Chapter 666: Stuck in a Desperate Situation

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

Ye Mo didn't know that, at that very moment, three men and two women on a distant ship were watching a surveillance screen. When Ye Mo's figure appeared, they stared in shock, speechless.

"He really can go anywhere in the world mysteriously! There's actually such a mutant power! I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it myself," one woman exclaimed.

Another person broke the silence. "No matter how strong he is, he'll be dead soon."

No one replied; they all agreed. Entering the island meant certain death for Ye Mo.

The other woman was also shocked. She recognized the man on the screen. She'd thought Ye Mo was merely an ancient martial arts master, but apparently, he possessed the ability to travel anywhere without machines.

This woman was Huang Mei, advisor to the Hong Martial Gang's leader. She was largely responsible for the gang's success in San Francisco. However, realizing Zhu Hongsheng's limitations, she left the Hong Martial Gang.

She later searched for Ye Mo but failed to find him. Northern Sand then contacted and recruited her. Though involved in gangs, she knew little about Northern Sand, only that it was powerful, possessed numerous scientific research bases, and claimed to be creating a peaceful world.

After joining, however, she discovered Northern Sand aimed to destroy all countries and establish a dictatorship. Their methods—slaughter and schemes—were hardly peaceful.

Huang Mei longed to leave, but knew it was nearly impossible. This mission, disguised as a Japanese fleet, offered her only chance to escape. Failure meant death.

She wanted to save Ye Mo and flee, but knew it was impossible. He was on the island, and she couldn't contact him.

Huang Mei didn't know the island's layout completely, but she knew enough. Escape would be incredibly difficult for Ye Mo. The traps were designed with his personality in mind.

Even if she couldn't save him, she wouldn't stay with Northern Sand. This was her opportunity. Besides her, four others were present. She needed to kill them quickly and escape without raising alarm.

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Ye Mo had visited many islands, but none like this—a place of death and emptiness. Even Antarctica felt more alive. He was certain that Zhang Jue and Li Hu, if found, would be corpses.

He sensed danger but couldn't pinpoint its source.

After half an hour walking along the rocks, he understood Han Zaixin's description: the island was only a few thousand square kilometers, linked to countless glaciers. The actual landmass was far smaller—at most 100 square kilometers.

It wasn't tiny, but Northern Sand wouldn't build a base there and risk exposure. This was a trap. He had a bad feeling, though he didn't know if it targeted special forces elites.

Knowing it was a glacier group, Ye Mo avoided the glaciers. Any secrets would be on the land, not the ice.

100 square kilometers wasn't small, but Ye Mo's investigation was thorough.

He stopped in a valley—a chaotic mess of lifeless buildings. A tunnel lay at the valley's end. Ye Mo extended his spirit sense, preparing to enter. Just before it reached the tunnel entrance, he found a half-eroded military knife, seemingly embedded in something before rusting.

Those people might have disappeared down the tunnel. Ye Mo sighed. If so, there was no need to search further; the place was lifeless. But being there, he felt compelled to investigate.

Ye Mo proceeded cautiously, despite his dao cultivation. Standing at the tunnel entrance, his heart pounded. He'd never felt this way, even under gunpoint. It was unsettling, intensifying the unease he felt upon entering the island.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to proceed. Lack of courage would be weakness.

He swallowed an essence chi pill and a lotus life pill, sealing them with chi to prevent melting. After ensuring safety, he slowly entered.

Ten minutes later, he reached the tunnel's end—a large hole with stairs leading down, identical to the Bali submarine tunnel.

Ye Mo sent his spirit sense down. This tunnel differed. At its end was a submarine, but Ye Mo's face fell. It was filled with something unfamiliar.

His first thought was a trap designed to kill him with explosives. They must have guessed some of his abilities.

But it didn't make sense. How did they know he'd come? Would they use such extreme measures?

He wanted to leave immediately; he couldn't handle multiple explosions. But something felt wrong. If their plan failed with his mere presence, it was poorly conceived. He thought of Dongfang Xi; if someone targeted him, the plan wouldn't be so simple.

He carefully scanned his surroundings. Understanding the truth, his face turned grim. The rocks and tunnel were artificial, disguised as natural formations.

Ye Mo broke into a sweat. He wanted to flee, but stopped himself, calming down. Though he saw no cameras, he knew he was being watched. Turning would trigger an explosion.

Even his speed wouldn't save him.