In the dense darkness, he was like a rising sun about to break through the horizon.

"Huff—"

Fang Cheng gasped heavily, exhaling scorching white air.

He felt the boiling blood in his body surge higher, his temperature becoming even hotter.

Hot streams crazily coursed through his limbs and bones.

Meanwhile, Fang Cheng’s consciousness vaguely glimpsed a peculiar scene deep within:

In that void of consciousness, a golden blazing sun hung high, constantly radiating unmatched light and heat.

It seemed to be the true source of all the strength in his body.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng slowly raised his head.

Deep in his eyes, there seemed to be two substantial flames of gold burning fiercely.

He gazed at the trembling shadows huddled in the corner ahead, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widening:

"Come on, again, why not come again?"

He stepped forward, the sole of his shoe crushing the broken bricks and rubble on the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

Along with this action, the weak golden halo on his body pressed forward, emitting a scorching heat capable of igniting the air.

The group of shadows, frightened by the sight, let out a chaotic and piercing shriek in terror, retreating backward in unison.

They scrambled like insects met with a blazing fire, desperately squeezing together, rushing to hide beneath rusty machine bases and deep into wall crevices, even the eerie red light flickering erratically.

At this moment, the fighting spirit had reached its peak.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his chest rising high.

Then he tilted his head back, releasing a thunderous roar towards the darkness full of monstrous phantoms.

"Get out!!"

This furious shout was like a lion’s roar, carrying an unbeatable deterrent force.

As the roar echoed, the golden brilliance on his body exploded completely, transforming into a substantial wave of scorching heat that swept around with a boom.

The remaining shadows hit by this profoundly yang and rigid aura evaporated and smoked as if meeting the blazing sun melting the ice.

They screamed in terror, crawling desperately into pipe crevices, pools, and corners, disappearing cleanly in the blink of an eye.

The water plant returned to silence.

The encompassing darkness seemed to lighten, revealing faint outlines of the surroundings.

Fang Cheng stood alone on the open ground, his chest heaving violently.

His whole body was steaming hot, with wisps of white smoke rising from his forehead and shoulders.

He was like an iron man, freshly emerged from a furnace; his skin burned red and hot, veins bulging.

Fang Cheng calmed his spirit, feeling the scorching heat inside that hadn’t fully subsided.

This power was both unfamiliar and inherently familiar, as if connected by blood.

He gasped heavily, looking at his hands in disbelief.

Did he just punch away those phantoms?

Moreover, he looked down at the back of his hand.

The red swell from last night’s scorching black rain had now completely disappeared under the baptism of heat, leaving no scar behind.

Fang Cheng’s eyes brightened, feeling hope ignite in his heart.

If these monsters could be scattered by this force...

Then, Zhou Ming and other possessed members must also have hope for salvation.

Thinking this, Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his gaze becoming exceedingly sharp.

He shook off the remaining black vapors from his fists, turned around, and strode deeper into the darkness of the plant.

After walking not far, behind a row of abandoned filter tanks.

Fang Cheng caught a heavy panting sound.

A slim figure in camouflage clothes was hunched, prowling like a beast in the shadows.

It was Wang Lan, the president of the Supernatural Research Society.

Upon hearing the footsteps, Wang Lan abruptly turned her head.

Though her eyes had fully turned white, she still locked onto Fang Cheng’s location.

With a low growl, she suddenly exerted force in her legs, leaping like a bloodthirsty leopard.

Her black-nailed hands aimed straight for Fang Cheng’s face.

Fang Cheng did not retreat.

Facing the pounce, he calmly sidestepped, evading the sharp attack.

Utilizing her forward momentum, he quickly raised his right leg, delivering a crisp and decisive front kick, accurately striking Wang Lan’s abdomen.

"Bang!"

Wang Lan flew backward, landing heavily on the dusty concrete floor.

Before she could get up, Fang Cheng had already closed in.

He pinned Wang Lan’s abdomen with one knee, and his hands, like iron clamps, tightly gripped her neck.

Of course, to avoid endangering the lives of classmates, he held back a bit with his strength.

After all, the other party was merely possessed.

He couldn’t possibly use the lethal move he used against the shadow, directly killing a teammate, right?

"Get out of her body!"

Fang Cheng slightly increased his grip, ordering harshly.

Wang Lan’s trachea was held tight, her limbs struggled forcefully.

Her nails scratched the cement floor making a piercing sound as her hands attempted to pry Fang Cheng’s fingers apart.

But that possessed strength blessed by the evil entity was completely suppressed under Fang Cheng’s absolute advantage, unable to exert much power.

"Hiss hiss hiss, hehehe..."

She opened her mouth, squeezing out a series of extremely peculiar and obscure syllables from her throat.

It sounded like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, sending chills down the spine, hair standing on end.

Fang Cheng couldn’t understand what this monster was mumbling, nor did he want to understand.

He simply kept a cold face, fingers continued to tighten, eyes filled with ruthless intent.

Planning to use physical suffocation to forcibly expel the shadow.

However, just at that moment.

Deep in Fang Cheng’s mind, a certain long-sealed talent seemed to be quietly activated.

Those originally garbled hissing sounds fell into his ears, and were instantly auto-translated into a clear and complete phrase:

"You...are not...of this world..."

Fang Cheng’s hand suddenly paused.

He stared at Wang Lan’s rolled-back eyes, his gaze turning cold, and asked sternly:

"What are you talking about?"

The monster possessing Wang Lan’s body seemed to sense Fang Cheng’s surprise and suspicion.

That face’s features twisted bizarrely, pulling out a sinister and horrifying smile.

A raspy, strange voice again spat out from the mouth:

"You will be...targeted by...the Holy Master...your fate...is doomed not to escape..."

Fang Cheng heard this, frowned tightly:

"What Holy Master? What world? You bastard, what are you even talking about?!"

Speaking, his wrist muscles suddenly tensed, and the strength squeezing the throat involuntarily increased a few notches.

Just as the words fell, Wang Lan suddenly began to convulse violently.

Her face showed extreme agony, mouth opened to the limit.

"Ugh——"

A large mouthful of foul black water, mixed with a puff of black smoke, spewed wildly from her mouth, splattering onto the nearby tiles, making a "sizzling" sound.

That shadow immediately upon leaving the body was scorched by the scorching blood aura emanating from Fang Cheng, making a piercing scream.

It dared not linger a single second, vanished into the surrounding darkness like encountering a natural enemy.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng swiftly released his hands, stood up and retreated to the side.

Wang Lan slumped to the ground, gulping fresh air.

Her eyes, originally rolled back, gradually returned to their normal black-and-white clarity, the dead look on her face receding like a tide.

She rubbed her neck, strenuously sat up from the ground, a look of confusion in her eyes.

"Cough cough... Fang Cheng? What happened?"

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, feeling her throat burning and tight.

That feeling, just like someone had fiercely choked it with their hand.

"Are we still at the water plant? Dazhuang, Zhou Ming, and Lin Xue?"

She looked around, her head still somewhat muddled.

Fang Cheng looked at those clear green bruises on her neck, remained calm, pretended to be nonchalant and replied:

"Just now you were possessed by those dirty things. But don’t worry, I’ve found a way to deal with them."

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Lan immediately set aside the pain in her throat, raised her head joyfully.

Fang Cheng didn’t elaborate, just jerked his chin:

"Let’s go, first find the others."

Next, Fang Cheng led Wang Lan, searching back and forth in the intricate factory building.

They sequentially found Zhou Ming, Li Dazhuang, and Lin Xue who were similarly possessed and had lost their sanity in the corners of the water reservoir and generator unit.

Every time he found one, Fang Cheng would rush forward unceremoniously, hitting them with fists and feet.

He controlled his strength just enough to scatter the shadows, without breaking any bones.

Thus, using pure physical impact, he forcibly "beat" those possessed shadows out of the classmates’ bodies.