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Chapter 360 Captain Fang, is that all?!
Done.

Fang Qingyu remained casually seated on the soft leather sofa.

His eyes, covered in starlight, calmly gazed at the red-robed elder in the main seat.

There was no anger or murderous intent in his eyes, only a mocking pity.

On the screen wall.

In the underground space, in that viscous, suffocating ocean of blood.

Fang Qingyu's figure remained frozen in time.

The real Fang Qingyu.

But he sat calmly in front of them.

Chen Yuanshan's wrinkled old face stiffened visibly the moment Fang Qingyu finished speaking.

The gentle humility on his face peeled off like cheap paint.

It revealed the sinister undercurrent that had been accumulating for countless years.

but.

The stiffness lasted for less than half a second.

Like the face-changing act in Sichuan opera, that stiffness was quickly replaced by a smile.

He even turned his head slightly, his gaze returning with great interest to the huge screen displaying the blood-red space.

"hehe."

Chen Yuanshan chuckled softly.
He refocused his gaze on Fang Qingyu, and for the first time, Fang Qingyu's figure was clearly reflected in his cloudy old eyes, with a hint of curiosity.

"Captain Fang always manages to surprise this old man."

"I am curious, since you can see through my clumsy performance, who is Captain Fang on the screen?"

He did not press Fang Qingyu on how he discovered the feigned death.

He also ignored the deathly despair of the powerful and wealthy people behind him.

His entire interest seemed to lie with "Fang Qingyu," who was trapped in the blood-red mass.

Fang Qingyu did not answer.

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, just shrugged slightly, as if he thought the problem was really not worth mentioning.

He stood up slowly and deliberately, his movements graceful and composed.

He even raised his hand to brush off non-existent dust from his gray combat uniform.

"Wait till you die."

Fang Qingyu's gaze calmly fell on Chen Yuanshan's face. "You'll know naturally."

Having said that, he took a step forward.

An invisible aura quietly spread out.

“I’m in a bit of a rush here.” Fang Qingyu tilted his head slightly, a smile curving his lips. “I wonder, old commander, are you planning to die again yourself, or would you like me to send you on your way?”

After Yan Lin discovered that the person worshipped by the Heavenly Punishment Society was a corpse driver.

Fang Qingyu then set his sights on Chen Yuanshan.

After all, Fang Qingyu had already been trained by He Manhe to perform tricks like faking death.

So Fang Qingyu was not at all surprised to see Chen Yuanshan here.

Instead, I couldn't help but want to complain.

These people always like to do fancy things.

Chen Yuanshan's smile deepened as he listened.

"It seems Captain Fang is really in a hurry."

He slowly rose from the luxurious sofa that symbolized the head of the household, his scarlet robe trailing silently onto the carpet.

"That's fine."

The words have not yet fallen.

An indescribable aura suddenly erupted from his hunched body.

boom--

Like an invisible tsunami, it swept across the entire space!
An expensive solid wood coffee table, a crystal wine cabinet displaying fine wines, and priceless oil paintings on the wall.
All the luxurious furnishings in the reception room shattered the moment they came into contact with this aura.

"Then let this old man personally see Captain Fang off!"

Chen Yuanshan's voice rang out from the eye of the storm.

Her red robe fluttered and rustled even without wind.

Two crimson lights, as red as blood, ignited deep within his murky eyes.

In the midst of this outburst, the ten dignitaries, slumped on the ground and pale as death, seemed to see their only chance of survival.

Someone tried to crawl towards the door using both hands and feet.

Some tried to shrink into a corner, their eyes gleaming with the last vestige of survival.

However.
"Gentlemen, since Captain Fang has wiped out your entire stronghold in the Federation."

Chen Yuanshan's icy voice rang out without warning, "Nowhere to go, like a stray dog."

He turned his head sharply, his eyes burning with bloodlust, and locked onto every figure trying to escape.

On his aged face.

That ferocious smile was like a rift in the abyss.

"Then why not stay here and do our last bit of strength for our own god?"

"Do not--!!!"

"Spare me! Chairman Chen!!"

"We still have a use! We still have."

The piercing screams and desperate wails were instantly drowned out.

A series of dull, teeth-grinding cracking sounds, like ripe watermelons being crushed at once.

Ten humanoid bodies, without any warning, suddenly collapsed and twisted inward on the spot, and then...
Exploded with a bang.

Flesh and blood, bones, internal organs.
In that instant, it was forcibly crushed by an irresistible and terrifying force.

It turned into ten clumps of bloody paste.

Thick, sticky blood plasma splattered in all directions, staining the luxurious carpet with a thick layer of dark red.

There were ten people who were alive and well just a moment ago.

Along with their wealth and power, they were all crushed into this filthy pile of minced meat on the ground at this moment.

Fang Qingyu stood still.

Not even the hem of his clothes was stained with the blood.

He stared blankly at the hellish scene on earth.

His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, without a ripple.

Even if Chen Yuanshan doesn't take action, these people are still vulnerable.

He couldn't possibly let any of them go.

At this moment, it simply saved him some trouble.

Amidst the bloodshed and carnage, the luxurious reception room was completely transformed into a battlefield.

In the vast space.

Only two figures remained, facing each other across the blinding crimson light.

Chen Yuanshan slowly turned around, the hem of his scarlet robe stained with blood.

The ferocious smile on his face had faded, leaving only an extreme indifference and coldness.

He raised his hand and pointed at Fang Qingyu.

"Your turn, Captain Fang."

The moment the words fell.

The area beneath Fang Qingyu's feet, which was originally covered with an expensive carpet but was now covered with blood and debris, disappeared without warning.

A strong feeling of weightlessness suddenly overwhelmed me.

Fang Qingyu suddenly felt his feet sink and he plummeted downwards.

The scene before my eyes was instantly replaced by a sea of ​​blood.

call--

The wind whistled in my ears, and the speed of my descent was astonishing.

Vision blurred and then cleared during the rapid fall.

The scene before my eyes changed instantly.

Everything was shrouded in dark red.

As far as the eye could see, there was only an endless expanse of blood.

Fang Qingyu landed steadily on the ground and looked around.

Those eyes, sparkling with starlight, calmly swept across the space.

Instead of showing any panic, his face revealed a hint of inquisitive interest.

"Tsk." He even clicked his tongue softly, his tone slightly mocking. "Is this why you went to such lengths, faking your death and setting bait, spending half a month scheming to lure me to the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society?"

Fang Qingyu's gaze pierced through the layers of surging crimson mist.

It precisely locked onto Chen Yuanshan, who was also gracefully landing not far away.

The latter was standing on a relatively clean, blood-red ground, his face showing a calm composure as if he were in complete control.

"I never expected that Captain Fang would dare to come in even knowing the truth. He's truly courageous."

He nodded slightly, as if expressing his sincere appreciation.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu's lips twitched involuntarily.

He revealed an extremely helpless expression: "Your thoughts are written all over your faces. If I didn't know, how stupid would I be?"

Having said that, he didn't wait for Chen Yuanshan's reaction.

Fang Qingyu then took another step forward.

"Alright, old commander, stop beating around the bush. Show us what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have another chance later."

"you--"

Even with Chen Yuanshan's good temper...
The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

A murderous intent lingered in his cloudy eyes.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Chen Yuanshan said "good" three times in a row, "Then so be it!"

Done.

His withered hands suddenly formed an intricate hand seal in front of his chest.

He uttered a series of obscure and incomprehensible syllables.

hum-

The entire crimson space trembled violently.

In the surrounding darkness, the viscous blood-red light churned violently, like a quagmire tossed with pebbles.

Eight directions.

Eight bulges appeared instantly.

Eight figures, like demons crawling out from the deepest part of a filthy pool of blood.

Tearing through the viscous blood plasma, he slowly stepped out.

This is the most powerful force of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

Those eight martial saints, who had fused divine bones and blood, possessed combat power sufficient to rank among the top ranks of the City of Injustice.

Their current state.

It's similar to Shi Hao's sudden surge in power back then.

Its entire body was covered in black liquid.

Eight faces, blurred and indistinct under the viscous black liquid.

But the exposed empty eye sockets showed no human emotion.

There was only a deathly grayness, like a puppet whose soul had been completely erased.

All that remains is the most primal, most ferocious killing instinct.

Seeing these eight figures standing like demons from hell.

The composure of being in control of everything reappeared on Chen Yuanshan's face.

"Captain Fang, enjoy yourself."

He smiled at Fang Qingyu, who was surrounded by eight Divine Bone Martial Saints.

After saying that, he actually ignored Fang Qingyu and turned around directly.

He walked calmly into the depths of the crimson space.

There, the outline of a huge, blurry cross appeared and disappeared in the blood mist, and a human figure seemed to be nailed to it.

When Chen Yuanshan walked up to the huge cross.

All emotion vanished from his face.

All that remained was an almost fanatical devotion.

He slightly hunched his aged body, crossed his hands over his chest, and, facing the withered figure on the cross, began to pray in a low, emotionally charged tone:

“My son, my glorious Creator, your humble servant has brought the most perfect kindling to the altar.”

"May your decaying bones become the steps to the throne of God."

May your flowing blood become a spring of sweet water that nourishes divinity.

May the sins and sacrifices I bear for you become the foundation upon which my eternal altar is built.

His withered fingertips gently brushed across the cold, rough surface of the cross.

In the cloudy old eyes.

It shimmered with a morbid fervor and anticipation.

Just as Chen Yuanshan was praying devoutly, a figure shrouded in a wide black robe appeared silently not far from him, like a ghost.

The man in black bowed slightly, his posture respectful, and called out softly to Chen Yuanshan:
"grandfather."

Chen Yuanshan did not stop praying, but nodded very slightly.

"If you want to play, go ahead and have some fun. Grandpa's going to prepare the last things."

Upon hearing this, a suppressed chuckle seemed to come from beneath the hood of the man in the black robe: "Yes, Grandpa."

at the same time.

Outside the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

The deathly silence of night was torn apart.

A massive army, like a swarm of black ants emerging from every dark corner of the city, was silently gathering.

There were no slogans, no shouts.

Even the sound of footsteps was deliberately suppressed to the extreme.

The figures were numerous and densely packed.

Emerging from every street corner in all directions, they converged into silent torrents.

They were dressed in identical black robes, their faces expressionless.

Their eyes were empty and numb as they walked in the same direction.

At a glance, the number of people appears...

There were three or four thousand of them.

When these three or four thousand people surged into the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society like a tidal wave.
Without the slightest pause, they all surged into the building.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand
The densely packed figures disappeared silently into the doorway.

Within minutes, the massive crowd had completely disappeared.

Outside the headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society.

Deathly silence returned once more.

The night wind blew through the empty streets, stirring up a few scraps of paper.

Silence returned.

However, inside headquarters.

The various fronts have just undergone a fierce purge and are now taking a short break.

I was almost overwhelmed by the sudden influx of people.

"Hold on! Damn it! Soul-Severing Nails! Nail them to death!"

Chu Kuanglan roared incessantly. His roars echoed wildly through a relatively wide passageway, now filled with the corpses of black-robed men.

With each sweep of his massive, door-like sword, he...

The sound of the blades tearing through the air and the muffled cracking of flesh and bones accompanied the attack, slicing several black-robed men who rushed forward in half at the waist.

Filthy black blood splattered like a fountain onto his bulging muscles and greatsword.

However, more black-robed figures surged in from both the front and back of the passage, stepping over the remains of their companions, their faces expressionless.

Of the original hundred-man elite squad around Chu Kuanglan, nearly half have lost their fighting strength.

Fortunately, there have been no casualties.

Instead, he was surrounded by the remaining dozens of people in a circle.

However, those who still have fighting power are not in a good situation either.

They formed a defensive circle back to back, almost all of them were injured and breathing heavily.

The Soul-Severing Nails are almost used up.

"Old Chu, hang in there!"

Fortunately, a clear and cold shout rang out at that moment.

At the entrance to the passage, a blazing blade of light suddenly tore through the darkness.

Wei Banmeng's figure flashed in like a ghost, her twin Xuanchi swords, one icy and one dark, creating a chilling aura and a shadow that devoured light as she swung them.

Wherever it passed, the seven or eight black-robed men who rushed towards Chu Kuanglan's flank were instantly frozen into ice sculptures.

Then, another dark blade of light swept past.

It shattered silently into ice shards scattered all over the ground.

Behind her, dozens of elite members of the Green Dragon Gang, responsible for providing support, fiercely broke into the battle from the side.

The cold light of the Soul-Severing Nails flashed intensely once more.

The surging tide of zombies has been temporarily contained.

Chu Kuanglan felt a sudden relief from the pressure. He used his greatsword to deflect the attacks of two black-robed men in front of him, and took the opportunity to catch his breath. He roared at Wei Banmeng, who rushed to his side, "Damn it! Banmeng! Where did these bastards come from? I led my men to plow through this entire floor and was just about to call it a day when these bastards suddenly started jumping out from both sides like dumplings being dropped into a pot. I can't kill them all."

His specially made combat uniform had already been torn in several places.

His face was covered in black blood and sweat, and his large, round eyes burned with exhaustion.

Wei Banmeng's icy blue Xuan Chi blade pierced precisely between the eyebrows of a third-tier black-robed corpse puppet that was attempting a sneak attack.

The extreme cold instantly froze the inside of his skull.

She didn't even glance at the fallen corpses, her voice still clear amidst the intense clanging of metal: "It must be the Bauhinia Society."

She spoke without pausing her movements at all.

With his twin blades flashing, frost and shadow intertwined, he single-handedly stopped three third-tier black-robed figures whose auras were clearly stronger and whose movements were much more agile than ordinary corpse puppets.

The blade flashed like a meat grinder, suppressing the three third-tier cultivators into a narrow area, preventing them from crossing the line.

"Go help the others clear out the henchmen."

Wei Banmeng shouted, and without turning his head, he spoke to Chu Kuanglan.

She knew very well that Old Chu, as the vanguard, had been the one under the most pressure as he charged forward.

He had used up all five Soul-Severing Nails he carried, and his physical strength was also greatly depleted.

She's the only one who can deal with these troublesome Tier 3 corpse puppets.

"it is good!"

Chu Kuanglan did not show any sign of bravado.

Knowing Wei Banmeng's strength, he suddenly pushed off the ground, his burly body like a heavy chariot, crashing into the largest but weakest group of second-tier corpse puppets on the flank with a ferocious aura.

boom!
The giant sword crashed down with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, instantly turning two unavoidable corpse puppets into mincemeat.

Chu Kuanglan moved like a tiger among sheep, wielding his giant sword with sweeping, powerful strokes.

Every swing of his sword brought forth a storm of blood and gore.

"Brother Chu! The brothers are here!!!"

Just as Chu Kuanglan was fighting desperately among the horde of corpses.

A loud roar filled with ecstasy and excitement suddenly came from the entrance of the passage.

Immediately afterwards, an even more chaotic yet equally fierce chorus of shouts and cries of battle surged in like a tidal wave.

"Kill them all!!!"

Liu San took the lead, wielding a blood-stained, thick-backed cleaver.

Behind them followed a group of veteran soldiers from a motley crew, equipped with a variety of weapons but with extremely high morale.

They surged forward like a flood bursting its banks, crashing violently into the horde of corpse puppets on the flank.

The arrival of this new force instantly changed the balance of power within the passage.

The previously precarious defense line was stabilized, and even began to push back.

Chu Kuanglan felt a sudden relief from the pressure. His giant sword cleaved a zombie puppet that lunged at him in two from head to toe, spraying black blood all over his head and face.

He casually wiped his face, looked at Liu San and his men charging forward, and let out a hearty laugh: "Hahaha! Old Liu! You really brought the brothers with you!"

Liu San fought hard, slashing down a corpse puppet and rushing to Chu Kuanglan's vicinity.

His face was covered in sweat and blood, but his eyes shone with an unprecedented light: "Brother Chu! Thank you! Thank you and Captain Fang for giving us old brothers a chance to start over!"

"Speaking such bullshit!"

Chu Kuanglan waved his hand and slapped Liu San hard on the shoulder, almost making him stumble. He said in a bold tone, "We're all brothers! If we're here, let's fight them side by side!"

At this moment, a cold gaze fell upon Chu Kuanglan.

It was Wei Banmeng who had just killed three third-tier corpse puppets and temporarily stabilized the battle line.

Her eyes swept over Liu San and the hundreds of people who had suddenly appeared, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, her gaze carrying a clear question and a hint of displeasure.

Fang Qingyu's previous arrangements were very clear.

They never intended for Liu San and his group to get involved in the Heavenly Punishment Society's affairs.

after all
Let this group of people, who are already deeply entrenched in the city of injustice, fight for him.

That's a bit too cruel.

The brothers who have come here all know Fang Qingyu's identity and have volunteered to come along.

It was clear that Liu San and his group were acting on Chu Kuanglan's own initiative.

Chu Kuanglan's hearty smile instantly froze on his face.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

Oh no, I forgot to discuss this with Qingzi and Banmeng beforehand.

His mind raced, trying to figure out how to explain things to Wei Banmeng to calm her down.

Before he could even come up with an explanation...

Liu San, who was standing next to him, took a step forward and said:
"Sister Meng, it has nothing to do with Brother Chu. It was us brothers who insisted on coming."

Wei Banmeng was taken aback by these words.
They're all seasoned veterans of the City of Injustice, why would they willingly come to the Heavenly Punishment Society to risk their lives for Fang Qingyu?!

What do you think?

Liu San took a deep breath, met the cold gaze, and spoke quickly but clearly: "Sister Meng, the brothers all know that Captain Fang, you, Brother Chu, and Sister Jiang, this little pond in the city of injustice can't hold you. You'll all have to leave sooner or later."

He glanced around at the veterans fighting bloody battles around him, and his voice suddenly rose: "But we old brothers are different. We've committed crimes in the Federation, and we've been wallowing in the mud of the City of Injustice for decades. We've had enough, enough of being rats in the shadows, enough of living in constant fear. We don't want to stay in this godforsaken place and wait to die after you leave."

He gripped the machete tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. "We want to follow Captain Fang, to always follow him, even if we can only be pawns, stepping stones, we want to fight honorably. We want to fight for a chance to stand in the sunlight again, so we begged Brother Chu to bring us here. If you want to punish someone, punish us."

The others behind Liu San, who were fighting fiercely, seemed to have heard his words.

They all let out a low, angry roar.

Wei Banmeng quietly looked at Liu San, at the resolute look in his eyes.

Then his gaze swept over the veterans behind him.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Finally, a smile appeared on that aloof face, like a pebble thrown into a frozen lake.

"it is good."

"Then I'll go with her. I'll talk to Aoko."

"Thank you, Sister Meng!!!"

A look of joy immediately appeared on Liu San's face.

However, before the words were even finished, they were heard through the communication headsets worn by everyone.

Urgent cries for help continued to ring out.

"Lin Yu reports: The flank of Sector B is under attack by a large number of corpse puppets! There are too many! Requesting reinforcements! Repeat! Requesting reinforcements!"

"Su Wanqing reports: The central corridor has been breached, the number of corpse puppets has surged, and the Soul-Severing Nails are almost exhausted. Reinforcements are urgently needed!"

"Lu Jiuyuan reports that a large number of unidentified corpse puppets have been discovered in the lower level and are currently besieging the area, putting immense pressure on us."

Bad news came in a flurry of surprises.

The situation, which had just eased slightly due to the arrival of Liu San and others, took a sharp turn for the worse once again.

The smile on Wei Banmeng's face vanished instantly, and her delicate brows furrowed.

"The main force of the Bauhinia Society has all arrived!"

She made a quick decision, "Old Chu, Liu San, gather your men immediately! Follow me! Support Lin Yu and Su Wanqing! Quickly!"

Chu Kuanglan and Liu San answered without hesitation, "Yes!"

Chu Kuanglan swung his giant sword, about to catch up with Wei Banmeng.

Liu San immediately turned around, ready to call his brothers.

Just then, Liu San suddenly remembered something and hurriedly called out to Wei Banmeng and Chu Kuanglan's retreating figures, "Wait! Sister Meng! Brother Chu! There's something else!"

The two stopped in their tracks and turned to look at him.

Liu San spoke rapidly: "When we came in, we ran into the Lingxiao Society in the main square. There were four or five hundred of them, all elites, led by Old Ghost! But as soon as they came in, they seemed to know this place very well. They went straight into several passages in the depths and disappeared in the blink of an eye. We weren't familiar with the area, so we couldn't catch up and didn't know where they went."

"Lingxiao Society?"

Wei Banmeng frowned slightly.

After Fang Qingyu drove away the six major forces, the Lingxiao Society stopped interfering.

This operation was not intended to involve any of the seven major powers.

Why would the Lingxiao Society members come here on their own initiative?!

Deep within the crimson space.

Eight figures, completely enveloped in thick black liquid, firmly surrounded Fang Qingyu in the center.

The hollow, grayish-white eye sockets were fixed on the target in the center.

Just then, directly in front of Fang Qingyu.

The blood-red mist was so thick it was almost impossible to dissolve.

Like a curtain, it was slowly parted by a hand covered with the same writhing black liquid.

A figure shrouded in a wide black robe emerged silently, stepping across the sticky ground.

He stopped outside the encirclement.

He faced Fang Qingyu from afar, separated by the surging blood mist.

The shadow of the hood obscured his face.

All that could be seen was a writhing expanse of black liquid.

Fang Qingyu's gaze fell on the newly appeared man in black robes.

A knowing glint flashed in his star-studded eyes.

He even raised his hand and waved from a distance, casually, his tone conveying familiarity and confirmation:
"Hey, you're here?"

"Are you a grandson?"

The man in black robes, who had been deliberately maintaining a composed pace, suddenly stopped the moment he heard the word "grandson."

Beneath the hood, the writhing black liquid seemed to freeze for a moment.

A murderous intent instantly emanated from beneath the black robe.

"court death--"

A suppressed growl exploded from under the hood.

next moment.

call.

The figure in black robes vanished from the spot.

Almost at the same instant he disappeared, a hand covered in thick, writhing black liquid, emitting a pungent, sweet, and fishy odor, appeared out of thin air in front of Fang Qingyu's throat.

Its speed surpassed that of the eight Divine Bone Martial Saints.

The dark claws viciously choked Fang Qingyu's throat.

He wanted to crush this arrogant fool who dared to insult him.

puff.

There was a muffled sound.

Thick black liquid splattered everywhere!
The hand covered in black liquid gripped Fang Qingyu's neck tightly.

A tremendous force erupted instantly.

It seemed as if they wanted to crush that fragile throat bone into dust.

The figure of the man in black robes solidified completely before Fang Qingyu. The writhing black liquid beneath the hood seemed to ripple slightly with the satisfaction of his success. The man's voice clearly reached Fang Qingyu's ears:

"Captain Fang, is that all?"

Fang Qingyu, whose throat was being choked and who was lifted off the ground, showed no signs of pain or suffocation on his face.

Even his gaze didn't change at all.

He maintained that calm, almost indifferent expression.

It was as if he wasn't the one being choked.

Just then, a woman's voice, sounding visibly tired, rang out.

Suddenly, a voice rang in Fang Qingyu's ear:

"Done. I'm exhausted."

The sound appeared the instant it appeared.

Suddenly, a dazzling light, like a galaxy exploding, burst forth from the depths of Fang Qingyu's usually calm and unwavering eyes.

His right hand, which had been hanging by his side, was suddenly raised.

The hand, covered in dark red, almost black, and flowing with countless silver star-like crystals, struck first and grabbed the black-robed man's wrist, which was gripping his throat, with perfect precision.

His five fingers suddenly tightened.

Click! ! !

A sickeningly loud sound of bones shattering rang out.

The man in the black robe's expression changed instantly.

But before he could recover from the excruciating pain and horror...

An overwhelming force surged through my wrist.

Boom——

There was a loud bang.

Fang Qingyu gripped the black-robed man's wrist, his arm muscles bulging, the starlight crystals shining brightly, and his waist twisting.

If the black-robed man's entire body were swung around.

He slammed hard onto the ground beneath his feet.

The black-robed man's body crashed down like a cannonball, at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

boom--

The ground was immediately smashed into a large crater.

The black-robed man's entire body was embedded deep into the bottom of the pit in a starfish shape.

The writhing black liquid covering his entire body was scattered and splashed in all directions by this extremely violent force.

It revealed tattered clothes and a bloodied, mangled body underneath.

His body was convulsing violently.
Fang Qingyu's figure had already stood firmly on the edge of the deep pit without anyone noticing.

He lowered his head slightly.

Looking down at the black-robed man slumped like mud at the bottom of the pit.

The boots, covered in star-like crystals, were casually lifted and then gently placed on the black-robed man's head, which was half-covered in black liquid and still twitching slightly.

Bend down slightly, getting closer to the bottom of the pit.

Looking at the other person's eyes, which were barely open amidst the black liquid and blood.

Then, using the exact same tone, the other person replied, enunciating each word clearly:
"That's it?"

(End of this chapter)