The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence enveloped this wasteland.

The standoff between the three A-rank lord monsters made the air thick and heavy, with each breath carrying immense pressure.

The eight obsidian spider legs behind Xinmi unconsciously tightened, their tips digging deep into the sand beneath their feet to stabilize their stance.

His gaze swept over Pangu and Viola.

"Each of these two guys is no weaker than me."

"Once we make a move, I have no chance of winning."

That concludes my brief reflection.

Xing Mi stared coldly at the two of them, her voice icy as she demanded, "What exactly do you want here?!"

A faint, extremely subtle spiritual energy rippled out silently with her words, attempting to discern the other party's intentions.

However, the moment that spiritual power touched the other party, it was crushed by the heavy aura of death surrounding Pan Gu and devoured by the wailing souls surrounding Viola.

Xin Mi's heart sank.

Could it be that they knew my whereabouts in advance and deliberately set up an ambush here?

They wanted to sever one of Her Majesty the Empress's arms before the great war even began!

Damn it, those cunning and despicable bastards!

"Giggle..."

Viola, the Soul Weaver, let out an eerie chuckle, a sound that seemed to be composed of countless fine silver needles, precisely piercing Xingmi's eardrums and reaching the depths of her soul.

Her skeletal fingers rested gently on her smooth jawbone, her head tilted, her empty eye sockets scrutinizing Xin Mi with interest.

"Sister Xinmi, why do I get the feeling that you don't really want to see us?"

"Do you really hate people that much?"

Her tone carried an innocent and aggrieved air, but combined with the shroud of wailing veils surrounding her, it only conveyed a deep-seated madness and malice.

"I'm glad," Xing Mi said coldly.

"Stop with your tricks, Viola."

"Don't tell me you were just passing by and happened to chat with me."

"Tell me, what is it?"

Viola covered her mouth with her skeletal fingers, her laughter growing louder. The transparent veil around her rippled more violently, revealing countless tormented and distorted faces of souls within it.

"Oh dear, my sister is so fierce."

"Can't I come see you, sister, even if there's nothing wrong? It's been so long since we last met."

"Little sister, I really miss you, is that not even allowed?"

"Shut up!" The constant use of "sister" infuriated Xingmi. "We're not even sure who's older yet!"

"Okay, sister, no problem, sister."

Xing Mi: "!!!"

The more the other party pretended to be serious, the more certain Xin Mi became of her suspicions.

This was an ambush targeting her.

Ainz Ooal Gown is ready to make his move.

This information must be brought back immediately!

Xin Mi glanced deeply at the two unfathomable skeletal lords opposite him and made a decision.

Staying here means certain death.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over the human lying in a pool of blood in the distance.

More precisely, it landed on the human's finger wearing the bone ring.

That ring...

A strong sense of resentment welled up in my heart.

But reason instantly suppressed it.

With Pangu and Viola right here, there's no way she could possibly get her hands on that ring.

Forcing it will only cost you your life.

"I'm leaving, and the two of you can't stop me!"

"I believe we'll meet again soon!"

Xin Mi left behind these cold words, without a trace of lingering affection.

Her body transformed into a blurry shadow, silently merging into the earth and vanishing without a trace in an instant.

Viola rushed out, only to find nothing: "Sister is really cunning; she planned to escape from the very beginning, didn't she?"

With Xin Mi gone, the atmosphere on the wasteland relaxed.

Pan Gu's eyes, burning with soul fire, glanced indifferently in the direction where Xin Mi had disappeared, then paid no further attention.

He seemed indifferent to everything.

Viola seemed a little bored and stretched out her pale white bones.

"How boring, they just ran away. I thought there would be a fight."

Her empty eye sockets turned to Pangu.

"Let's go, Pangu. There isn't even a decent soul here. It's so boring."

Pan Gu didn't speak, but simply nodded heavily.

He turned around, and with each step his massive body took, the earth thudded.

Viola's figure faded away like wisps of smoke, finally disappearing into the air with a faint wail.

The two A-rank lords arrived abruptly and left just as abruptly.

It was as if their purpose in coming here was really just to "see" the secrets.

Neither of them glanced at Zhou Jian once.

Until that suffocating pressure of death completely disappeared from this world.

The pile of "rotten flesh" suddenly trembled.

Qian Sha's figure tumbled out of the sand in a disheveled state. Without looking around, she fled in the same direction as Xin Mi, wishing she could completely blend into the sand.

From the very beginning, it disguised itself as a pile of badly injured, rotting flesh, not daring to produce even the slightest fluctuation of its aura.

In front of three A-level big shots, even breathing felt like a sin.

Living...

That's great.

Until everyone leaves.

The wasteland has finally returned to its original desolation.

call out--!

A figure sped towards them from afar at a speed beyond human comprehension, raising a long trail of dust on the sand.

It's Chen Feng.

After completing his genetic awakening, he rushed to Zhou Jian's side immediately.

At this moment, Zhou Jian was in a state of utter misery.

Almost all of his bones had been shattered into fragments, his limbs were twisted at bizarre angles, and his chest had caved in at a terrifying angle.

The blood beneath him had pooled into a small puddle and was beginning to thicken.

His breathing was extremely weak, barely perceptible, as if it might stop at any moment.

He was clinging to life by his last breath.

"Old Zhou..."

Chen Feng clenched his fists instantly, not daring to look at it for long.

Chen Feng's eyes instantly sharpened, but his movements remained frighteningly calm.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately took out three life-giving potions from his tactical backpack.

[Basic Life Potion]

He deftly removed the needle cap and precisely inserted the cold needle into Zhou Jian's carotid artery.

Recommended bet.

Pull it out.

Insert again.

He injected all three doses of medicine into Zhou Jian's body as quickly as possible.

The deep red liquid flowed along his blood vessels, and a gentle life energy began to spread through Zhou Jian's shattered body.

The almost stopped breathing finally showed a slight improvement; although still weak, it became somewhat steady.

A faint grinding sound came from the collapsed chest, as if it were slowly correcting itself.

Chen Feng squatted down next to Zhou Jian, silently watching him, and the tense lines of his face finally relaxed a little.

"It's good that I survived..."