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Chapter 332 The Era of the Gods is About to Descend!!!

Corridor of the Extraordinary Emergency Center, Central Hospital of Limestone District.

The stark white light shone coldly on the smooth ground.

The congealed bloodstains were visible.

The strong smell of disinfectant mixed with a faint stench of blood created a suffocating, deathly silence.

Liu San huddled in the corner, his back against the cold wall, his whole body curled up in a ball.

The clothes, soaked through with large patches of blood, were no longer recognizable as their original color.

It clung to my body, damp and clinging.

He trembled slightly, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly at the bright red indicator light of the closed operating room.

He looked like a clay sculpture whose soul had been taken away.

In the corridor, the core members of the Dawn Organization stood scattered like silent sculptures.

Someone was leaning against the opposite wall, their fingertips unconsciously swiping across the tablet screen.

He frowned as he reviewed the surveillance footage transmitted from headquarters.

The air was thick with a tense atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing.

The silence was broken by hurried footsteps.

Wei Banmeng and the others appeared at the end of the corridor.

"Old Liu!"

Lu Jiuyuan was the first to rush to Liu San, his voice low and urgent.

He crouched down, grabbed Liu San's shoulders tightly with both hands, and tried to pull him out of his dazed state. "How is he? How long has Meng Ge been inside? What did the doctor say?"

Liu San's body was being shaken by Lu Jiuyuan. His empty eyes finally focused for a moment, landing on Lu Jiuyuan's face. His lips trembled a few times, but only made a hoarse, leaky sound, like a broken bellows.

He raised his finger and pointed to his chest, then let it fall limply back down.

Wei Banmeng and Su Wanqing walked directly up to the person who was investigating the surveillance footage.

"How about it?"

The man immediately handed over the tablet he was holding.

The surveillance clearly recorded the entire assassination attempt.

"Top-tier assassins at the mid-stage of Tier 3 or above have reached the pinnacle of stealth capabilities."

As Wei Banmeng watched, he analyzed, "When he was hiding, he completely avoided all the physical surveillance at headquarters. The other party knows Meng Ge's daily routine very well. This is not the first time they have been watching him."

at this time
"Ding!"

The glaring scarlet indicator light above the operating room suddenly went out.

The corridor was deathly silent.

brush!
All eyes instantly focused on the slowly opening alloy door.

Liu San sprang to his feet as if struck by lightning, staggering to the door first. His face, covered in blood and cold sweat, held an almost desperate hope: "Doctor! Doctor! Meng Ge... how is Meng Ge?!"

The surgeon, dressed in sterile surgical scrubs, emerged exhausted, removed his mask, and revealed a solemn and weary face.

He adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the crowd that had gathered around him, finally settling on Liu San's face at the front. His voice was low and hoarse:

"A penetrating wound, piercing through the left chest and back and exiting through the front of the chest. The weapon was vicious, three-edged with a blood groove, causing severe cavity effect and continuous bleeding. The lung lobe was punctured and the pericardium was torn. Fortunately, the heart itself was narrowly spared from being directly hit."

Every cold word struck people's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Liu San swayed, but Lu Jiuyuan caught him from behind.

"Has the bleeding stopped?" Liu San's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"They arrived just in time, and the bleeding has stopped for now." The doctor nodded, but the seriousness on his face did not lessen at all. "But the trouble is now. Lei Gang's physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, and his tenacious vitality is a good thing. But precisely because of this, after suffering such a devastating injury, his body instinctively entered the deepest level of a state of tortoise-like breathing to protect itself, almost completely severing the connection between consciousness and body, and reducing all physiological activities to a minimum."

He paused, meeting Liu San's instantly dejected gaze, and added with difficulty, "In other words, his body, relying on the powerful foundation of a Martial Saint, is barely clinging to its last breath, but no one can guarantee when he will wake up. It all depends on his own will to live and the revival of his physical potential."

"He'll wake up on his own?"

Liu San murmured repeatedly, his eyes completely unfocused, as if his last backbone had been ripped out, "How long will it take? What are the chances of him waking up?"

The doctor was silent for a few seconds, avoiding Liu San's desperate gaze, and finally looked at Wei Banmeng, who had a calm demeanor, and said with difficulty: "Based on the current situation, the probability is less than five percent. Moreover, the longer this 'turtle breathing' state lasts, the greater the potential risk of damage to the brain tissue. Even if he wakes up in the future, he may be left with serious sequelae."

"Five percent." Liu San's body went limp, and he would have collapsed to the ground if Lu Jiuyuan hadn't held him up.

This number was like ice water poured over his head, completely extinguishing his last shred of hope.

Despair, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed him.

He broke free from Lu Jiuyuan's support, and with a dejected and heavy gait, he returned to the cold corner, slowly squatted down, and buried his face deep between his blood-stained knees.

"Doctor, is there no other way?" Su Wanqing stepped forward and asked with a serious expression.

The doctor shook his head with a wry smile, filled with deep helplessness: "Excuse my bluntness, but for a martial artist of Chief Lei's level, conventional medicine has little effect on such a severe injury that damages the very foundation and endangers life."

"The source of a martial artist's strength lies in their own blood and qi and will. No matter how severe the external injury, as long as the mind is clear, the qi and blood are guided by the exercise, and energy is replenished, there is hope of recovery."

"But Chief Lei is currently unconscious, and his physical potential has been severely damaged and suppressed. It's like the most sophisticated machine whose core control program has crashed. No matter how good the fuel is, it can't make it run again."

A suffocating silence fell over the corridor once again.

Just as this overwhelming despair was about to crush everyone, the doctor looked at Liu San, who was huddled in the corner trembling silently, then glanced at the ashen faces of the others, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke:

"However, you don't need to be overly pessimistic and desperate."

This sentence instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The doctor carefully chose his words: "Although the probability of him waking up is currently very low, from another perspective, Chief Lei's current condition is already the worst possible outcome of this disaster. In other words, he has already hit rock bottom."

"The bottom of the valley?" Lin Yu frowned in confusion.

“Yes, the bottom.” The doctor nodded affirmatively. “This means that as long as we can maintain his current vital signs, ensure his body functions to the minimum, and prevent any further deterioration, then the situation will only improve, not worsen.”

He paused, his tone carrying the certainty of a physician based on experience and facts: "Chief Lei is a third-tier Martial Saint! His vitality, cell activity, and the resilience of his organ functions far exceed our imagination!"

"This state of tortoise-like breathing, in a sense, is precisely the ultimate protective program activated by his powerful physique in dire straits. As long as it is maintained and given time, his vitality may be rekindled."

"Therefore, I think what you need now is patience, to stabilize the situation, and to create an absolutely safe and stable environment for Chief Lei, so that his powerful self-healing potential can have time to repair the wounds little by little and to reawaken his dormant consciousness."

"This process may be long, but the probability of improvement is much greater than you can imagine right now! The hope of awakening will inevitably increase over time!"

The doctor's words instantly pierced through the heavy gloom that shrouded everyone's hearts.

Although that five percent figure is still a heavy burden.

But the doctor's words gave them a foothold to grasp.

"Thank you."

Everyone expressed their gratitude.

"It's my duty." The doctor waved his hand wearily. "The patient will be transferred to the intensive care unit immediately and his vital signs will be monitored closely around the clock. You can take turns assigning a small number of people to wait outside the ward, but please remember to keep quiet and do not disturb him."

Soon, Lei Meng, whose body was covered in various life-sustaining tubes and whose face was as pale as paper, was wheeled out and sent to the intensive care unit.

Liu San struggled to follow.

But Lu Jiuyuan pressed down hard on his shoulder.

“Old Liu!” Lu Jiuyuan stared directly into Liu San’s bloodshot eyes. “Listen to me! What Meng Ge needs right now is the most professional care and quiet. Your presence here won’t help.”

Liu San's lips trembled as he tried to refute.

Lu Jiuyuan didn't give him a chance to speak: "But the Azure Dragon Gang needs you! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

"The headquarters is in complete chaos. The old brothers in the gang are in a state of panic, the newly recruited members are restless, and the Iron Stream Sect is also watching us like wolves."

"At this moment, the only one who can stabilize the situation and temporarily hold up the sky for Brother Meng is you, Liu San!"

"Brother Meng has worked his whole life to build this empire. Can you bear to watch it fall apart before your eyes?"

"Go back, go back to headquarters, and stabilize the situation! That's what you should be doing right now, understand?!"

Every word struck Liu San's confused mind hard.

The confusion and pain in his eyes were gradually replaced by clarity.

"Gangs," Liu San muttered to himself, his unfocused gaze gradually sharpening.

"Yes, there's the gang, there are so many things to do!" He seemed to have grasped at a straw, his voice hoarse but carrying a fierce edge.

He wiped away the tears mixed with blood from his face and stood up abruptly.

Without further hesitation, Liu San turned around and strode towards the exit of the corridor.

Lu Jiuyuan gave Wei Banmeng and Su Wanqing a look and then quickly followed.

Watching Liu San and Lu Jiuyuan disappear at the end of the corridor.

The last trace of worry on Wei Banmeng's face faded.

He turned around and glanced at the remaining Dawn members in the corridor.

"Lin Yu, you take a team and stay at the hospital to cooperate with the doctors and make sure the ward is absolutely safe."

"Okay." Lin Yu immediately responded and quickly selected a few people.

"The rest of you." Wei Banmeng's gaze fell on the four people. "Immediately take your men and, using headquarters as the center, expand your search to all our territories, especially the border areas that border the Iron Stream Sect's forces. Investigate every inch of the territory. Don't overlook any clues. I want to know who did this and who is behind it. As quickly as possible!"

"Understood!" the others roared in unison, then turned and led the remaining men away quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the noisy and oppressive corridor became much emptier.

Only Wei Banmeng, Su Wanqing, and Jiang Wei remained.

Lin Yu and the few people she led were guarding outside the intensive care unit.

Wei Banmeng's gaze shifted to Jiang Wei, who had been standing quietly in the shadows.

Her long, crimson hair shone like flowing flames under the pale light, and her clear red eyes were calm and still.

"Jiang Wei," Wei Banmeng said in a low voice, "you're leaving for the city first thing tomorrow morning, right?"

Today is the third day after the end of the second-tier competition. Tomorrow at noon, the third-tier competition will officially begin.

Jiang Wei nodded slightly: "Mm."

Upon hearing this, Wei Banmeng stepped forward, leaned close to Jiang Wei's ear, and quickly said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Before you leave, do me a favor. Go to the Iron Stream Sect's territory and kill one of their third-tier members."

Jiang Wei's clear red eyes remained unmoved as she calmly asked, "Kill whom?"

"Any one will do."

"Qingzi has already contacted Yan Lin, and she will come to oversee things as soon as possible. But given Yan Lin's personality, she will at most maintain the status quo and will never take the initiative."

"So we need to add fuel to the fire beforehand. Regardless of whether it was the Iron Stream Sect that killed them, we will eventually swallow them up."

"Okay." Jiang Wei agreed without any hesitation.

"Going right now?"

Wei Banmeng confirmed.

“Now.” Jiang Wei nodded, her crimson figure shifting slightly.

They quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Looking in the direction where Jiang Wei disappeared, Wei Banmeng took one last deep look at the tightly closed door of the intensive care unit.

He turned to Su Wanqing and said, "Sister Wanqing, let's leave this to Lin Yu for now and go back to headquarters."

Ironflow Gate Headquarters.

Located in the core area on the west side of the limestone region.

This is a skyscraper with more than 30 floors.

It exudes an industrial coldness and hardness.

Inside the luxurious conference room on the top floor, the lights were on full display, creating an atmosphere that was the complete opposite of the gloomy and desolate atmosphere on the Green Dragon Gang's side.

The huge circular conference table was filled with the core senior executives of the Ironflow Gate.

Sect leader Han Lizheng leaned back in his high-backed chair, a symbol of power, with a smug look on his face.

He was toying with a heavy metal seal in his hand.

It made a dull thud.

His face was beaming with an undisguised, joyful smile.

"Hahaha! Lei Meng, that brute, is now a living dead. Let's see if those bastards from the Green Dragon Gang can still act like they used to!" Han Li's loud laughter echoed in the conference room.

A deputy sect leader next to him also shook his head with a smile, "I didn't expect the Blood Rose people to be so capable."

Another person clapped his hands in admiration, "Although he didn't completely die in the end and the goal wasn't fully achieved, they still returned 10% of the commission according to the rules. Tsk tsk, their credibility is beyond question."

"With Lei Meng gone, the Green Dragon Gang is leaderless."

"That Liu San is all talk and no action, what good is he? No matter how good the new guys are at fighting, they're still outsiders, their foundation isn't solid! I think they'll start to fall apart from within themselves first!"

Another high-ranking official excitedly analyzed, "This is the perfect opportunity for us to take advantage of their weakness, rapidly encroach on their territory, and win over their people. Perhaps, we can even take down that group of powerful figures!"

"Hahaha! Well said!" Han Li slammed his hand on the table, making the cups and saucers jump around, his face beaming with confidence.

"Pass the word down and get all the branches moving. If you need to poach talent, poach talent; if you need to seize territory, seize territory! As for the methods, you can be even more aggressive."

"I want everyone in the Gray Rock District to know who's in charge of West City from now on."

The meeting room was immediately filled with laughter and compliments.

It was as if the fruits of victory were already within easy reach.

Everyone was immersed in the dream of dividing up the Green Dragon Gang and greatly increasing their power. Just as the wine was clinking and people were enjoying themselves...
hum!
An invisible force field descended out of nowhere without warning.

It instantly enveloped everyone.

"enemy"

The person who reacted the fastest had their pupils shrink, and only managed to utter one word.

Everyone had just stood up.

Outside the window, the deep night was torn apart by a red light.

The red light was like a giant crimson pillar piercing through heaven and earth, descending fiercely with an absolute will to incinerate all things!

boom--! ! ! !

The deafening roar finally arrived.

The entire top-floor conference room felt as if it had been hit head-on by a meteorite.

The dome walls, upon contact with the crimson beam of light, melted silently like snow under the blazing sun.

The violent shockwave mixed with instantly vaporized metal vapor and concrete powder.

It swept through the room like a destructive storm.

Some screams were quickly drowned out by the deafening explosions and blast waves.

puff!puff!puff!
Several figures were thrown away like rag dolls caught in a whirlwind, their bodies instantly turning into charred remains.

But the red light only flashed for a moment.

Just like the suddenness of its arrival.

Smoke and scorching steam filled the air above the now-ruined top floor.

The shattered floors were twisted and deformed, charred marks were everywhere, and the pungent smell of burning mixed with the stench of blood created a hellish scene.

"Uhhh-!!!"

A roar filled with pain and boundless rage erupted from the ruins.

Han Li was covered in blood, his muscular body riddled with burns and lacerations. He abruptly ripped off a cement slab that was pressing down on him.

It soared into the sky like a wounded Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Following closely behind, two other third-tier elders, equally disheveled but still possessing formidable auras, broke through the dust and hovered in mid-air.

All three were injured and their breathing was disordered.

His eyes were filled with shock and extreme rage.

They stared intently at the ruins of the conference room below, now a living hell.

And those charred corpses that were no longer human.

Those were all high-ranking members of the Ironflow Sect.

"Who?! Who is it?! Get your ass out here!!!"

Han Li's eyes turned bloodshot and shot skyward.

He frantically scanned the dark night sky around him.

However, all that answered him was the howling of the night wind and the piercing alarm of the building.

The attackers were like ghosts; after a single strike, they vanished without a trace.

"It must have been those bastards from the Green Dragon Gang who did it."

An elder who had miraculously survived clutched his severed arm, his face contorted in a grimace, and roared hoarsely, "Lei Meng just got into trouble, and someone dares to attack our headquarters so blatantly! Who else could it be but them?!"

"Investigate! Find out the casualties immediately!" Han Li's chest heaved violently, his voice like the low growl of a wounded beast, filled with savage killing intent. "Summon all the hall masters! Summon everyone, immediately!"

The core area of ​​the city of injustice.
Deep underground at the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

The vast underground space was still shrouded in the dim, flickering glow of oil lamps and the lingering, sweet, and rotten smell.

That enormous cross, like an ancient tombstone, stood in the center of the space.

On the cross beam and pillars.

Chen Wudi's withered body was tightly bound to the center of the cross by several black metal chains that shimmered with an eerie light. His head hung limply, his disheveled hair covered his face, and his breath was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

Directly below the cross.

A figure dressed in a scarlet robe stood silently.

The edges of the robe were embroidered with intricate and twisted patterns of thorns and eyes in dark gold silk thread.

The large hood completely covered his face, revealing only a pair of almost fanatical eyes.

He looked up at the lifeless body on the cross.

He was reciting in a low voice in a language with difficult syllables.

As the chanting continued, the smooth, black stone surface around the cross...

Without warning, circles of complex dark purple runes lit up.

As the light swirled, hazy humanoid figures seemed to be summoned from the void, slowly rising and hovering around the cross.

These projections have blurry, indistinct outlines.

The face was hidden behind the flowing light and shadow.

I could only barely distinguish the different body shapes and postures.

They circled the cross, silently gazing at the center.

"Gentlemen," the red-robed man's chanting ceased, and he slowly turned to face the surrounding projections, a barely perceptible smile playing beneath his hood, "The long wait will finally bear abundant fruit. Our god-making plan is about to achieve its ultimate success!"

However, he was not met with the cheers or excitement he had expected.

"Success?" One of the figures chuckled coldly, his voice filled with undisguised skepticism and weariness. "For decades, every time you convene, you've been repeating the same lies."

"Success is imminent? We've expended enormous resources and endured the endless demands of the Divine Punishment Society. Is this just endless delays and empty promises? Do you think we're so easily fooled?"

“Not bad!” Another luminous interface spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, “Last time you said you needed the Core of Destiny, we spent a huge sum to buy it from the black market. The time before that you said you needed Starfall Essence, we almost emptied our inventory. And what was the result? Apart from this half-dead body still bound here, what have we achieved? Our patience is limited.”

"We need to see substantial progress."

Another figure in the light and shadow uttered a sharp question, its tone filled with strong dissatisfaction.

Faced with a barrage of questions, the man in the red robe did not get angry; instead, he chuckled softly.

"Fooling? Delaying?" He slowly shook his head, raising his scarlet robe sleeve to point at Chen Wudi on the cross. "Gentlemen, doubt and suspicion have blinded your senses. The true miracle has already occurred before our eyes! It's just that you choose not to see it."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already silently floated into the air, as if weightless, and steadily hovered at the same height as Chen Wudi on the cross.

His gaze pierced through the shadow of the hood.

The light fell upon Chen Wudi's withered face, obscured by his disheveled hair, with an almost obsessive fervor.

"The dormant seed will eventually sprout. The silent divinity will eventually awaken."

The man in the red robe murmured softly, slowly raising his right hand and extending his index and middle fingers.

His movements were gentle and sacred, as if he were performing some supreme ritual.

Her fingertip gently touched the center of Chen Wudi's lowered brow.

Om-! ! !
The moment my fingertips touched my brow.

On the cross, the lifeless body, like a dried-up corpse, suddenly began to tremble violently.

The black chains binding him tightened to their limit instantly, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

"Hehehehe."

A low, inhuman roar was squeezed out from deep within Chen Wudi's throat.

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the surrounding projections.

Chen Wudi's withered skin cracked and peeled off inch by inch.

What was exposed was not flesh and blood.

Instead, it was a deep, dark expanse, an eerie interior seemingly composed of solidified nebulae and boiling dark matter.

Countless points of light, shimmering with cold starlight, flickered and flowed within it.

The joints of the limbs made a cracking sound that made your scalp tingle.

It twists and stretches bizarrely at an angle that violates human anatomy, with bones piercing the skin.

Instead of stark white bones, it presented a strange, translucent crystal with a dark red, magma-like sheen.

The most terrifying thing was Chen Wudi's head.

The disheveled hair turned to ashes as if burned by an invisible flame.

The entire head writhed and deformed violently, as if it were a melting wax figure.

The facial features were completely distorted and disappeared, replaced by a huge mouth that opened and closed constantly, covered with spiraling sharp teeth.

And in the center of that giant mouth.

An eye burning with pure, destructive dark golden flames suddenly opened!

Om-! ! !
An oppressive aura that defies description.

It burst forth instantly from that deformed body.

The entire underground space trembled violently.

The hard, black rock face was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, like a fragile biscuit.

The oil lamps embedded in the dome shattered one after another.

Bound by chains, "Chen Wudi," or rather, that terrifying nebula of matter that barely maintained a human-like outline, struggled and roared madly.

The dark golden vertical eye swept across the area below without any emotion.

The red-robed figure hovered to the side, the crimson sleeves fluttering in the chaotic energy storm, and a satisfied, almost manic smile curved at the corner of his mouth beneath his hood.

This terrifying scene lasted for less than three seconds.

The man in the red robe suddenly lit up his fingertips.

"seal up!"

A low drink.

That wisp of dark purple energy instantly transformed into countless fine chains, which once again sank into Chen Wudi's brow.

"Roar--!!!"

A defiant and furious roar reverberated through the space.

The nebula receded, the crystalline skeleton shrank, the abyss's gaping maw closed, and the dark gold vertical eye extinguished.
All the terrifying phenomena receded like the tide.

On the cross, the withered, dying, head bowed figure was restored.

It was just like the change that had happened.

It was just a fantasy.

The underground space fell into a deathly silence.

Only the rustling sound of the rock walls breaking and the hum of the aftershocks echoed.

The surrounding projections fell silent.

All previous doubts and dissatisfaction were now replaced by unparalleled shock.

The level of power that erupted in those few seconds just now
That is something that should not exist in the human world.

"Everyone."

The man in the red robe slowly withdrew his finger, hovering in mid-air, his voice returning to its previous calm.

"Now, do you still think this is procrastination and a lie?"

His gaze, hidden beneath his hood, swept over the silent projections.

"The divine body has been formed, and the divine nature has been manifested."

"He is only one step away from breaking free of his shackles, truly descending to this world, and wielding authority!"

"That fragile membrane that separates existence from manifestation is about to be completely pierced!"

The red-robed man's voice suddenly rose, filled with fanaticism:

"But this final step requires more strength! It needs a stronger anchor! It needs your help!"

The projections remained silent, but their mouths moved silently.

They are clearly having internal discussions.

Finally, the projection that initially raised the question spoke first.

There was no longer a trace of doubt in his tone, only an almost greedy eagerness and awe: "Are you sure our gods can protect us in the coming era of divine descent, when those demons descend?!"

The smile on the man's lips, hidden beneath his hood, grew even more pronounced.

He slightly opened his arms, as if to embrace the god about to be born, his voice echoing in the deathly silent underground space like a divine pronouncement, filled with absolute certainty:

"Of course!"

"He absolutely can!"

(End of this chapter)