The expressions of the four standing on top changed slightly. Mu Ye barked, “Scatter, quickly!”
Whoosh!
The four blurred into afterimages, vanishing from the concrete slab.
Bang!
In the next instant, the concrete slab was crushed to pieces by an invisible, massive force.
On a nearby building, Zhang Yi had just landed when he looked toward Silver, his expression filled with shock and doubt. “A Specter that speaks so fluently, and with this kind of strength...”
Something was wrong. Highly wrong. It wasn't that he had never killed Specters before, but those Specters had been ridiculously weak.
Yet the strength he sensed from this all-silver fellow was actually not much weaker than that of Archbishops like them, who had been further empowered by the Earth Mother.
Not far away, Wen Nana stood on a protruding decorative ledge of a skyscraper.
Mu Ye and the afro-haired man landed on the ground. The Archbishops all turned their gazes toward Silver.
The middle-aged man with the afro grumbled in annoyance, “A trash Specter dares to block our Church of the Earth Mother? Let's attack together and take him down in a second!”
“Hmph, you four pieces of trash dare to come to Xichang City!” Silver roared arrogantly.
At the same time, inside the penthouse of the city center skyscraper.
A crimson thread of spiritual power emerged from Liu Wen, its other end connecting to the cross-legged Tiangong.
“It's starting, Patriarch Liu!” Tiangong shouted. A massive, pale-yellow chessboard, two meters wide and long, materialized in front of him.
Within the chessboard was a yellow, energy-based virtual map of Xichang City.
Hum!
On the map, dense clusters of small red and white dots appeared. Red represented enemies, while white represented allies.
Quite a few of the red and white dots were several times larger than the average ones.
He raised his four hands and hovered them over the city on the chessboard.
In the next instant, Tiangong's four hands began to blur across the chessboard. His speed reached a terrifying level, executing thousands of moves per second.
The red and white dots were shifted by him, mixing together. In most spots, the white dots outnumbered the red ones.
“Phew!” A few seconds later, Tiangong's four hands came to a halt. He let out a long breath, his four hands trembling slightly from exertion.
The moment he stopped, the positions of everyone outside underwent an earth-shattering change.
Zhang Yi, who had been planning to gang up on Silver, only felt the environment in front of him warp violently. By the time his surroundings stabilized, he was already standing at the edge of the city. The three Archbishops and the silver Specter around him had completely vanished.
Spatial teleportation? Zhang Yi's expression instantly darkened. If this was the case, it meant the enemy could harvest them at will.
Rumble!
Right then, the ground began to tremble, as if something was about to emerge from below.
Without a second thought, Zhang Yi swiftly flew up into the sky. His left hand swelled, splitting open down the middle as green energy began to gather, aiming downward.
Bang!
The ground where Zhang Yi had just been standing exploded. A long, tube-like Specter, several meters wide and of indeterminate length, surged out. Its entire body was composed of rotting flesh and putrid liquid.
An angry voice boomed from its body, “What a foul stench! You bug, you've disgusted the Great Rot!”
The moment Rot appeared, an overwhelming stench of biological decay permeated the surrounding area.
Zhang Yi knit his brows tightly and said coldly, “You're the disgusting one here.”
Swish!
He fired the half-charged green energy in his hand straight down at Rot's head.
However, as soon as the green energy neared Rot, its color turned an even deeper shade of green, as if corrupted by something.
By the time it made contact with Rot, the green energy's power had been depleted by ninety percent. The remaining ten percent only managed to blast a small crater in the top of Rot's head.
In the very next second, this small crater healed back to its original state.
Seeing this, Zhang Yi's expression darkened, and he flew even higher. At the same time, he noticed that the buildings surrounding Rot had changed color.
On some of the concrete, there were actually signs of melting into a foul green liquid.
After rising to a height of a thousand meters, Zhang Yi looked down at Rot, who was still charging upward with its tail not yet out of the ground.
His expression grew solemn. This bastard can actually alter the properties of both inanimate objects and energy. And with such fluent speech... Where on earth did it and that silver Specter come from? And when did the Liu family ally themselves with these Specters?
The most critical issue was that neither of these two Specters was weak. This was going to be highly troublesome.
“You bug, why are you climbing so high!” Rot's angry roar echoed from below.
The top of its body split open, revealing a meter-wide hole. Putrid green liquid surged inside before spraying directly toward Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi immediately thrust out both hands, his voice freezing. “It seems I won't even be qualified to stand before Liu Wen unless I kill you first.”
Hum!
A crushing force of gravity manifested, halting both the spraying green liquid and Rot's massive body in their tracks.
Boom!
Zhang Yi suddenly exerted force with both hands. The gravity slammed the green liquid and Rot violently onto the ground. The nearly thousand-meter-long Rot smashed a massive swath of the ground into ruins.
However, physical attacks of this nature seemed utterly useless against a creature made entirely of decaying matter. Rot's body writhed, and its putrid green form reared back up once more.
Standing in midair, Zhang Yi remained expressionless. The back of his shoulders split open, revealing something terrifying writhing inside.
Elsewhere, the afro-haired man stood on a street. Opposite him, Silver walked forward with a confident grin. “The hunt has begun!”
Mu Ye stood on a soccer field, looking up at over a hundred two-meter-tall Night Slaves clad in specialized alloy heavy armor. Behind these heavy-armored Night Slaves followed dozens of others, each sporting an extra crimson eye on their forehead.
“Amusing. I thought some powerful figure would come to face me, but to think it's just a bunch of minor characters.” A look of annoyance crossed Mu Ye's face.
He was being underestimated.
But in the next second, the annoyance on his face vanished. In his perception, invisible entities had appeared.
And quite a lot of them, at that.
In the North District, Liu Zhian stood on his purplish-white surfboard, hands behind his back as he looked down at Wen Nana. “An Archbishop of the Church of the Earth Mother? I don't think I've ever killed an enemy of this caliber before.”
Wen Nana looked at him calmly. “Liu Zhian of the Liu family, I'm quite looking forward to seeing what kind of expression Liu Wen will make when I bring him your head later.”
All four Archbishops of the Church of the Earth Mother had been matched with their respective opponents.
On another side, Xiao Qi stared in utter bewilderment at the dilapidated street before him. “Where the hell did this send me? Jin Dayong, Yi Lianlian, You Shuai? Where are you guys!”
Xiao Qi shouted at the top of his lungs.
Hum!
Soon enough, something answered his call. From behind him, a sharp, piercing sound of rushing air cut through the space.
Without a second thought, Xiao Qi quickly threw himself forward.
Bang!
With a loud crash, he looked up and saw a short hammer embedded in a deeply dented concrete wall right in front of him.
Thud, thud, thud!
Heavy footsteps echoed from the front of the dilapidated street. One by one, Night Slaves brandishing melee weapons emerged.
Their numbers completely blocked off the entrance of the street. Other Night Slaves scaled the walls and buildings, closing in from both sides.
Staring at the dark, red-eyed crowd, Xiao Qi stood up from the ground and sneered, “So many of you. It seems I, Xiao Qi, am actually worth targeting, huh?”
He pulled two short blades from his lower back. Staring at the Night Slaves, he roared and charged forward. “Come on! Let me show you that the strongest Carriage Slave can't be defeated by mere numbers!”
The surrounding Night Slaves surged toward him in unison.
Splurt! Splurt!
Xiao Qi's hands suddenly blurred. He wasn't a professional killer; he simply hacked at whatever flesh came into view.
Ever since the Yangcheng incident ended, he had been training non-stop. His current strength and speed were significantly greater than they had been back in Yangcheng.
Splurt!
With every swing of his blades, a Night Slave fell, but more instantly rushed forward to fill the gap.
Rip!
A Night Slave slashed Xiao Qi across the back, slicing open his clothes to reveal the cut-resistant armor underneath.
“Hmph, without some preparation, I really wouldn't be able to handle you puppets.” Xiao Qi's short blades slashed rapidly.
Splurt!
“Ahhh!!!” In the next instant, Xiao Qi let out a squeal like a slaughtered pig. A Night Slave wielding a club had thrust it from a tricky angle, hitting him right in his “little Xiao Qi.”
Thud!
Taking advantage of this opening, an iron hammer slammed brutally into his screaming face. The massive force caused his cheek to swell up instantly.
Xiao Qi's face contorted. He felt as if his consciousness was about to leave his body. He could only instinctively swing his twin blades to block the attacks targeting his vitals.
At the same time, his feet began to move in a rhythmic beat. These Night Slaves were too fierce; if he didn't show his true capabilities, he would really die here.
【This dance grants a random fifty percent damage reduction!】
Benefiting from the damage reduction, his feet danced while his hands swung his blades.
The force of the surrounding attacks hitting his body was instantly halved. This remaining half could not even budge his body.
Splurt!
With a casual swipe, he chopped off a Night Slave's head. Before he could pull his hand back, an axe chopped down onto his arm.
However, this axe strike only sliced through his skin, halting abruptly upon meeting his muscle.
Splurt!
Xiao Qi casually sliced his head off with a return stroke.
On the dilapidated street, hundreds of black-clothed Night Slaves surrounded a groin-aching young man who was dancing what looked like the ghost step with splayed legs.
Weathering the onslaught of hundreds of Night Slaves, his twin blades swung incessantly. As long as the dance didn't stop, the damage reduction wouldn't stop.
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