"Wait——"

Shi Ran was about to speak when suddenly there was a raspy sound on the other end of the phone, like a report, followed by a long silence, and then a soft sigh:

"Just got the news, the head of the southern region of the Northern Realm exposed for embezzlement and corruption, taking bribes from Empire spies, jumped off a building."

"The head of the northern region of the Northern Realm..." Shi Ran was shocked and exclaimed: "Isn't that Lv Tianhao's uncle?"

"Just an uncle, it's a blessing if we can smooth over the inquiries from Central City and the Military Department."

The voice on the other end of the phone sneered: "More than just an uncle? Now all four families have bet everything they have on the table, Lv Yingyue pushed them to the brink, do you still expect them to have any bottom line?!"

Shi Ran was momentarily stunned, not speaking.

"Other families are vast and wealthy, uncles and relatives are expendable, Ah Ran, our family doesn't have many people, I only have one nephew, in the future, Chong Hui will be yours to lead, understand?"

"I, I understand."

Shi Ran sighed helplessly, glanced back at the snowfield, kicked the tire in anger, and cursed.

"Let's go."

He waved to the driver, "Withdraw from the race."

Amidst the wails of countless gamblers, five minutes later, the news spread far and wide — on the opening day of the Desert Sea Rally, due to an accident, the Chong Hui team withdrew from the race.

Soon after, a spokesperson from Ju Guang Group announced: citing the driver's health condition, the Ju Guang team withdrew from the race.

Then came Sheng Yu and Earth Communication...

In just half an hour, more than five teams were off to a bad start, and under the influence of harsh weather, chose to withdraw, causing the audience to become anxious about the fate of the remaining dozen or so teams.

.

"Ah, what a pity..."

Before the broken and burning vehicles, amidst the scattered corpses, in a pool of blood, An Ning looked up, gazing at the black dot gradually disappearing into the sky: "Got away."

Unlike the previous rabble, the two vehicles that came to observe the battlefield and take out the survivors were almost considered seasoned elites.

Even with Ji Jue assisting from the side, they almost didn't succeed.

Nevertheless, one still managed to escape.

The Entropy System, which had been keeping its distance all along, upon noticing the weakening of its comrades, instantly rode the gust of wind, further increasing its distance, combined with several alchemy creations on its body, unhesitatingly activating them for protection and escape, it had already surpassed the pursuit range.

"Sorry, Ji Jue bro."

An Ning shook her head regretfully: "I didn't bring much 'Bitter Day' out, for safety's sake, I don't recommend wasting it on this kind of opponent for your safety."

"Can't run away, don't worry."

Ji Jue glanced at the black dot that was about to disappear, reached out, and pulled the silent Pan Ying from the bloodstained steel claws of Little An, the remnant blade hummed softly, temporarily isolated by flowing mercury.

"Use this."

He handed it over backhandedly, "Throw it."

"Hmm, what is this? Oh~ so fierce, did you make this too?"

An Ning held Pan Ying, clicking her tongue in wonder, examining it closely, unconcerned about the black dot getting further away, played enough, looked enough, finally raised her head.

After taking a few steps back, she raised her fingers, estimated the distance, and nodded.

One step, two steps, three steps.

In an instant, that silhouette flashed forward, silently sweeping like the wind, within three steps, gaining momentum from running—while in her hands, Pan Ying suddenly wailed and trembled, silver light burst out, and with the brutal driving force, the seal broke.

Released from the hand.

Unlike the previous glimmer, it was like a vast turbulent blood-colored torrent!

A thunderous roar, sanguine light winding, Pan Ying, once released from the hand, instantly unsealed, broke through the sound barrier, swung and swayed, astonishingly fast, surpassing the speed of sound, even faster.

Even if it's not specifically crafted materials and weapons for flying light, under the supernatural skill of throwing javelin, it instantly transformed into scarlet lightning.

Crossing the sky, piercing into the panicked and evasive figure that jumped into the cloud layer.

From beginning to end, without any deviation, it went straight forward.

From an observer's perspective, it almost seemed like the opponent actively ran into it, having locked onto the opponent's evasive direction the moment it was thrown!

No loud bang was heard.

Only within the thick cloud layer, a scarlet flame light briefly flashed and erupted. Then, grandiose blood color reversed, dragging the booming thunder, flew back.

In its rotation, the sword hilt landed just right into An Ning's fingers.

Even saving Ji Jue the trouble of picking it up again.

"How was it, how was it?"

An Ning turned around, ignoring the sinister erosion, grinning proudly: "Ji Jue bro, was I cool just now? Cool or not!"

It's just a pity, Ji Jue seemed not to hear.

Next to the burning distorted car frame, he lowered his eyes, indifferently overlooking the corpses in the pool of blood, and that convulsing twitching, nearly lifeless face.

"To think there's one still alive."

He said softly.

"Spare... spare... "

The Chosen One of the Vortex System choked and coughed up a large amount of internal organ debris. Even though he was burned by blazing flames, struck by Mutated Bullets, his body torn apart, with only a small part left, he surprisingly remained alive.

It was simply a miracle of life.

Unfortunately, that tiny miracle was about to be completely snuffed out.

"Plea, please..."

Under the gaze of those pitch-black eyes, his shattered expression twitched, despairing, praying with a choking sob: "I, I... I still have a child... I..."

"If—"

Ji Jue suddenly said, "If it were me begging for mercy now, would you spare me?"

In that instant, the choking voice abruptly ceased.

The survivor was dumbfounded, speechless, with a twisted expression twitching intermittently, trying to give an answer but unable to utter a sound.

No words were needed.

The answer had long since been laid bare before them.

"That's just how reality is, right? No need for shame, actually, everyone is the same."

Ji Jue shrugged regretfully, patted his remaining shoulder, and comforted: "Look on the bright side of things, at least I won't kill your child, right?

But speaking of which—"

He paused for a moment, suddenly asking: "Will he come to seek revenge on me in the future?"

In a moment of deathly silence, that face suddenly froze, breaking from fear, twisting, shrieking insanely, like a dying beast, wriggling, wanting to bite the man in front of him.

Yet, he was unable to move under the trampling.

Stomped into the frozen pool of blood and mud.

"You see, fear is normal, there are many things in this world scarier than death." Ji Jue sighed: "Not only are you afraid, but I am also afraid, I'm even more afraid than you imagine."

If I begged for mercy and conceded, would you spare me?

If Yan Jian begged for mercy while being hung up and beaten, would you show leniency?

If Lu Feng threw away his gun and fled, and Chen Yubo raised his hands in surrender, would you show mercy? If Lu Ma and Xiao Ling shed tears, would you exhibit compassion?

Even if I knelt down to beg, would you grant me a lifeline?

Even if I had killed myself with a knife before then, could you leave a way for others to live?

The answer was already predestined.

Ji Jue could accept losing, could accept dying without a burial place.

But from the moment they tried to involve unrelated people, he no longer intended to accept any of this...

"I don't want to die."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, telling him, "So, you, all of you, everyone here and not here, must die."

In that instant, Pan Ying rang with a clang, rising up.

It flew automatically into Ji Jue's hand.

He said:

"—I came here, not for some victory or defeat, but to ensure all of you die completely."

The deadly blade swung through.

Silently, an unending flow of blood gathered, merging into the sword, disappearing.

Between the opened steel claws, Pan Ying returned to its sheath, sinking back into darkness.

In the dead silence, aside from the falling snow and the crackling of ice growing, there were no other noises.

"Let's go, An Ning."

Among the scorched earth and remnants, Ji Jue turned his head, signaling with an invitation: "Let's kill them all."

An Ning stared blankly at his expression, gazing at his curved lips, as if in the reflection of his pupils, seeing a terrifying beast briefly freed from its chains, finally chasing after the White Deer.

Then, unable to restrain the brilliant smile anymore.

"Alright!"

Just like that, they jumped onto the young colt, leaving the burned charcoal behind, setting off once more.

Towards the wilderness ahead filled with thorns and death.

In the diminishing sound of the engine, only faint words drifted in the wind: "By the way, that move just now was really cool."

"Was it, was it? How does it compare to A-ran?"

"Of course, Little An is a bit cooler."

"Why?"

"No reason, anyway, Little An is cooler..."

"Ah, stop the car in front."

"For what?"

"...To catch a little mouse!"

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