She said, "According to the Federation's precedents, each city within the province can make their own decision through voting in times of guard sacrifices and crisis situations. All the signatures are here."

While speaking, she flipped a flimsy page toward him, "If the format isn't right, then let Xu Chaoxian write another one for you!"

The envoy caught it hurriedly, shaking hands, meticulously inspecting it.

Looking at those signatures already inscribed, he felt darkness overcome his vision, and when he saw the final signatures and stamp, he couldn't help but spit up a mouthful of old blood.

"This...is this not stable enough..."

"Is it?"

Lv Yingyue looked back, puzzled.

Beneath her feet, she stepped on a head that had been severed not too long ago; the mud-caked face still bore a faint trace of a young girl's appearance, devoid of the deceiving, reality-twisting allure.

"Having come this far, does Central City still have any opinion on the situation in Hai Province?" Lv Yingyue inquired. "Feel free to speak frankly, envoy."

The envoy remained silent, petrified.

"That's right."

Lv Yingyue nodded, waving her hand impatiently, "Since there's nothing to say, there's no need for you all to worry about this remote place."

Bang!

The skull of the evil creature, crushed underfoot, fell apart.

Lv Yingyue pushed the door open and walked toward the blood-soaked battlefield, leaving behind her final words:

"—Hai Province will handle its own affairs!"

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"Ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha... Die, die, die, die, die! Just die!"

Blood mist and mutated flows twisted, shattered, exploded!

The sound of maniacal laughter was ceaseless, emanating from the collapsing buildings, as the enormous altar crumbled.

That fragmented figure raised its hand, reaching into the void, and immediately, vast layers of Thunderbolt gathered, sculpted from the spiritual material, and burst forth!

Amidst the drifting dust, sacred images collapsed.

The Mutated before them turned to ashes within the stream of Thunderbolt, and the blessings and pillars left by higher Mutated, under relentless bombardment, completely disintegrated!

Yet the maniacal laughter did not cease; infinite crystals of Thunderbolt shot forth, reducing everything within sight to ruins, vaporizing into ash and dust!

As footsteps gradually approached, under a collapsed wall, a sharp cry of terror sounded: "Lou Yanyue!!!"

"Hmm? You know me?"

Lou Yanyue's 'footsteps' stopped in place, contemptuously looking down, examining the fear, despair, and shock in the eyes of the dying Mutated.

She couldn't help but smirk, "What? It's just a ruined face; can't you even recognize this figure anymore?"

Both legs, left hand, originally completely severed.

Now, miraculously restored in the form of her own spiritual material, akin to pure white crystal, faintly revealing the flow of blood within.

On that slightly childlike face, however, the fissures remained fierce.

The most crucial eyes for Spiritual Shaping had already returned to their original position!

Even though they always looked slightly off...

Tears of blood caused by the rough transplant rolled slowly from the corner of her eyes, turning that naïve smile into something ferocious, like a wild beast.

"I know it's ugly, but my incompetent nephew whined for over twenty years, and finally acted like a man for once. As his aunt, I couldn't let his effort be in vain..."

She raised her finger, tapped on those borrowed eyes, and suddenly asked:

"Where is Jian Yuan? Where is Ji Jue?"

In the ruins, the buried face paused momentarily, then burst with joy, "I..."

Boom!

Thunderbolt gathered like a blade, cleaving down.

In an instant, nothing was left.

"Lies."

Lou Yanyue indifferently withdrew her gaze, looking around.

Not here...

But it didn't matter.

There were still so many places in the city, killing one by one, she would eventually find the target; searching one by one, she would eventually find the person she wanted.

In the swirling dust, she looked up and walked towards the spreading warfare and turmoil.

Where she passed, all was crimson.

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"Tong brother, what do you say we do when we get back?"

Silent water dripping echoed through the quiet corridor.

Tong Shan's steps halted for a moment; he wanted to say that during work one should use official titles, that even during tasks calling each other captain or using code names was okay; he had emphasized this many times before, so why wouldn't they listen?

But at the moment, he couldn't bear to look up.

He muttered, "Anything is fine."

Then, Jiang Xuan laughed, "When the time comes, let's all have a few more drinks together."

"Mm."

Tong Shan's response was delayed.

"The flowers on the balcony go to Xu Guan, if there's a chance, thank little Ji for me. I've also saved some money, donate it, maybe to the welfare institute or to support poverty relief..."

Jiang Xuan rambled disjointedly, leaning against the wall, propping himself up.

But blood slowly flowed from the split across his chest, dripping to the ground, shallowly pooling and spreading...

"I can't walk anymore."

Jiang Xuan's mouth twitched slightly as he softly said, "The rest is up to you guys."

Tong Shan did not speak.

He only heard a final farewell from his friend.

"You should go, Tong brother," he said, "There's still a long way ahead."

In the moment he turned, Tong Shan couldn't help but look back. But on that shattered face was only a brilliant smile, unclouded.

It was like the goodbye at the time clock after a shift.

Carefree and relieving.

Tong Shan paused, then slowly nodded.

"Goodbye."

Then, Jiang Xuan silently smiled, listening to the footsteps gradually fade away.

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