Superman Termination Manual

Three minutes earlier, on the fifth floor of Wanxiang City, inside a restroom within the cinema.

"Has he come?"

Bai Qiuwu heard some rustling sounds from the audience passage, so she covered her hair with the hood of her metallic long coat, and quickly put on a monkey mask on her face.

Then she slanted the Jingu Bang behind her and slowly raised her eyes, which ignited with a dark golden fire.

She stepped out of the restroom and started walking forward along the edge of the audience passage.

However, just after taking two steps forward, a tall and thin figure wearing a black robe and a demon mask appeared around the corner.

Fan Gu pinched a flute between his index and middle fingers and halted at the end of the narrow corridor, radiating an unkind aura from head to toe.

"Black Wukong," he said, "I never expected to run into such a character today. It seems that the date set by the Sect Master is not very auspicious."

Black Wukong took out her phone from the pocket of her metallic coat, typed swiftly in the memo app, and then raised the screen.

"Who are you?"

Fan Gu replied, "Who I am doesn't matter, but I cannot let you get close to this screening room."

As his words fell, he raised the index, middle, and ring fingers of his left hand, covering the three holes at the front end of the flute, while his thumb supported the underside. His right hand's fingering was the same as the left, palm up, with the thumb resting on the back center of the flute as a pivot, and the other four fingers responsible for pressing the remaining holes.

Black Wukong charged forward, like a streak of silver and black lightning slashing towards Fan Gu, the tail of the Jingu Bang scraping a dark golden furrow on the ground.

But at that moment, Fan Gu positioned the flute's mouth against his lower lip and slightly tilted the flute, making contact with his upper lip.

His fingertips lightly pressed different holes as he gently began to play.

With the sound of the flute, Black Wukong swung the Jingu Bang diagonally upward, the powerful strike igniting sparks in the air and lifting a fierce wind, the tip stabbing straight towards Fan Gu's chest.

In the next instant, however, she hit only an illusionary figure, which dissipated into dust.

Within the lingering melody of the flute, Black Wukong positioned the Jingu Bang behind her and stood at attention, turning her head to survey her surroundings, trying to locate Fan Gu with her Eyes of Golden Flame.

But, the surrounding scenery suddenly shifted, as if she had arrived in another world.

She found herself standing atop a high-rise building, walking on a ropeway as narrow as a tightrope.

Black Wukong was startled for a second, struggling to maintain her balance on the slender rope, and looked towards the other side.

But at that moment, the rope beneath her feet snapped, sending her plummeting downward, her long black hair and hood flipping up as the howling wind caused her pale face to sting.

No matter how she called, Somersault Cloud was nowhere to be found; she could only watch as the asphalt road in her pupils drew closer and closer.

Yet at the last moment, just before she was about to crash into the earth, everything suddenly vanished.

When Black Wukong opened her eyes again, she looked around and found herself standing on the edge of a volcano's summit.

She moved forward along the narrow path, looking down to see that the volcano was about to erupt, with smoke rising to the sky like a demon spreading its wings, dyeing the world leaden grey.

The rocky surface cracked, revealing a reddish-golden hue, as if a giant serpent that had been slumbering underground for millennia was awakening, writhing its body beneath the volcano.

The thunderous roar from inside the volcano resonated as the magma flowed like the Yangtze River, instantly turning into a red-gold pillar of flame that pierced the sky, opening up the darkened world with its roar.

Black Wukong was engulfed by the pillar of flame, with nowhere to hide. She placed the Jingu Bang horizontally in front of her, raising her right arm to shield her face, her eyes squinting slightly.

When she came to her senses, she found herself in a vast expanse of ice and snow.

Looking around bewilderedly, her legs buried deep in the snow up to her knees, she moved through the deep snow as if about to be consumed by it.

She took off the monkey mask, exhaling plumes of white breath.

Turning her head, she gazed at the snow-covered mountains and ridges. The mid-slope pine forest resembled a white sea, with leaves swaying gently in the wind, rustling softly.

Black Wukong stood in the snowfield, staring blankly at this vast white world. But then, in a moment, the snow mountain collapsed, and she was engulfed by the avalanche.

Gasping for breath, she raised her eyes and found herself back in the dimly lit audience passage.

The incoming hidden weapons tore through her metallic long coat, ripping off a corner of the monkey mask, leaving a bloody mark on her pale face.

At the same time, Fan Gu once again held the flute with both hands and began to play.

Bai Qiuwu had not recovered her wits before she unwittingly fell into the illusions, as though entering a repeating cycle, the environment shifting between the city, volcano, and snowfield. Experience tales at empire

In the end, she closed her eyes on the peak of that snow mountain and entered the palace of consciousness inside her mind.

Upon opening her eyes again, she saw a pitch-black space, resembling a massive prison. Across the iron net, a peculiar figure was lurking in the shadows.

Blonde hair with a golden headband, fiery golden eyes, a pointed mouth, and monkey cheeks.

Sun Wukong slowly raised his eyes and looked through the iron net at Bai Qiuwu. He sneered and said, "My dear disciple, I never taught you to be such an embarrassment."

"I don't understand, why can't my Eyes of Golden Flame see through his Illusion Technique?"

Bai Qiuwu approached the iron net and asked him.

"Ha, foolish girl, are you stumped by such trickery? That's sorcery applied within your mind, not some cheap trickery. Besides, your Eyes of Golden Flame are not yet well-trained. How can they compare to the supernatural powers of Sun Wukong? You still need to practice," he said.