I can rewind time to prevent death

And Reaper Han Yu’s silent forbidden zone also dispersed at the same time.

The soundless collision of the forbidden zones between the two Reapers erupted simultaneously, emitting not a single sound, even the electromagnetic sounds belonging to Morrison’s forbidden area were completely silenced.

However, not far behind Han Yu, Zhang Xiaomo and Ku Zai were, at the moment before the collision of the forbidden zones, forcefully pushed away by an overwhelming force and fell into the elevator shaft nearby.

Ugly Girl let out a scream but wasn’t pushed away.

“Please don’t kill that strangeness!” Zhang Xiaomo shouted turning back immediately after hitting the ground.

Han Yu hesitated, not turning his head, he saw the screaming Ugly Girl enveloped by a fluctuating breath and, together with the perfect female corpse on the ground, they were both pushed into the stairwell.

“You go downstairs first!”

The sound of Han Yu’s bubble bursting carried through.

At this moment, the three remaining people on the second floor of the mall stood rigid, frozen in place.

The collision between Morrison and Han Yu’s forbidden zones was incredibly intense, with neither of them taking any action, just standing there, but the repeated force of their silent auras felt like it could cause Guo Youliang to cough up blood.

Morrison didn’t expect Han Yu’s forbidden zone to be so powerful that even his avatar could compete with him.

And at this moment, Han Yu was also quite anxious; his true body was far away in his old home in the Yannan District. If it hadn’t been for Zhang Chengjing’s plea for help, he wouldn’t have used this avatar.

Previously placing the avatar here was per the demands of the Huaying Exorcism General Team, and strictly speaking, Han Yu didn’t fall under the jurisdiction of the Exorcists.

This guy had an early spiritual awakening. At the outset of the strangeness outbreak, he nearly woke in tandem, and his body underwent extreme mutations. Because his strength was too powerful, no organization could control him.

But the upper echelons of the Exorcism General Team all knew that though Han Yu was cold in temper, he was kind-hearted and was the only Reaper who voluntarily accepted complete management by the team.

He set up the avatar in Tianmeng to protect an important weapon there, and this time, he used the avatar entirely out of a sense of personal loyalty.

But Han Yu was clear that he couldn’t afford to waste much time; if he continued to clash in these Reaper-level forbidden zone collisions, then this avatar would dissipate after holding on a little longer.

At that moment, he gestured gently to Guo Youliang with his left hand behind his back.

Guo Youliang was already prepared, despite feeling extremely uncomfortable being trapped here.

Seeing Han Yu’s signal, Guo Youliang immediately gathered all his energy, enveloping himself in the magnetic glow that emitted an inexplicable chill.

Grasping the hilt of the ancient sword thrust into the ground, he yanked it free, stepped forward, and with his right hand’s muscles bulging, he hurled the sword at Morrison, some seven or eight meters away.

The tip of the ancient sword, trailing a chill, cleared a path of silent aura in its passage, instantly breaking through the Magnetic Flow controlled by Morrison.

Morrison’s eyes narrowed, and he quickly took two steps back, crossing his arms in front of him.

Humm—

A large gray magnetic clump formed, catching the ancient sword that was only a meter away and suspending it midair.

Both sides fell into a deadlock once again.

Suddenly, Morrison’s expression changed, his face twisted instantaneously, and a black mass rose from his neck, quickly covering his entire face.

Bang!

The magnetic field between them exploded with a roar, lifting a wave of air, and the ancient sword fell to the ground.

Morrison still had some strength to spare, but at that moment, he found himself unable to exert it any longer.

His white skin was entirely smeared with a toxin that appeared inexplicably and quickly pervaded his whole body.

Morrison looked at his hands, only to see they were visibly withering.

He wanted to scream, but his throat had already been infected by the toxin, and he was unable to make a sound as it rapidly shrank and caved in.

Morrison knelt on the ground, and right before Han Yu and Guo Youliang’s eyes, his face contorted, slowly shriveling into a mass.

The stylish black overcoat that clung to his figure seemed also to be contaminated by the toxin, stiffening into a slab.

“He’s dead!?”

Guo Youliang watched the scene, dumbfounded and confused as to what had just happened.

Morrison, who had been at an advantage just a moment ago, suddenly seemed to succumb to poison and died on the spot.

The phantom of Han Yu shook violently twice; he also didn’t understand what had happened to Morrison, but now this avatar, after a fierce war of attrition, was clearly unable to hold on any longer.

He took a deep look at Morrison’s now completely shriveled corpse, the image of the sudden appearance of the black toxin seared deeply into his memory.

Then, the avatar’s phantom, like a light breeze dispersing it, vanished without a trace.

At this moment, nearly all the glass on the second floor of the mall had been damaged, and the scene was a mess.

Soon, security personnel and arriving Exorcists entered, and Yan Junze also arrived at this moment.

Zhang Xiaomo, Ku Zai, and Xiang Er, who had just reentered the female corpse, were sitting on the first floor with pale faces, their thoughts drifting, clearly soul-disturbed and frightened.

To tell the truth, Zhang Xiaomo had never seen an Exorcist battle of this level, she could not even dare to imagine it, and needed some time to digest it.

Xiang Er, having just entered the perfect female corpse from the form of Ugly Girl, was injured in her strangeness form and experiencing severe magnetic interference, was now incredibly weak. It was fortunate that she was supported by the strong outer body of the female corpse.

She sat curled up, hugging her knees in the corner, silently enduring the pain without speaking a word.