I'm trapped in a cube

This was the first time that Mo Ling thought of running away.

Ever since he came to this city, all he saw were those stupid and inactive heavenly soldiers, which were extremely easy to deal with.

But now, facing the Heavenly Soldier Matrix that had already escaped, Mo Ling really had no way out.

He was still continuously launching teleportations, trying to bring out the disappeared Heavenly Soldiers Matrix, but every time he teleported into the cube, he only got a bunch of messy dust, which didn't hurt the Heavenly Soldiers at all.

"This is definitely not invisibility..."

This may be an ability similar to Xiaokong's, where he can hide directly in another space, or teleport to a distant place, and then use beyond-visual-range attacks to make him unable to resist.

"It's still too limiting."

Mo Ling cannot transmit something that he cannot see.

Faced with this invisible enemy, he could only draw his sword and look around in confusion.

If you can't win, just run away. Mo Ling accelerated and flew away, but before he had flown for long, the green spider web light covered him again. His body suddenly froze and he was "stuck" to the spot.

Mo Ling quickly activated the teleportation and tore apart the green spider web.

However, just as he was about to speed up, he was frozen again...

"What is this again?!"

He looked around anxiously but saw nothing. He quickly scanned the area and saw nothing except the tattered spider web.

"Then why am I being held captive?"

Just as Mo Ling was puzzled, he suddenly saw some strange stone powder appearing on his body. The stone powder was spreading on his body, covering his entire body at a terrifying speed.

"Petrified?"

What kind of ability is this? Why can it turn him into stone?

There were no signs, it seemed to happen suddenly and without the need for any medium.

Mo Ling guessed that this might be an ability similar to that of the boy with magma eyes. As long as he "looked" at an object, that object would begin to turn into stone.

"It's really hard to guard against."

Mo Ling sighed as he aimed the teleportation frame directly at himself.

In an instant, the stone shells that had begun to stick to his body disappeared, and he regained the power to move freely. Mo Ling quickly accelerated and fled again.

However, the next second, he was frozen again.

"Come again?"

Mo Ling didn't even think about it this time and directly teleported himself.

However, after the transmission, the frozen state was not released and still existed.

He quickly looked at himself and found no stone powder, nor were there any green spider webs around him.

Mo Ling immediately realized that this was another new move he had never seen before...

The Tianbing Matrix was like an ever-iterating AI. It used Mo Ling as a training target and constantly updated its attack methods. After each attack was resolved, it would choose another attack to eliminate the flaws in the attack method until Mo Ling could no longer cope with it.

Even if Mo Ling safely avoids this attack, there will be more terrifying attacks coming. After continuous iterations, all that will be left are the "invincible moves" that cannot be cracked.

Because he found out that Mo Ling could teleport, he hid his entire body.

Because he found that the attack would be eliminated by Mo Ling, he chose a petrification attack method that would cover Mo Ling himself.

After discovering that Mo Ling could "un-petrify" himself through teleportation, he went a step further and used even more bizarre and completely invisible means.

Step by step, Mo Ling was forced into a desperate situation.

The Heavenly Soldier Matrix did not, as Mo Ling had imagined, attack with countless barrages and engulf him with endless power. Instead, it used its power very "economically", taking only targeted actions and slowly consuming his will in the way that was most difficult for Mo Ling to deal with.

Mo Ling suddenly realized why the yellow-haired girl had said that the heavenly soldiers were "playing" with them.

This is an abnormal calmness, too much ease, he only uses a force that is one level higher than the prey to suppress it, and does not care about the failure of suppression. After the failure, he quickly adjusts the decision and continues to confine the prey in a dilemma of "seemingly being able to break through but unable to break through".

This is not playing, this is control.

The Heavenly Soldier Matrix had already figured out everything, and certainly didn't bother to play with it.

It's just that the prey under its control feels that it is being toyed with...

Mo Ling just felt very depressed at this moment.

He began to regret why he didn't initiate the teleportation decisively when he first saw the Heavenly Soldiers Matrix? Why didn't he hide his methods a little and deal with it for a while?

Mo Ling felt as if he "could win", as if he was "just a little bit away".

The chance of victory seemed to be right before his eyes, but because of his carelessness, the opportunity slipped away in a flash, and he fell into this embarrassing situation.

"We just launched the attack, but there aren't so many things going on..."

"Why did I choose to observe for a while just now?"

"What am I doing?"

"Even if I launched an attack just now, the Heavenly Soldier Matrix must have a way to deal with it. It has so many abilities, so it must have some way to recover. The result is still the same. Why should I worry about this?"

Mo Ling quickly adjusted his mindset and began to think about coping strategies.

Although he is immobilized now, he can still fight. As long as his vision covers this area, the heavenly soldiers will have to take other measures.

"But isn't this a slow death?"

A pessimistic voice sounded in Mo Ling's heart again.

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"The Heavenly Soldiers have so many abilities, there will always be a few that can kill me. I am trapped here, and it can try them one by one, iterating to develop an ability that can completely destroy me."

"What else am I supposed to resist?"

"I can't hurt it, and it can recover even if I hurt it. What's the point of me thinking about these so-called 'methods to break the impasse'?"

etc……

"No! Where are these voices coming from? Who is talking to me?!"

Mo Ling suddenly realized that these pessimistic voices did not seem to come from his true heart.

Although it was true that the thought arose in his mind, it was definitely not something that came from his heart.

These pessimistic voices seemed to be "stuffed" in, "stuffed" into his thoughts, mixed in with normal thoughts, and mixed with those normal thoughts, making it difficult to distinguish them.

These "degenerate sounds" seemed to be trying every means to drag down his fighting spirit, turn his mood from optimism to pessimism, and even wear down his will, making him feel "tired" just by thinking.

If this continues, his normal thoughts will be completely occupied by these pessimistic voices. At that time, he will definitely lose the ability to resist completely, his will will be completely destroyed, and he will fall into a state of not wanting to do anything.

Thinking of this, Mo Ling's heart was filled with anger.

"It must be the work of the Heavenly Soldiers again!"

"There is actually such a method?"

"Mind disturbance? Pessimistic voice?"

Mo Ling was so angry that he started to curse at those voices.

"Get out of here! Stop talking in my head!"

"I've already lost, it's over..." The invading voice continued to spread sadness: "Can you win? Can you win everything? It's very difficult..."

After hearing these voices, Mo Ling's anger instantly reached its peak.

"Stop talking!"

"What are you sad about?"

"I haven't taken any damage yet? So I lose already?"

"Get out, get out!"

Two little men seemed to appear in Mo Ling's mind, one was crying on the ground with his head in his hands, and the other was punching and kicking the man on the ground, cursing at him.

Finally, after a big flying kick, the crying little man was kicked far away and his figure began to gradually disappear.

"We are the same person, why did you hit me?" The crying little man looked at Mo Ling and asked sadly.

"I am not you."

Mo Ling answered softly, then rushed forward and gave a flying kick, hitting him in the face. When he turned around, the crying little man had disappeared.

The noises finally stopped and Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

However, after a while, another burst of crying was heard in the distance.

Mo Ling felt a chill in his heart and quickly looked in that direction.

Only then did I realize that the crying little man appeared again, and behind him, there was a large group of little men with different emotions.

These little people completely occupied Mo Ling's mind and began to spread the emotions they represented.

In an instant, countless voices rang in Mo Ling's ears...