With his back against the wall, Mo Ye gasped for breath.

He felt thirsty, he had lost too much blood from the beginning until now, and it had not been completely replenished.

But now was not the time to hydrate himself, and he shouldn't be gasping like a dog at such times.

But he did it.

Because he found that his mental power could not be recovered after leaving the body, it was okay to maintain the mental power of 'getting up', but the spiritual power that was used for perception and dissipated seemed to have been cut off by something halfway, so he lost the news after leaving the body.

No images were sent back, and Mo Xie could only rely on his ears and eyes that had lost most of their function to understand the environment he was in at the moment.

"Strange...... Why is it only perception that is affected?"

Perception and telekinesis are both products derived from pure spiritual power, but their transformation rules are different, just like a piece of wood, if it is simply cut and chiseled, it may become a canoe, however, if it is ground into wood pulp, its final product will become something like a paper towel.

There is a great difference between perception and telekinesis, under Mo Ye's understanding, perception is close to the existence of 'waves', and using the perception perspective is like a simulated bat.

And now, his 'waves' are sent out and cannot be recovered.

"There's something weird about this place!"

Cautiously moving his body along the wall, no matter what, Mo Ye didn't want to be attacked on his back.

"Bang! bang!"

Just when Mo Xie moved about five or six meters, a sound of clapping hands sounded in this space, and Mo Ye turned his face away and pointed to the location where the sound came from.

"Who?"

Using telekinesis to assist in vocalization, Mo Ye's voice seemed a little mechanical.

"It's boring...... Damn it!"

There was anger in the other party's voice, and it sounded like Mo Xie had killed his entire family.

He gritted and gnashed his teeth, but he never stopped clapping.

"Bang! bang!"

Mo Xie distinguished the sound and beat of the applause, and he judged that the guy who was suspected of killing the whole family by him was approaching him without hurrying, but because the strength of the other party's applause was a little too strong, and Mo Ye's own experience as a blind man was not so sufficient, he could only know that the other party was approaching him, and he could not make a correct judgment on the exact location of the other party.

"Who the hell are you?"

Mo Xie asked again, and at the same time, he secretly used his spiritual power to contact the space bracelet, and the Huolin Sword in the bracelet could be called out at any time.

"Twenty seconds left until ...... return"

The Holy Scriptures seem to follow the working principle of 'striking the time every ten seconds', but what Mo Xie wants to say is:

"Big guy, do you dare to change the timer that is only a little more accurate?!"

However, the Holy Book did not respond to him, and what gave him a response was a force that inexplicably acted on him.

"Uh......!"

Mo Ye felt that his body was imprisoned, and then he involuntarily flew forward.

"What the hell is this?!"

Mo Xie tried to struggle for a while, but it was obviously in vain, although his telekinesis was still unhindered, but it was completely ineffective against the strange power that imprisoned him.

"Drink!"

Mo Ye bundled his abilities in a line, and then swung in all directions with his waist as the axis.

At this moment, Mo Xie's mental state was not very good, and the range that this action could affect was only a circle with a radius of fifteen to eighteen meters.

"Bah!Bah!Bah!Bah!"

Four voices were heard in his ears, indicating that the telekinesis he unleashed had hit four targets.

"Drink!"

After a turn, Mo Xie did not stop, he immediately reversed and came again.

"Bah!Bah!Bah!Bah!"

There were still four sounds, and under Mo Ye's discrimination, these four sounds were the same as the previous four sounds.

"These should be four objects that have been fixed. ”

Mo Ye judged this, and then a wave of uneasiness inexplicably rose in his heart.

"Four ......"

Mo Xie savored the number as he opened his eyes wide, trying to see colors and images other than light and darkness.

He couldn't turn his head, and there was no obvious change of light and shadow in front of him.

That change happened behind his back.

A pillar of light struck from the top floor, and in the pillar of light, the blonde man slapped his palm.

"Mindfulness...... It's a troublesome ability, as you can see, because the facilities are not complete, the confinement in this spaceship is completely useless for telekinesis...... But you're not good enough......"

The blonde man stopped clapping, a mocking expression on his face.

"Hey. ”

He suddenly laughed, as if he was nervous, and he was angry a moment ago, and now he covered his forehead and laughed, as if something interesting had suddenly occurred to him.

"Wouldn't it be ironic if a telekinesis mutant died under a bullet?"

It took him a while to stop laughing, but when the next sentence came out of his mouth, his voice was already ringing in front of Mo Ye, and this abrupt change surprised Mo Ye.

He already had a certain understanding of what Mo Ye's telekinesis level was, and he had already understood the attack of the other party that shook the outer surface of the pyramid before.

That kind of powerful attack obviously shouldn't be on humans, or even mutants, he understood it as some kind of high-tech weapon.

As for Mo Xie himself, the blonde man only regarded him as a mutant (mutant) who had awakened his mental power, and Mo Xie was obviously seriously injured at this moment, he felt that as long as he left Mo Ye here for twenty-four hours, the other party was likely to die due to wound infection.

After all, now Mo Ye's shape is indeed a little miserable - one leg is broken from the thigh, and the new wounds on the body add old injuries, which can be said to be complete everywhere (except for the right arm, but at the moment Mo Ye is still wearing clothes, his right arm is covered, after viewing Mo Ye's left arm, the blonde young man formed an inertial thinking. Such a person does seem to be dead.

“Shit……”

Mo Xie could only pray that the countdown to the return of the Holy Scripture would soon reach zero, but according to the timing speed of the Holy Scripture, it was estimated that it was still on the scale of 'fifteen seconds' at this moment.

"Telekinesis Shield...... Build!"

At this moment, Mo Xie only felt that there were voices and applause from the blonde young man in all directions, which made his spirit in a tense state.

The voice was deceptive, and Mo Xie had already learned something through the previous time he was imprisoned—here, the other party was likely to possess one of the following two abilities:

One, the ability to transfer one's body at will.

Second, the ability to make sound anywhere at will.

Of course, there is a third possibility, that is, the other party did not come to this space at all, and the voice that Mo Ye heard was just the use of machinery.