It must be said that Pei Yan was initially quite dissatisfied with this ability. He had always longed for Liang Guangsheng's power to control steel, but once he truly became familiar with this special ability, he immediately fell in love with it.

Now, as a fourth-tier awakened being, in addition to basic oxygen, he can freely store three types of gases in his body. After consulting with Engineer Li, he chose the three most common gases he deemed suitable for storage. Actually, he had always wanted to store some nerve gas, but Engineer Li firmly refused. Eventually, considering his potential encounters with strong enemies in the Hell Plane, he was approved to carry a canister of toxic gas for extraction in case of emergency after advancing in power.

He had always wanted to test the true power of his new ability, and now he has finally found the chance. Pei Yan suppressed his excitement and quietly asked, "What are the analysis results on the surrounding environment and these insects? Are they suitable for using the new ability in battle?"

It wasn't long before Suzi, the system in his mind, provided the answer: "The analysis is complete. The air environment around the battlefield is not much different from the current world, but the oxygen content is higher. Through recent monitoring, these insects are heavily reliant on this high-oxygen environment, making it very suitable for using the new ability in combat."

Pei Yan looked at the gas content chart provided by Suzi and nodded with lingering fear. Thankfully, he had been cautious enough to prioritize checking the safety of the surrounding air at each location. Upon seeing the ominous changes in heaven and earth, he immediately switched his respiratory system to internal supply; otherwise, he would surely have succumbed to oxygen intoxication with such high oxygen levels.

In this case, he had many options to choose from. After pondering, Pei Yan decided to use an extremely shocking method to resolve this battle.

Having made up his mind, Pei Yan no longer dodged but landed on the ground, infinitely extending his abilities outward while constantly adjusting the oxygen content in the surrounding air. As he watched the rapidly declining oxygen levels on the display on his mask, a proud smile appeared on his face.

The change in air is silent and sudden, so Bailang and others before the light screen were completely unaware of what had occurred on the battlefield. Looking at Pei Yan, who had been slaughtering in the battle circle just moments ago, suddenly escape beyond the circle and cease moving, the faces of the crowd were full of confusion. Sifuer exclaimed, "Why did he stop attacking and neither fight nor flee?"

"Perhaps he is recovering his strength. According to that high-intensity battle style just now, it must have been very exhausting for him!" Bailang hesitated for a moment before responding. Right now, he couldn't ascertain what actual strength this young man possessed. If not for the suppression by the Red Disaster and the urgency to proceed, he wouldn't have given these enslavers much thought and engaged with them excessively. This wasn't arrogance but confidence brought by a gap in strength. But the young man from another plane clearly possesses formidable power, yet fights these low-tier creatures so seriously, even enjoying honing his combat skills.

It's like an adult searching for sparring partners in a kindergarten. He really couldn't understand why Pei Yan did this; it had already far exceeded the scope of gathering intelligence.

"Perhaps he ran out of primary source or energy. Didn't you say he's a fusion of technology and special abilities? Although I don't understand what technology is, such puppet-like or semi-puppet state considerably consumes products like Magic Crystals." Raphael speculated while stroking his chin back and forth. This might be one of the person's weaknesses; record it for future reference in capturing him.

"Look quickly! Those armed creatures seem off!" Hel, who had been closely observing the development of events, exclaimed while pointing at the light screen.

Her words immediately drew everyone's gaze to the battlefield. Initially, there didn't seem to be much change, but soon Bailang and Raphael both noticed the problem, simultaneously getting up from their chairs to examine carefully before the screen.

"Their movements have become sluggish?" Bailang widened his eyes, watching the enslavers and armed creatures that had previously moved with agility, now stagger like drunken stooges, saying in shock. Just as he finished speaking, a more astonishing scene occurred: starting from Pei Yan at the center outward, one enslaver and armed creature after another collapsed to the ground in succession. Their bodies convulsed uncontrollably, losing vital signs shortly thereafter. Other enslavers arriving to devour the corpses barely crawled a few steps before meeting the same silent fate.

Observing Pei Yan making no unnecessary moves and leisurely advancing forward, with groups of enslavers and armed creatures falling with every step, Raphael felt inexplicably terrified. He pointed at the screen, shouting in a hushed voice, "What exactly did he do? What did he just do!" As he shouted, he turned around to look at the crowd behind him, noting their equally horrified expressions.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind. He turned to Bailang, both exclaiming in unison, "Gas-based Magic!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It must be gas-based magic!" When faced with this possibility, Raphael collapsed, taking a couple of steps back and slumping into the chair.

"Indeed, this silent and unobtrusive method of reaping enemy lives, apart from necromancy and life curses, only fits with gas-based magic!" Bailang also reclined back, rubbing his temples with a trembling voice: "The former two aren't worth considering. Even if you kill me, I wouldn't believe someone from the foundation plane wielded such power; the only possibility left is the last one." Upon thinking this, he leaned back in the chair. Gas-based magic indeed has remarkable effects; in skirmishes with the Disaster Legion, those Demon Gods with such abilities truly wreaked havoc on the battlefield, causing significant casualties to the enemy. It's just unknown what kind of poison this young man has deployed, having such potent force, it's best to advise him to root out and eliminate the three queen insects to ensure the enemy's next attack won't build resistance because of it.

At this moment, Pei Yan was very satisfied with his handiwork. Now he was like a diligent old farmer strolling through the fields with hands clasped behind his back, except the old farmer harvested crops while he reaped lives. Feeling his primary source within slowly increasing bit by bit, he thought that although it was a bit scant, if the enemies continue to be like this, the accumulation won't be negligible. Upon this realization, he was somewhat hesitant to kill the three queen insects, wondering whether capturing them to produce these insects to farm and level up was feasible.

Just as he was lost in wild thoughts, Suzi conveyed Bailang's reminder to him. Pei Yan chuckled upon hearing it; he had long considered this issue but was unworried. Strictly speaking, none of this counted as poison gas; he only lowered the oxygen content in the air, leading to their suffocation due to lack of oxygen. Even if the enslavers transmit this information back to the queen insects, they can do nothing; they can't mimic nor develop a resistance unless they can completely rewire their body structure and respiratory systems, which is impossible.

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