Boom!!!!

A roar echoed. At the moment Zhou Lun fell, no, when that scarlet dot appeared on Zhou Lun's forehead, the first to react was Lv Yang, who had been at odds with him earlier.

The Vortex Chosen One, with wings on his back, suddenly swelled, his limbs burst, and hundreds of arms ejected. In mid-air, the flesh transformed, unwinding the wriggling wings, and turned into a structure resembling a soaring snake, racing away.

Once and again, after the flesh burst and accelerated, it pierced through the violent storm, becoming a pale bone spear, descending from the sky.

In an instant, it covered both the origin of the bullet and the place where An Ning once was.

Then, the forest-like bone spears exploded one by one, spreading malignant flames and toxic blood like bombs, plowing the entire ground. In the rotten and scorched earth washed by the rain, from countless bone spear fragments, insects that had emerged spread their wings, hungrily seeking any living thing.

But nothing was found.

There was nothing there.

After firing the shot, no, at the instant of pulling the trigger, they had already turned away, all traces were completely erased, leaving only a broken, twisted scaffold at the original place, mocking the subsequent attack.

Like white ash, the insects scattered, quickly searching, yet besides a few large imprints left in the mud from the take-off, nothing was found. On the contrary, they somehow triggered hidden bombs beneath the mud and perished in the spreading flames and explosions.

Footprints, scent, clues, traces, even the ether record were pre-disarrayed by Mirror System Illusion Dust and the ether record book fragments.

Completely untraceable.

Even during the investigation, there were numerous black shots from all directions, all were pre-prepared one-time items, and they would even self-destruct.

This was a trap.

Just like Zhou Lun said before his death, perhaps, from the very beginning, they were baited into a trap as prey, God knows what else that guy has hidden.

What the hell is the deal with craftsmen, this bastard of a profession?!

Can't they play without nerfing?

But even for a craftsman, it should not be this absurd, even if carrying something like Fei Gong that could be practiced barehanded, with guidance from a monster like Ye Xian... it's still too exaggerated!

Even though measures were taken to upgrade several levels, targeting under the premise of the Rebirth Rank, and even sending out a monster like Yue Chen, he still managed to repeatedly succeed.

Moreover, a lot of their own information was exposed, considering the targeted actions the craftsman would naturally take next...

No one will be well.

Soon, an SUV appeared out of nowhere, Gao Cheng on board, with a gloomy expression, shaking his head slowly.

Chasing the possible direction of departure, sparing no effort, jumping continuously over a dozen places, at most barely able to follow the opponent's taillights.

The opponent at least had an artifact with high-spec Blessing Chain from the Gate of Eternity, the 'Previous Car's Tracks' used by Bailu to stir space, forming a closed field, was actually broken.

Not only that, before the last jump, his accompanying Blessing Equipment unexpectedly warned first, suddenly feeling a chill like an aircraft being locked by radar.

It was not groundless paranoia, but an instinct that saved him countless times, the last jump was forcibly terminated by him with great risk.

He had already lost his navigator, his partner for so many years, couldn't afford any more slip-ups.

But at this moment, seeing Zhou Lun's body gradually cooling, anger and grief surged within.

Just a single shot.

Among the four Blessed Creations Zhou Lun carried, one active and three passive, Tian Yuan's repulsion field, the Mirror system's Illusionary Truth, the Vortex system's solid life, and the Ruins' gas wall iron curtain, were all punctured instantly. Even the Vortex system's Blessing Chain had no chance to activate...

At this moment, the pale-looking corpse, no one dared to touch.

The breeze blew, revealing cracks in the rain-washed figure, like something made of dust, gradually dissolving, leaving only the bright red iron sand particles emerging in the mud, so conspicuous.

In the recoil process, fragments flaked off from Pan Ying Sword, also possessing Pan Ying's properties, even more exaggerated in thirst and absorption for life and blood due to lack of control and deliberate guidance by the craftsman.

After all, Pan Ying Sword needs to ensure stability for long-term use, but the purified and extracted fragments don't, they were originally impurities within the blade, treated as disposable consumables.

Fragments less than a third the size of a fingernail, upon contact with blood and soul, would gorgeously devour, even upon nearing their limit without halting, until self-destruction... under the vast infusion and intensification of blood and energy, they exploded with a boom!

As if instantly drawing out all the blood and life, turning into a bomb, tearing the entire shell and soul into pieces from the inside out.

During this process, the Mutated Pollution mixed within the fragments also vanished without a trace in the spiritual agitation and burn.

Ultimately, leaving only a seemingly intact shell.

Seeing Zhou Lun's fate at this moment, they couldn't help but feel a chill, especially those nearly dead under the flying light in the Entropy System, not daring to breathe heavily, showing changes in expression.

"The situation is terrible, everyone is urging us."

Gao Cheng, just finished the call inside the car, stepped out to announce their decision to the others: "The higher-ups mean, we can't delay any longer, it's to be resolved at Kunwu."

"Resolve? So soon? Wasn't it said to wait..."

Lv Yang's expression changed slightly, realizing he misspoke, and quickly changed the subject: "Reinforcements?"

"Reinforcements were dispatched long ago, but don't hold too much hope."

Gao Cheng said indifferently: "Wang Zhengxing, Qian Yu, Zhao Buxian... Important personnel, after being scattered, no news at all. Li Wuliang's body was found yesterday in Longyuan, only half a skull left. Fighting until now, it is not just here and Hai Zhou, the entire Desert Sea line probably has already turned into a battlefield!"

Gao Cheng paused, suddenly asking bluntly: "Now everyone is on the same sinking ship, don't hide anymore, what exactly did you bring when setting off this time?"

Lv Yang remained silent, several times wanting to refute something, but ultimately not hiding anymore.

After glancing at his surviving teammates, he sighed silently: "A set of 'bait'."

Gao Cheng also froze, silent, expression changing.

Seemingly shocked.

"I don't know how things are arranged on Echo's side, don't tell me Xinyuan is clean." Lv Yang raised his eyes and looked over: "Now that the words are out, as brothers in misfortune, shouldn't you at least share the truth?"

Gao Cheng was silent, spread out his hands.

As if invisible shackles were gently opened, a faint outline of a glass bottle appeared from the void between his hands.

Through the mist, flowers are hard to discern.

In the fleeting shadows, details are unclear. Yet, through the surface of the glass bottle, it seems like one can see flickering images, ghostly figures, even an illusory black drizzle.

Just by looking, it feels as if countless faint wails echo in the ears.

"..."

In the silence, Lv Yang instinctively took a step back, creating distance, his face pale and horrified:

"Are you all insane?!"

"The Northern Realm owns Huang Province. Even without the defense market, you can still thrive on energy. You know how ruthless the competition in Central City is. There's no retreat for Xin Yuan."

Gao Cheng was expressionless: "Before coming, Fourth Uncle instructed that it's either success or martyrdom. If we can't win, then no one should fare well!

Besides, at this point, do you still hope to retreat unscathed if you lose?"

Lv Yang said no more, his expression changed, and after a long while, he looked ferocious.

"Then let's do it that way!"

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Boom!!!

Outside Hai Province's Cliff City, in the vast wilderness.

Lightning flashed for an instant, illuminating the wilderness seemingly being swallowed by the torrential rain. Amid the raging torrents, in the mud and scorched earth lay broken corpses...

Traces of fire burning and freezing were everywhere, remnants of sharp, twisting rifts remained in the void.

Under the catastrophe image resembling a black hole, gravity warped, countless fragments and droplets suspended mid-air, tinged with streaks of crimson.

Tong Shan, expressionless, sheathed his sword.

Chasing many targets all the way from Cliff City to here, deep into the wilderness, battling fiercely for days even he felt a rare fatigue.

No idea how Ji Jue is doing now.

No, knowing that guy, he's probably thriving... Why worry about him?

Tong Shan chuckled self-mockingly, shaking his head.

Hoping everything goes smoothly.

But upon turning back, his momentarily gentle eyes became icy cold again.

"Another bunch of fools courting death..."

He looked up, gazing deeper into the torrential rain, at those gradually emerging emaciated figures.

Unlike the Federation people, though they have black hair, their eyes are emerald green with high and prominent noses. Their sun-beaten bronze skin is lined with wrinkles.

Three old men adorned with copious gold and gemstones sat hunched on a luxurious giant carpet. The incense from the burners rose in thin wisps like a wall, keeping out wind and rain.

"In this state..."

The leading elder grinned: "You must be the esteemed Tong Shan, right?"

"From the Corpse Society of Stone Nation?"

Tong Shan replied indifferently: "Why, do Central Earth people want to muddy the waters too?"

"What are you saying?" The foremost elder burst out laughing: "Under heaven, whoever pays is our parent, whoever feeds is our mother. As long as the money's good enough, murky waters are fragrant soups."

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers: "To be honest, I'm not too interested in the offer over there. If the Tong family is generous enough, things could be negotiable.

When the time comes, your esteemed house eats meat, maybe you can spare us old brutes a taste of soup. We'd be very satisfied with that."

Even as he said this, in those eyes, more white than black, the blazing greed was evident.

"Get lost."

Tong Shan placed his hand on Hui Hao's hilt, expressionless: "The Tong family doesn't have the habit of negotiating with wild dogs. No meat for you, not even a sip of soup."

Hearing this, the three elders exchanged glances, as if realizing something, their smiles growing increasingly strange and excited.

"Had this been another day, the Tong family's word would be our command. But now..."

The leading elder paused, mockingly inquiring: "At this point, Mr. Tong has fought three battles, how much strength do you still have? Why bother pretending?"

"..."

Tong Shan remained silent, a self-mocking sigh escaped him.

Seems like he's truly foolish, wasting compassion on these old dogs buried in money.

"I am indeed a bit tired."

He sighed lightly, released the hilt. As the elders' faces lit up with glee, he waved his hand behind them: "I leave these fools to you."

"Hey—"

A sneering voice resounded from the heavens: "Finally, isn't it better to do things straightforwardly?"

At this moment, as the three elders drastically changed expression and turned abruptly, they saw: descending from the heavens straight to the earth were beams of lightning, thousands, tens of thousands, endless thunderbolts frozen in spiritual crystal, transformed into vast spears, already high up in the sky!

In the storm and thunder, the girl-like Lou Yanyue looked down indifferently, extending a finger:

"Then all of you, die!"

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