Zhulong's laughter echoed across the battlefield.
At that moment, Hong Jiu, drenched in blood, had his chest impaled by one of Zhulong's hands. Hearing Zhulong laugh, Hong Jiu threw a punch straight at his face.
Boom!
It hit like a cannonball.
“The fight's not over yet. What the hell are you laughing at?”
Hong Jiu cursed, blood and foam bubbling at the corners of his mouth.
Zhulong's grin froze on his face. Enraged, he violently twisted his hand inside Hong Jiu's body!
Wan Qianhong knelt on one knee, her face as pale as golden paper. Her breathing had grown shallow and ragged, barely clinging to life.
She felt as if her body had been completely hollowed out.
If not for the few golden pills that “Shining Yellow” had fed her, she would have collapsed long ago.
And now, just as Zhulong had laughed, she suddenly felt that strange power surge violently!
Without anyone even attacking them, they had simply exploded on their own.
But in the aftermath, red threads sprouted from the corpses, swaying in the air.
At the same time, a dark red mist began to spread across the entire sky, enveloping everyone.
Looking at the swaying red threads, everyone was instantly struck with horror.
After all, the members of the Masked Hermit Society had mentioned earlier that those seemed to be the Evil God's blood vessels!
Hiding behind a pile of corpses out of everyone's sight, He Jinfan stared blankly at the red threads drifting in the air.
His random bullshit about “something's wrong with the blood vessels” had actually turned out to be true?
Was he a jinx or what?
Or was Sinking Black fighting the Evil God at this very moment?
The red threads drifted harmlessly, making it seem as if nothing had happened.
But in the next second, as if struck by lightning, everyone crouched down in agonizing pain.
They felt something burning and thrashing inside their blood vessels. It was as if some powerful force was slowly awakening within their bodies.
Yet, this awakening brought nothing but agony, and at the end of this awakening lay aberration!
The people from Qingping Academy were in the best condition, but they were still affected by that anomalous power.
After all, many of them had used the drugs before, only quitting after meeting Bai Feifei.
Furthermore, the surrounding environment was already suppressing them.
After a day of running and fierce fighting, their willpower was starting to crumble under the current circumstances.
Wan Qianhong gritted her teeth. If she didn't hold the line, everyone present would be finished. But now, her power was pushed past its absolute limit.
As her body swayed and she was about to collapse, a hand frantically reached out to support her. Wan Qianhong struggled to look up, catching a blurry glimpse of a face covered in dirt.
—Bai Feifei.
She had finally dug her way up from underground, covered in dirt and with her clothes in tatters.
She had been trying to figure out how to deal with the threat of Zhulong, only to emerge into this nightmare.
“How are you holding up?”
At the same time, a yellow figure flashed over.
Looking at Wan Qianhong, He Jinfan felt a sudden pang of shame.
Ever since this woman had declared she wouldn't back down, she had been putting her life on the line, holding up everyone's vitality.
Meanwhile, he had spent all his time putting on a show without making any real contribution. He wondered what Sinking Black would think of him...
At a loss for words, he quickly took out another golden pill and stuffed it into Wan Qianhong's mouth.
Wan Qianhong swallowed it. While the warm current supported her life force once more, it was of little use now.
“Th... thank you.”
Bai Feifei looked up, glancing at He Jinfan with confusion.
“What was your original plan? Are you still not going to make a move?”
He Jinfan was momentarily at a loss for words.
What move could he possibly make?
Right now, his only hope was that the black-armored god would return quickly.
Before he could speak, Wan Qianhong, kneeling on the ground, suddenly let out a sigh of relief upon confirming that it was Bai Feifei in front of her.
“I'm glad you're safe.” She paused, her voice incredibly weak.
“I can't hold on much longer. I feel like if this continues, everyone will turn into aberrations! We'll be completely wiped out!”
“I hope your senior can take action and save the people here.” She was speaking to the Masked Hermit Society behind Bai Feifei.
Though Sinking Black had departed, he was their only hope left.
She lowered her head and fell silent for a few seconds. Her vision suddenly grew blurry, and she spoke in faltering breaths:
“Also... I believe Teacher isn't that kind of person.”
“If she really did something wrong, she might have had her reasons. I hope you can... guide her back to the right path.”
Bai Feifei froze.
Listening to these words, she felt something was off with Wan Qianhong. Why was she suddenly talking about lecturing Liu Yun?
Ever since a moment ago, she felt as if Wan Qianhong was giving her final testaments.
This time, from the very beginning of the crisis, Wan Qianhong had been fighting with such desperate abandon that it almost seemed as if she no longer wanted to live.
It was like the death-seeking attitude of someone whose dreams had been shattered.
“Why don't you first...” Bai Feifei was about to say something when she was suddenly interrupted.
Several red threads suddenly shot out from the ground, impaling Wan Qianhong's body!
In her current state, Wan Qianhong had no way of dodging such an attack. Her body stiffened violently.
Then, her entire body began to wither. The flesh on her face rapidly dehydrated, her hair turned white, and she seemed to age instantly as she collapsed limply.
“Hey!” Bai Feifei caught her, frantically calling out to Xu Mo in her mind,
“What do we do now? Did... did those blood vessels suddenly erupt?”
...
Beyond the red soil.
Liu Yun remained suspended in mid-air, maintaining the array of heavenly soldiers while occasionally watching the fragmented footage transmitted back.
Aside from keeping most of her focus on Sinking Black, her attention was on her disciple, Wan Qianhong.
Even when Wan Qianhong was bleeding from all her facial orifices and fighting for her life, Liu Yun's breathing remained remarkably steady, as if her mindset as a Prophet could not be shaken in the slightest.
Until now, as she watched that withered, white-haired figure collapse.
She couldn't hear what Wan Qianhong had said before falling, but it seemed... she had mentioned her?
The Prophet's otherwise placid face twitched for a moment. Then, the wind rose.
Out of nowhere, a violent gale swept through the sky and earth, making her robes rustle loudly. Below, numerous pieces of equipment began to emit static feedback.
The golden light in Liu Yun's eyes erupted violently. Facing the wind wall in front of her, veins bulged around her eyes!
“You court death!”
With a flick of her wrist, a skull materialized.
It was a blood-red skull, the size of a fist and crimson all over.
The moment the skull appeared, a powerful wave of anomalous energy erupted from her. The resulting shockwave sent tremors through the entire camp.
Xie Xuan and the Turing City technicians were blown straight to the ground by the shockwave. They looked up in shock at Liu Yun, who had suddenly lost her composure, and the skull in her hand.
That was one of Dawn City's three ultimate trump card Containment Objects.
—S-119, Blood Skull Vengeance!
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