"My head is buzzing, as if countless people are simultaneously calling my name, a terrifying sensation of being outside myself." "Moreover, inside there, my mental perception was greatly suppressed, like being trapped inside a thick lead wall, completely unable to connect with the anchor point outside the building, only capable of short-distance shuttling." At this point, Cheng Jiashu looked at Fang Cheng, and said frankly: "If it weren’t for sensing your, cousin, wave of consciousness and seizing that momentary connection as an anchor point, I couldn’t have escaped the 87th floor, reached here, and joined you all." Zhou Liang listened and frowned: "That means returning to the 87th floor to destroy that eyeball is pretty unrealistic." "Currently, it seems so." Cheng Jiashu nodded, then added: "Of course, besides that, there’s a second option." "We could try to find the hidden psychic." "Knowing that the formation of the Inner World isn’t an overnight thing, if the Noah Organization is the manipulator behind the scenes, they must have left themselves a safe passage in and out." "As long as we locate the psychic monitoring from the shadows, I might be able to use him as a new ’anchor point’ and jump directly next to him, capture him, and force him to reveal the way out." Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow, a thought suddenly popping into his mind. "But what’s strange is, just when I traversed here earlier, that consciousness suddenly disappeared. I don’t know what changed." Cheng Jiashu paused for a moment, squeezed his brows in some frustration: "If this method fails too, then there’s only the last resort remaining." His gaze swept across the crowd, finally resting on Fang Cheng. "This Inner World just formed recently, its foundation is unstable, its bearing capacity limited, like a beast that has eaten too much and hasn’t yet digested." "If we cause enough havoc here, as long as it exceeds its endurance limit, it might expel us ’toxic substances’ to maintain a stable world order." This simple and direct plan made Ali and the others’ eyes light up. But upon second thought, it became a challenge. How much destructive force would it need to cause this world to feel pain and be unable to bear the ravaging? Everyone’s heads were stirred, and their eyes all turned to Fang Cheng, who had shown explosive combat strength earlier. Perhaps, only this monster, whose fists seem like a bomber, could achieve such an extent. Fang Cheng didn’t mind everyone’s gaze, his crimson eyes glimmering slightly from behind the mask. Then he spoke, his voice low, as he asked Cheng Jiashu: "Do you mean the 87th floor is equivalent to the heart of the Inner World, cutting off the base of the building from the top floor, forming a relatively independent space?" "That’s not incorrect." Fang Cheng directly asked him: "Can you use your ability now to take me to the top floor conference hall?" Upon hearing this, Cheng Jiashu shrugged: "If you can provide a suitable anchor point, perhaps I can try." "Establish a Spiritual Link?" Fang Cheng recalled the peculiar feeling when Cheng Jiashu arrived beside him through the ’Black Hole Vortex’ and had a vague guess. After some thought, he asked: ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 "What specific conditions do you need?" "Before employing my ability, I must see a real-time scene on the top floor so that my vision locks onto the target to accurately determine the position and complete the spatial jump." Cheng Jiashu looked at him without any intention of hiding: "Or, there’s someone there I’m familiar with and have established a Spiritual Link with, serving as a living coordinate." Fang Cheng looked toward Cui Xiuying: "Is she one of your anchor points?" Fang Cheng continued asking: "When you were on the 87th floor, could you also sense my consciousness and use me as an anchor point?" "How clear was the perception?" Hearing this, Cheng Jiashu paused slightly, thought for a moment, and answered seriously: "Most of the time, it’s dark thick fog all around, unable to see anything. Only your consciousness shines like a faint firefly in the distance." "But occasionally, from a certain angle, that light suddenly becomes as bright and striking as a lighthouse." "As long as I seize that moment of brightness, I can lock onto your position." Zhou Liang and the others listened to this seemingly cryptic discussion between the ’cousins,’ feeling utterly perplexed. Fang Cheng pondered briefly, then said: "Before everything happened, a cadre meeting was ongoing on the top floor of the Noah Building, where one of my friends was present. Between me and him, there’s a deep Spiritual Resonance." He looked at Cheng Jiashu, proposing a new plan: "Perhaps we could join forces, I act as the medium for your ability, you lock onto the target and traverse space." "As long as we can successfully reach the top floor and take control of the Noah Organization’s executives, we should find an exit." "Or, as you mentioned, capture that hidden psychic and interrogate him." Cheng Jiashu’s eyes lit up upon hearing this: "That’s indeed a good approach." Afterward, he rubbed his temples, a tired look on his face: "But having frequently used my ability just now, my mental expenditure is substantial, needing a bit of rest." "No worries, you rest first, I’ll be your protector." Fang Cheng agreed straightforwardly. "Then, I’ll trouble you, cousin." Cheng Jiashu wasn’t courteous, gazing at Fang Cheng with a look full of trust. Soon after, he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and began to meditate to restore his energy even in such a place. Fang Cheng spoke no more, silently moved to the forefront of the crowd, crossed his arms, and leaned against a pillar in the office hall. The crimson eyes behind the mask scanned the surrounding thick fog, appearing like a silent guardian deity. Strangely, since he stood fixed, the roaring sound of the monsters hidden deep in the gray mist gradually subsided. It’s as if an invisible pressure barrier had dispersed all malice to a safe distance, preventing them from daring to cross the boundary. Zhou Liang and the others took notice, although they didn’t fully understand the details, they knew the two prominent figures seemed to have found hope of getting out, feeling invigorated within. They didn’t dare stray too far, surrounding Cheng Jiashu and Fang Cheng, holding onto their submachine guns tightly. All the while maintaining vigilance on the lookout, seizing the opportunity to restore their stamina. Cui Xiuying finally sighed in relief too, sitting nearby taking care of the still unconscious Shijima Gorou. As for the security guard, he also appeared slightly reassured, no longer showing such panic. At this moment, in this chaotically dangerous floor, a peculiar tranquility emerged. Fang Cheng, seeming to be on guard, actually began swiftly refining his plan in mind. The strategy discussed with Cheng Jiashu wasn’t complex. The core was to utilize two of his unique abilities, "Spiritual Resonance" and "Memory Palace." By using the Memory Palace, uniquely establishing a Spiritual Link to help Cheng Jiashu trace the anchor point and guide the direction for spatial traversal. The Spiritual Link isn’t merely maintained between two people; it can also involve multiple people, sharing viewpoints, and facilitating information exchange. That night at Mist Mountain, the Professor once used similar abilities to establish a multi-person communication consciousness channel, achieving efficient cooperative collaboration, a memorable experience for Fang Cheng. If the link with Xu Hao can be established, even for a slight moment, the sight he sees would be as if seen by Cheng Jiashu. During this process, he will replace and become Cheng Jiashu’s "eyes." The only issue was that when previously trying to establish a Spiritual Link with Xu Hao, it proved extremely unstable, with a very weak signal. Nonetheless, since Cheng Jiashu could sense his wave of consciousness within the core region of the 87th floor, overcoming spatial limitations. Perhaps he has special techniques to capture and amplify that small gleam in the endless dark Consciousness World. If not, he could rely on the Memory Palace to provide a massive amount of Spiritual Energy, allowing him to forcibly overload and erupt once. Anyway, it’s worth a try. If it fails, the most rudimentary method suggested by Cheng Jiashu would suffice. Thinking this, Fang Cheng squeezed his fist; a crisp bone crunch resounded. A heated killing intent emanated from him, causing several dim glimmers within the gray mist in the distance to abruptly extinguish and retreat panic-stricken.