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Seventh rank?

Chen Guan's heart sank. Could it be that he only had such a weak opponent?

The white tiger beside him stepped aside, giving him the entire front of the corridor.

He crossed his arms, a smug smile on his face, clearly not intending to let him continue slacking off.

Chen Guan took a breath, several solutions flashing through his mind.

Forget it, let's use the simplest way.

A psychic, a trickster.

Just as the fireball was about to leave the opponent's hand, a glint of light flashed in Chen Guan's pupils.

In the eyes of the leader opposite, Chen Guan's figure suddenly became blurry. Then, an identical Chen Guan separated from his body and rushed towards the wall on the other side.

"Over there! He's trying to run!"

He roared and hurled the fireball in his hand at the phantom without hesitation.

boom.

The scorching fireball crashed into the alloy wall, burning through a huge charred crater, sending metal fragments and sparks flying everywhere.

The attack failed.

The moment the illusion took effect, Chen Guan's true form had already leaped against the wall, and the cold scythe silently reached towards his side.

Swish.

The scythe struck him squarely on the back of the neck, a vital spot. The tall, superhuman's eyes widened and his mouth opened, but he could no longer utter a sound.

The ferocity in his eyes was quickly replaced by astonishment, and then he collapsed forward limply, completely unconscious.

They succeeded in one strike.

Before his two companions could react, a dark figure was faster than them.

It is the White Tiger.

He didn't use any summoned beasts at all. In a flash, he appeared behind the two of them like a ghost, reached out with both hands, and grabbed the back of their necks like iron clamps, displaying his true stats.

Bang, bang.

With two muffled thuds, the two men were pressed against the wall by the white tiger, their heads making intimate contact with the hard alloy wall. They collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

The whole process took no more than three seconds, was clean and efficient, and the corridor returned to silence, with only the alarm still blaring.

"Kill him? Or spare his life?"

Baihu clapped his hands, brushing away non-existent dust. He looked at the three unconscious superhumans on the ground, then turned to Chen Guan with a smirk and threw the question at him.

Chen Guan remained silent.

He walked over to the leader he had knocked down, squatted down, and held up two fingers to check the man's pulse.

He was still breathing, but he had fainted.

Then, he walked over to the other two people and used the handle of his sickle to lightly tap the back of their heads, ensuring they wouldn't wake up for a while.

He answered with his actions.

The white tiger watched his actions, its smile unchanged, only letting out a soft chuckle, the tone unreadable as to whether it was approval or something else.

……

The corridor was deathly quiet, with only the tireless red flashing of the distant alarm lights and the pounding of Chen Guan's own heart.

He followed behind Baihu, the alloy floor beneath his feet was cold and hard, and there was no echo when he stepped on it.

The three superhumans were still slumped in a corner not far away, like three bags of discarded garbage, completely unconscious.

The tension in Chen Guan's heart eased slightly.

The path leading to the third underground level was much easier than he had imagined; it was almost too smooth.

It seems my previous worries were just me scaring myself.

Ahead was the end of the corridor, where a frighteningly thick alloy door stood, thicker than any of the previous doors.

This is the last barrier to the core control room.

Chen Guan could even feel the extremely low-frequency hum of the large equipment behind the door as it operated.

Success was within reach, and Chen Guan couldn't help but feel a little relaxed.

White Tiger stepped forward, raised his hand, and prepared to devour the door with his strange summoned beast, just like before.

But his hand froze in mid-air, less than ten centimeters from the door panel, as if he were nailed to the spot.

Chen Guan nearly bumped into his back. He quickly stopped and stared at Bai Hu's back in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Chen Guan asked in a low voice.

The white tiger did not answer; he simply maintained the raised hand posture, remaining motionless.

Not right.

The White Tiger's perpetually nonchalant demeanor vanished, replaced by a solemn expression.

Suddenly, a chill shot up from the coffin's tailbone to the top of its head.

Chen Guan also sensed it.

An unparalleled pressure was seeping out little by little from behind that thick alloy door.

This aura wasn't frightening; in fact, it could be described as calm. But beneath that calm lay an unfathomable terror.

He was very familiar with the aura of seventh or eighth-level ability users; those few just now were examples of it. But the being behind the door was something from a completely different dimension.

Even the ninth rank is insufficient to describe this feeling.

Tenth rank? Eleventh rank? Even...

This was beyond Chen Guan's comprehension; his mind went blank, and his instincts triggered the most dangerous alarm.

"Kid."

Baal's voice echoed in his mind, serious: "The person behind the door is not simple."

Chen Guan's heart skipped a beat and sank to the bottom.

If even Barr says so, then the problem is far from ordinary.

Oh no, this is a life-or-death question.

Just as Chen Guan was frantically calculating various retreat routes in his mind, the white tiger in front of him suddenly moved.

He lowered his hand, which was hanging in mid-air, and then made a move that made Chen Guan's heart skip a beat.

He smiled.

That wasn't the usual lazy, slightly wicked laugh.

That smile, a mixture of cruelty and extreme excitement, came after months of trekking through snow and ice, finally spotting prey worthy of a fight.

He twisted his neck, and his cervical bones made a series of popping sounds.

"interesting."

The white tiger spoke softly, its tone revealing an undisguised fervor for an upcoming feast.

Chen Guan was stunned.

He had never seen a white tiger like this before.

"Plan as usual." Baihu turned his head and glanced at Chen Guan out of the corner of his eye. His eyes were frighteningly bright under the red light.

"The door is about to open, stay close."

hum.

The heavy alloy door, strong enough to withstand artillery shells, slid inwards.

The world behind the door instantly overwhelmed all of Chen Guan's senses.

The enormous circular hall was cold and empty, with countless server arrays at its center and numerous indicator lights flashing dimly.

Dozens of huge holographic screens replaced the walls on all sides, displaying real-time data streams from all levels of the demon realm. More than half of the screens were lit up in a glaring blood red, representing the highest level of alert.

This is the eye that the Human Council hangs over the Demon Realm.

But Chen Guan's gaze lingered on those devices for less than half a second.

His gaze, his breath, all his thoughts were fixed on the very center of the hall.

There were two people standing there.

The woman was dressed in a dark formal suit, her long black hair was styled into a bun at the back of her head, with one or two strands of silver hair mixed in.

She wore frameless gold-rimmed glasses, and behind the lenses, her eyes were as cold as an abyss. She calmly watched them from a distance of more than ten meters.

A very familiar face.

Su Jin.

Speaker of the Human Council.

This being, representing the highest power in the human world, stood right in front of him, alive and well.

However, this was not the most mind-numbing thing for Chen Guan.

Beside Speaker Su Jin stood another figure.