face twisted with a manic expression—resembling Lakan's earlier madness.

“Get out of my head… Don’t even think about controlling me!” Donald growled, his face contorted, as he fumbled in his pocket for a syringe and jabbed it into his temple.

After some time, Donald gradually regained composure. “All these years, I have never used this twisted psychic power again… Yet the power continues to grow within me, now reaching a strength that even terrifies me. One or two more uses at most, and my consciousness will be completely assimilated… I’ll become just like them!”

He glanced at Mr. Big Lung, who lay unconscious nearby, took out a vial, and injected him. Feeling his breathing begin to steady, Donald breathed out in relief. He summoned the giant sea urchin hidden underground and sent Mr. Big Lung inside.

“When you reach the critical point, you’ll begin to devour on your own… Fortunately, there are enough biological weapons in the Biochemical Fortress for you to consume. Stay alive, my friend…”

“The Psychic Union is close… The psychic surge just now surely didn’t escape their notice. I must leave, or if I clash with him… no one will survive here!”

“I hope Ye Hai can succeed… Perhaps the zombie virus truly is a mistaken path. The Solar Staircase is humanity’s true future! If only I had discovered the Solar Staircase twenty years earlier, maybe… the Zombie Star would have been very different.”

With these words, Donald swept his gaze around, eyes lingering with a hint of nostalgia, then turned and departed.

Not long after, torrential rain began to fall where Donald had stood. Strangely, the rain was concentrated in a tight two-meter square, gradually pooling and forming a humanoid figure of water.

“This is surely the power of the storm… Such majestic force can only belong to the Psychic Union.” “Dr. Donald, it really is you… I’ve found you, hahahaha… At this level of psychic power, you can barely suppress it now, can you? Return to the embrace of the psychic—The Psychic Union is your ultimate home!”

With that, the water figure split in two. “Hmm! No need to use too much force to pursue Dr. Donald, it’s only to trigger the psychic within him. The Mother Spider must still be handled with caution.”

The two equal-sized water figures linked arms, one gradually growing larger and the other shrinking. When the size difference reached four-to-one, they separated again. The smaller one dissolved into mist and chased after Donald’s trail, while the larger one seeped underground and vanished.

A moment later, a small snake emerged from the soil and grew into a human form—Hu Kong.

At this moment, Hu Kong’s eyes were filled with terror. His body weakened, collapsing to the ground.

“So this is the Psychic Union? No wonder the four great clans have hidden for twenty years, never daring to show themselves. Is this truly something we can oppose? Can ART-3 Eireta, who awakened intelligence last, really change our clan’s fate? What is so special about her that all eleven branches of the four clans established observation posts here?”

“I am no longer fit to remain in the black market… When I return to the clan, I’ll request the Snake Lord send a new agent.”

…

The Fly, relying on his familiarity with the terrain, had been fleeing with Titch for over twenty minutes. Earlier, as the Talan Army and First Defense Army launched a death blockade against the mechs, the Fly had carried Titch to the garage, commandeered a vehicle, and circled the mountaintop.

However, once the three mechs broke through the blockade, they quickly tracked down the Fly’s whereabouts, relentlessly pursuing him, drawing ever closer.

The Fly was desperate. He knew that unless he held out until reinforcements from the core of the forbidden zone arrived, he’d be smashed into a pulp by those ferocious iron men.

“Er Gouzi, did you succeed? Don’t you dare die on me! Mr. Ye Hai said if we pull this off, we’ll be pardoned…”

Lost in anxious thoughts, the Fly failed to notice the mechs closing in. The car was now within sniper range.

“Blow out his tires—I want to crush that scoundrel who took us for a joyride into meat paste with my own hands!”

A high-energy beam shot through the woods, precisely blasting the car’s front right tire. The vehicle spun out of control, crashing hard into a tree. The impact slammed the Fly into the steering wheel, breaking three ribs and splitting his scalp dangerously, but his robust physique saved him from instant death.

The crumpled hood pinned him in the driver’s seat, blood frothing from his mouth. Soon, the three mechs surrounded the pickup truck. The leader tore open the cabin and yanked the Fly out by the head, squeezing his skull in his palm, pressure rising.

The Fly howled in agony, clearly hearing his skull crack.

Another mech found Titch in the back seat, grabbing his ankle and dangling him upside down. “Tir, want to play ‘Head Hardness’ in kinetic armor?”

Tir’s interest piqued. “Head Hardness” was a cruel game they played on Chaos Star, slaughtering slaves and prisoners of war—each participant would grab a victim by the ankles, spin them, and collide their heads together using centrifugal force, repeating until death.

As one of Chaos Star’s five warlords, Kobay