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Chapter 174 He's always been like this, he'd cause a huge upheaval without batting an eye (2 words, updated 15 times)

Qingjian City, Shenguan Bureau.

On the 28th floor, the third squad of the Dragon Ridge Camp was filled with deathly silence.

The intermittent intelligence from the Songdu branch on the forum was like cold steel needles, piercing into everyone's heart one by one.

"Melting-level Fate Demon", "Chosen One Betrayed", "Loss of Contact in Core Area", "Heavy Casualties", "Fang Qingyu's Team Missing After Deepening Infiltration".
Lin Kang sat in the corner on a gleaming metal folding chair, his head down, his face obscured by shadows, making his expression impossible to discern, only his knuckles were pale from excessive force.

Without any warning, Lin Kang suddenly stood up.

The chair legs scraped against the metal floor with a sharp, grating sound. He walked to his equipment cabinet, his movements mechanical yet carrying a resolute determination to cut off all hesitation.

With a "click," the lock was opened, and a set of well-maintained, neatly folded black combat uniform was taken out, followed by a tactical vest and a spare first-aid kit.

Finally, there was the Life Bone Battle Blade that had been with him for many years, its blade bearing subtle, intricate notches.

He didn't say a word, nor did he glance at the teammates beside him.

Lin Kang remained silent, putting on his equipment piece by piece with meticulous care, as if he were simply carrying out an ordinary patrol mission.

The heavy footsteps echoed in the silent corridor, pounding on everyone's nerves.

Lin Kang walked straight to the elevator in the underground parking lot.

The heavy alloy door slid open, and the cold atmosphere of the garage rushed out.

However, just as he strode toward the familiar SUV, he suddenly stopped.

A figure stood beside the car.

Duan Ling held her signature dragon-headed broadsword, her back ramrod straight, her eyes sharp. Qu Zhe leaned against the car door with his arms crossed, his usual carefree demeanor vanished, replaced by a somber and murderous aura.

Li Hu, one of the stronger members of the team, was also fully equipped and stood silently in the shadows. All eyes turned to Lin Kang, silent yet heavy with weight.

Lin Kang's lips pressed into a cold, straight line, his gaze sweeping over them without any intention of asking questions or explaining.

He reached directly to pull the driver's side door.

"Lin Kang!"

A tired and anxious voice rang out.

Director Wu Yu practically burst out from the shadow of a command vehicle beside him, his hair disheveled and his eyes heavily puffed up, clearly exhausted from the emergency.

He stepped in front of the driver's door, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger and a deeper unease:

"You fucking stop right there! The order from the capital is to stand by! What's the situation in Songdu right now? It's a meat grinder! No matter how many you throw in, it won't be enough. That kid Fang Qingyu is trapped! What good will it do you go now? Go and die?! Even that young lady from the Su family with three Grandmasters is trapped! What use is a peak Transcendent Realm cultivator like you?!"

Wu Yu practically roared it out, his spittle almost splashing onto Lin Kang's face.

He pounded on the sturdy hood of the off-road vehicle, making a dull thud, trying to rouse the old soldier who seemed to be possessed.

Lin Kang stopped moving.

Finally, she slowly raised her head, her gaze truly landing on Wu Yu's face for the first time.

There was no anger, no argument, and not even much emotional fluctuation in his eyes; there was only a bottomless, frozen pool.

It was a kind of indifference that Wu Yu had never seen in him before, almost deathly still.

He ignored Wu Yu's body blocking the car door, his arm still steadily reaching for the door handle, as if Wu Yu was just a wisp of air in his way.

"Hold!"

Wu Yu panicked completely. He practically lunged forward, gripping the half-open window frame of the SUV tightly with both hands, half his body leaning inside. His face flushed red from the effort, he yelled at Lin Kang, who was already in the driver's seat:

"Listen to me! Let me finish! There's been a reaction from the capital! Two truly important figures have already set off for Songdu! They're riding the 'Mysterious Bird' super-fast space shuttle! They're definitely faster than your beat-up car! As long as that kid Fang Qingyu is still alive and kicking, once they arrive, they'll definitely have a solution!"

"A black bird? An important figure?"

Lin Kang's hand, which was about to turn the key, suddenly stopped.

Still maintaining that posture, she slowly turned her head, her gaze falling on Wu Yu's extremely anxious face.

His face remained expressionless, only his lips moved almost imperceptibly, and his voice, hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against rock, uttered two cold words:

"Martial Saint?"

Wu Yu's fingers, gripping the car window, tightened instantly, his knuckles turning white.

He looked into Lin Kang's unfathomable eyes, his throat bobbed with difficulty, and finally, he nodded silently.

The air seemed to freeze.

Outside the car, Duan Ling, Qu Zhe, and the others held their breath.

Inside the car, Lin Kang remained motionless, still in the same position as when he was turning the key.

Under the hood, only the faint hissing sound of the vehicle's standby system crackled in the deathly silence.

Within the force field.

Deep in the pit
"This should be it."

Wei Banmeng strained her eyes to search for traces in the surrounding rubble pits.

This was the place they had been holding onto, and they had gone down several hours deeper underground.

"Old Qin, over here!"

Qi Hao lowered his voice and pointed to several shocking, huge cracks on a piece of rubble, as if it had been cleaved by a giant axe.

The edges of the crack showed an unnatural charred black color, as if it had been instantly scorched by extreme high temperature.

"It's Aoko's sword, no doubt about it! Only his sword aura could produce such domineering scorch marks!"

"There's some here too!"

Old Joe crouched down, his tactical glove brushing across a thick layer of grayish-white dust mixed with bone meal.

Amidst the dust, a few drops of viscous liquid, already solidified but still gleaming with a faint molten gold sheen, were unusually glaring.

He carefully scraped a small amount with the sampler, and the tactical tablet immediately emitted a rapid buzzing and a stream of analytical data.

"Sample analysis. Contains extremely high energy reaction! Blood of an unknown organism! Contains a strong sulfurous aura and an ancient, oppressive residue? No matching record found in the database! What the hell is this monster's blood?!"

"Is it that snake?"

Qi Hao's voice carried a hint of fear, as if the terrifying outline of the naked, white-bodied figure described by the camp survivors flashed before his eyes again.

"Qingzi, he really fought with that thing?! And he even made it bleed?!"

This discovery instantly brought the team's atmosphere to a freezing point.

Imagining Fang Qingyu facing that terrifying presence alone, a chill ran from everyone's tailbone straight to the top of their head.

"Shut up!"

Qin Hui let out a low roar, slamming his heavy shield into the ground with a dull thud, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

His eyes, bloodshot and hidden beneath the helmet, were fixed on the darkness swallowed by miasma ahead.

"Find! Follow the tracks! We need to find him alive or dead and bring his remains back to give Captain Lin an explanation! Old Joe, mark the points! Mouse, follow me! Watch out for the loose stones!"

Following the knife marks and scattered spots of molten gold and blood on the surrounding rubble, the group trudged through the rubble pit, which could collapse again at any moment.

The scenery along the way was even more shocking.

Many of the rocks are covered with huge impact dents and tears, with charred black and icy blue frozen marks intertwined.

In many places, the violent fluctuations of the starlight force field still linger, and the sense of sluggishness in the air has not completely dissipated.

These are the marks on the stones.

It silently tells the story of the fierce battle that took place here not long ago.

"Damn it... what on earth did Aoko do?"

Qin Hui stared at the massive wall that had been almost cleaved in two, the smooth cut still shimmering with tiny arcs of starlight and electricity. He couldn't help but curse again, his voice tinged with an indescribable shock and lingering fear. "He's always like this," Qi Hao's voice was muffled beneath his mask, carrying an almost numb heaviness. "He either doesn't do it at all, or he does it to the death. He wouldn't even blink if things went wrong."

Icy.

A viscous darkness.

There is also an omnipresent, excruciating pain that seems to seep into the very marrow.

Fang Qingyu's consciousness seemed to be slowly and laboriously rising from the bottom of a bottomless icy abyss.

Every moment of focused thought was accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain throughout my body.

With great effort, I opened my heavy eyelids, only to find a blurry, chaotic scene barely illuminated by some faint colored light.

The curtain of eternal night has long since vanished.

My lungs felt like they were being repeatedly seared by a hot iron, and every breath brought out a strong smell of blood and an uncontrollable cough.

His left arm hung limply, the broken bone piercing through his skin.

Although the deep, bone-revealing gash on his right chest was no longer bleeding profusely, the flesh was torn and charred, and the nerves there convulsed wildly with every heartbeat.

The excruciating pain surged like a tide, almost dragging him back into the abyss of unconsciousness.

Fang Qingyu bit his tongue hard, the taste of rust filling his mouth, the sharp pain forcibly stimulating his nerves on the verge of collapse.

Jiang Wei!

This thought cleaved through the chaos like lightning!

He suddenly turned his head to the side.

The little girl was curled up in a slightly drier crevice not far from him. Her small body was mostly covered by rubble and dust, and her face was pale and bloodless. Her usually chubby face was now shockingly thin.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes casting fragile shadows on her filthy face. Her breathing was so faint as to be almost imperceptible, with only the extremely faint rise and fall of her chest proving that she was still alive.

Fang Qingyu's heart clenched suddenly, a mixture of relief and even heavier worry gripping his heart.

He tried to sit up, wanting to go and check on her.

However, just moving his right arm aggravated the injuries to his chest and abdomen, and his vision went black. He curled up from a violent cough, coughing up only dark red blood foam.

No way
It's impossible to move it like that.

Fang Qingyu was panting, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Jiang Wei's direction.

No, we can't just wait to die like this.

I need to regain my strength; I must get her out of here!

Their gaze swept across their surroundings. They were trapped in a narrow triangular space formed by a huge fracture in the rock strata. Above them were jagged, massive broken rock blocks, and the narrow gaps, barely wide enough for one person to crawl through, were completely blocked by more collapsed rubble.

To get out, a passage must first be cleared.

Fang Qingyu took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain, and with his only remaining slightly strong right hand, he struggled to drag his heavy body up from the cold, damp ground, and sat up straight against the rough, cold rock wall behind him.

This simple action almost exhausted all the strength he had just mustered, and sweat mixed with blood instantly soaked through his tattered combat uniform.

Fang Qingyu glanced at Jiang Wei, who was still unconscious, and his gaze calmed down.

Now, I can only rely on myself.

Close your eyes, abandon all distracting thoughts, and immerse your mind in the chaotic ruins within your body.

The Crimson Bright Nine Revolutions Jade Scripture, Second Revolution!
The mental cultivation method struggled to circulate within the sea of ​​consciousness.

Deep within his dantian, the once radiant crimson tribulation jade was now dull and lifeless, its surface covered with spiderweb-like cracks, like glass about to shatter.

Every attempt to activate the mental technique is like scraping a wound with a dull knife, bringing excruciating pain that penetrates deep into the soul.

But Fang Qingyu's will was as firm as a rock.

Forcibly ignoring the almost unbearable pain, he activated the mental technique in an extremely slow and difficult manner, almost to the point of self-harm.

A faint, almost negligible, crimson current.

Like a candle flickering in the wind, it struggled to spill out from the depths of the cracked Jade.

This faint flow of air struggled along the severely damaged meridians, its passage like molten lava flowing over parched and cracked earth.

The charred, curled edges of the wound, the necrotic tissue emitting a faint, almost inaudible hissing sound under the extreme heat, was slowly burned, carbonized, and peeled off.

Meanwhile, the deeper tissues, as if parched land receiving rain, greedily absorbed this faint life force of the calamity, wriggling extremely slowly in an attempt to heal the horrific wound.

Beneath the skin, the originally dull, dark red lava patterns flickered extremely faintly for a moment before returning to silence.

The entire repair process was so slow it was almost despairing, accompanied by a continuous, bone-deep burning pain.

A faint candlelight.

In the boundless abyss of despair, it stubbornly sways, trying to ignite a glimmer of hope.

"Roar--!!!"

The Rotting Nest Lord's massive, fleshy body let out a painful roar that shook the entire core area!

The four top-tier beings unleashed their fury, their power shaking the heavens and earth!

The entire core area was violently shaking, with turbulent energy flows raging like a storm.

The massive body of the Rot Nest Monarch was forced back repeatedly, huge wounds bursting open on its mountain-like body, splattering blood everywhere, and emitting deafening roars of pain.

Standing beside the mountain of flesh, Sikong Zhen, whose dark gray suit was still spotless, now looked somewhat disheveled. The jagged rock spike barrier he had created by manipulating the power of the earth crumbled piece by piece like a sandcastle under the impact of Su Wanqing's purifying spear and Zheng Xiaohai's raging waves.

His figure flickered and shifted among the broken rocks like a ghost, dodging Chen Tiejun's terrifying fist wind that could split mountains and shatter rocks, his face gloomy.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

Sikong Zhen wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth caused by the aftershocks of energy. Looking at the Corrupted Nest Monarch, who was being defeated one after another under the attack of the four and roaring repeatedly, there was not much frustration on his face. Instead, a chilling, almost morbidly joyful smile appeared on his face.

The smile that bloomed on his handsome yet cold face looked particularly eerie.

"Miss Su, seniors, you are indeed still as sharp as ever."

Sikong Zhen's voice came through the chaotic energy roar, carrying a strange sense of ease, as if he were watching a wonderful drama: "The power of their combined forces has truly broadened my horizons."

He easily dodged a purifying light wave that brushed past him, and the rock beneath his feet softened like water, allowing him to slide dozens of meters away in an instant.

Then he stood still.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the rock wall, reaching the dark red fleshy membrane in the center of the core area, pulsating more and more violently and emitting a heart-palpitating life force. His smile became even brighter, even carrying a hint of intoxication.

"However, haven't you all forgotten something?"

Sikong Zhen spread his hands, his posture elegant, but his eyes were icy cold, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake.

"Do you think the protagonist of this feast is this foolish rotten nest? Or that disobedient reptile?" He tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of rock walls, directed towards the abyss where the Peng Serpent had fallen, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"What a pity, that snake seems to have been 'dealt with' by some clueless little bug beforehand. But it doesn't matter." His gaze returned to the pulsating membrane, his eyes burning with fervor and madness. "...The true 'god' has awakened!"

As if to prove his words!
Om-! ! !
An indescribable, terrifying tremor originating from the deepest part of the Earth's core erupted without warning, centered on that pulsating membrane of flesh!
It's not vibration! It's pulsation!!
Like an ancient giant god stretching his body in slumber!

CRACK——!!!
Songdu City, suburban campsite.

The last rays of the setting sun had just painted the clouds on the horizon red, but the camp area remained bustling and noisy.

Suddenly, without warning—

Boom, boom, boom! ! !
The earth undulated violently and wildly, like a giant beast turning over!

The piercing alarm, the deafening roar of collapsing temporary housing, and the terrified screams of those who couldn't escape in time.
It instantly ripped the twilight apart!
The entire suburbs trembled violently in the apocalyptic terror of the earthquake!
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(End of this chapter)