Chapter 675: Great Sumeru Illusory Realm

Using sight to affect hearing, smell, and taste—this kind of ability was called synesthesia.

Deng Shentong’s skill, Great Sumeru Illusory Realm, was based on this principle.

It disrupted the enemy’s senses, splitting their spirit and body into separate spaces—then severed their flesh.

Once caught in this illusion, even shutting your eyes wouldn't help.

So under normal circumstances, no one should be able to defend against his attacks after falling into it.

But Phoenixin Ren had done exactly that.

Even though Deng’s raw power clearly outclassed his, Phoenixin’s ability to hold him off left a real impression.

He couldn’t figure out—how the h*ll was this guy managing it?

“Stubborn bastard!”

Deng hurled a punch at Phoenixin—

And it felt like a thousand fists landing all at once!

As the most cutting-edge creation of Deng Corporation’s biotechnology division, Deng’s physical strength rivaled the best of all Enhancement Type paranormals.

That’s why Zhu Zheng believed Deng Shentong was the most perfect paranormal—someone with the potential to break past the limits of current ability tiers and reach the fabled Epsilon level.

From a paranormal’s perspective, Deng Shentong was perfection itself.

Balanced in offense and defense, flawless whether in supernatural arts or hand-to-hand combat.

Phoenixin’s eyes were lifeless, yet his body instinctively deflected Deng’s punches.

Their blows collided with deafening BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! sounds.

It didn’t sound like two humans fighting—more like two rhinos charging each other.

Phoenixin’s combat capabilities were truly terrifying.

Even after losing almost all five senses, he could still keep up with Deng Shentong.

But he was clearly born at a disadvantage in this kind of situation.

In a blur, the two of them had already traded over a hundred blows!

Deng’s punch once again broke through his guard—

And pierced clean through his chest!

Phoenixin, of course, was reborn instantly in a blaze of flames, reappearing before Deng Shentong in perfect form.

Deng sneered, battle intent blazing in his eyes.

He reached to his waist and drew a blue-ice handgun, then rushed forward before Phoenixin could finish reviving—

And fired straight at his head!

The pitch-black bullet was nothing like ordinary Origin Bullets.

It bore a white feathered wing—a custom round made exclusively for Deng Shentong.

This bullet didn’t just pierce defenses—it contained a deadly gene toxin.

Once inside the body, it spread rapidly through the bloodstream, corroding the entire system.

Even a paranormal would disintegrate swiftly if hit by it.

After being shot, Phoenixin’s body turned black almost instantly and collapsed once again.

Then, he revived again.

Deng Shentong was not the kind of man to lose patience.

He had faced many difficult opponents in the past.

But someone like Phoenixin—who couldn’t be killed, and always revived perfectly—was a first.

In terms of strength, he could easily overpower Phoenixin.

But how was he supposed to finish him off?

“Could it be… he really can’t be killed?”

“No. There has to be a way. But if I keep dragging this out… I might not get the result I want.”

“Might as well try sealing him.”

Deng came to a decision.

With his power, he could kill Phoenixin countless times—

So surely, he could also subdue him.

Then he could bring him back to the district’s labs—

Let the Research Division dissect him slowly.

There would always be a way to neutralize him!

With that in mind, Deng changed tactics.

Taking advantage of the brief gap while Phoenixin was reviving, he reached into his pack and pulled out a silver rope, binding him quickly.

During the revival process, Phoenixin had no strength to resist.

By the time he was fully reborn, he was already tightly bound by Deng Shentong.

“You’re coming with me to Blizzard City, you freak.”

Deng yanked Phoenixin along coldly.

But at that moment, Phoenixin suddenly laughed.

At first it was soft—then it grew louder and louder, until it was wild and manic.

“What the h*ll are you laughing at?”

Deng Shentong frowned.

Phoenixin looked up at him, smiling brightly—

But his eyes remained icy cold.

“Well, killing the great Captain of Celestial Squad—why wouldn’t I laugh?”

This time, he wasn’t speaking in Neon language—but in choppy, awkward Mandarin.

But the mocking tone in those words was more than enough to send Deng Shentong into a rage.

He smashed a fist into Phoenixin’s forehead—splattering blood across his face.

But Phoenixin didn’t care.

He was still laughing.

And without any warning—he exploded!

Right in front of Deng Shentong, his body blew apart into a storm of blood.

A downpour of gore rained across the battlefield, soaking Deng Shentong from head to toe.

Deng was a neat freak.

You could tell from his dyed white hair and always-pristine silver-white outfit.

Now he was dripping with viscous blood—and livid.

Before he could even wipe himself off, he suddenly felt something—

Like hellfire igniting on his skin!

The burning sensation was intense—he looked down.

It wasn’t an illusion.

His body was literally on fire!

Phoenixin’s blood had flowed into his uniform, staining the silver combat suit beyond recognition.

The multicolored blood, instead of clotting or drying, began to glow even more brightly—

Then ignited!

Flames surged skyward, turning Deng into a living torch.

Screams of agony tore from his mouth.

He desperately activated Sacred Form Enhancement, trying to block the fire’s damage.

But the flames were too hot—far beyond what he expected.

He’d been caught completely off guard.

From the shattered gore on the ground, Phoenixin emerged once more.

His eyes were cold as he stared at Deng burning in agony.

Then he grinned.

“Your turn for a rebirth through fire.”

“The Phoenix Power… isn’t something just anyone can endure.”

He had gone through countless cycles of death and resurrection to master this force.

Burned into ash again and again by the fire in his veins—

Only to be reborn by the power of Undying.

Through that endless torment, he finally learned how to control it.

The blood of the phoenix—was the world’s most terrifying fire poison.

“Now DIE!!”

Phoenixin roared and charged, his bare body lunging at the still-burning Deng Shentong.

Deng strained to resist the blaze—he couldn’t even open his eyes anymore.

But in that desperate moment, a thought suddenly struck him.

By all rights, he should be dominating Phoenixin.

Even if he couldn’t kill him, with the right preparation, sealing him should have been easy.

So why…

Why did it feel like this man knew everything about him?

As if—

This entire battle had been a setup all along.

Author's Note