SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

In just a few minutes, nearly half of their men had fallen.

He grabbed Xiong Hei and steadied him, his voice hoarse from roaring, "Hold on! I'll hold him off!"

"Chou...Hu...the difference in strength is too great..."

Xiong Hei struggled to lift his head, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You step back... I'll do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the energy within his body suddenly surged wildly.

The once-dull tail fins lit up again, this time with a burning intensity of life.

"Damn! Black Bear!"

"Stop right there! What are you doing?!"

Qiu Hu roared and tried to hold him down, but was blasted away by the shockwave that erupted from Xiong Hei's body.

Xiong Hei smiled with relief, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Brother, I'm at my last gasp..."

"But some of us will have to sacrifice."

"I hope... that person is me."

"Chou Hu, you must survive..."

"Sacrificing one's own power at most raises one's cultivation level by one small realm."

The monk's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. "To this humble monk, you are still nothing but ants."

His figure suddenly transformed into a golden ray of light, piercing through the rain, and his palm, wrapped in a pale golden light, went straight for Xiong Heimian's face!

"boom--"

The gray fog suddenly exploded from the ground!

Ning Mo wielded the Wuji Staff and charged out of the mist, the staff whistling as it struck the monk in the back!

"Um?"

The monk frowned, suddenly turned around, and his palm shone with golden light as he forcefully took the blow.

"Bang--!"

Ning Mo was instantly blasted several meters away. He steadied himself in mid-air, his hands numb from the impact, his heart filled with turmoil.

This monk's strength is terrifying!

It seems only the Chief Justice's personal presence can turn the tide...

Qiu Hu and Xiong Hei stared at this sudden scene with surprise in their eyes: Zhen E Ting Ning Mo!

Why did he come? And why did he help us?

"Old rival, you're really in a sorry state."

A voice suddenly rang out behind me.

Qinghe stood in the rain, leaning against his blood-stained longsword, the blood dripping from the blade as the rain washed it down.

He raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with self-deprecation: "But we'll soon be in just as bad shape as you guys."

"The fighting power behind this kingdom is truly terrifying."

"Blue Crane!? What does Zhen'e Ting mean by this?"

Xiong Hei looked at the Zhen'e Ting army that was charging towards them from not far away, his eyes filled with even more confusion.

"Who knows? We're just following orders."

Qinghe responded calmly, but his gaze remained fixed on the monk, his fingers secretly tightening around the sword hilt.

Xiong Hei was even more confused: "Ordered?"

"What orders do you have to risk the lives of the entire Town Hall to help us?"

"you guess."

As soon as Qinghe finished speaking, his figure suddenly turned into a blur, his long sword slicing through the rain, the tip of the sword gleaming coldly as it pierced straight for the monk's throat!

At the same time, the curtain of rain above the monk's head was suddenly torn apart—

Feng Xi's long whip suddenly split into three pieces in mid-air, lashing towards the monk's head like three venomous snakes, the whip tips accompanied by a piercing sound as they cut through the air!

Ningmo's gray fog domain erupted once again!

He flashed forward, and the Wuji Staff, carrying a strong wind, slammed down on the monk again!

At that moment, Qiu Hu suddenly came to his senses and grabbed Xiong Hei's shoulder: "Brother, you don't have to rush to die."

He paused, then added, "If you really can't hold on any longer, then it's not too late for you to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pale yellow tail fins behind him suddenly unfolded, and his figure rushed towards the monk like an arrow released from a bow!

Xiong Hei's lips twitched; something about Qiu Hu's words just didn't sound right...

The monk, surrounded and attacked by four people, smiled calmly. His robes fluttered without wind, and pale golden Buddhist light flowed around him: "Three more seventh-level ants, huh?"

"Oh……"

"Unless you reach a higher level, you cannot imagine how vast the gap is between your strength and that of this humble monk."

The moment he finished speaking, the pale golden light around him became even more dazzling, and the golden light condensed into a protective aura as if it were a tangible substance.

Just as the four men were about to approach, his aura suddenly surged—

"boom--!"

The monk unleashed both palms simultaneously, golden light bursting forth from them, the palm wind like raging waves crashing against the shore, sending all four flying and spitting out blood!

The monk remained standing calmly in place, the hem of his robe swaying gently, and an oppressive aura enveloped the four of them like a mountain.

Ning Mo suddenly ripped off his cloak, unleashing his aura as a mid-stage seventh-level cultivator to its fullest extent, his body surging with energy.

He gripped the Wuji Staff tightly, his eyes resolute: "Only through life-or-death battles can one break through one's limits."

"Tonight, I, Ning Mo, will truly experience the difference in skill between us!"

The monk clasped his hands together, shook his head and chuckled softly, a hint of compassion in his eyes:

"To be weak and unaware of it is a fatal folly."

……

Outside the battlefield.

A woman dressed in black and wearing a blood-red mask slowly stepped into the battlefield.

She held the knife in one hand, the blade gleaming with a cold, sharp light, and the aura of a high-level seventh-tier cultivator surrounded her.

Wherever they went, blood bloomed.

She makes no distinction between friend and foe.

With a flash of light, both the mutants and the kingdom's people fell to the ground, blood splattering on her mask, making her look even more ferocious.

With a light leap, she bounded onto the rooftop of a five-story building.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, a place filled with the deafening shouts of battle and stained with blood.

Beneath the mask, his brow furrowed slightly, and the doubt in his eyes deepened as he murmured, "This is really a mess."

"But why would the forces of Zhen'e Ting be here?"

"When has the Zhen'e Court ever been associated with calamity?"

"Has that White Reaper gone mad? How could he issue such a stupid order?"

"Is he risking the lives of the entire Zhen'erting district to go mad with him?"

She chuckled softly, her voice full of disdain for the white Grim Reaper: "I thought you would be the light that changes the world in the future."

"But now it seems that I misjudged him."

"You and the kingdom are evenly matched. If I ever see you again, I'll kill you with my own hands!"

As soon as she finished speaking, an endless, violent aura suddenly erupted from her body, and her black outfit fluttered wildly in the air.

The figure blurred into a black afterimage in the rain.

They charged swiftly toward the center, leaving a trail of blood mist in their wake.

……

At this moment, at the entrance to the Sixth Special District.

A black sedan slowly pulled up to a stop on the side of the road in the pouring rain.

After the engine was turned off, the driver's side door was gently pushed open.

A middle-aged man opened a black umbrella and slowly stepped out of the car.

The raindrops hit the umbrella, making a "pitter-patter" sound.

He held up his umbrella and walked to a place where he could take shelter from the rain.

He wore an eye-catching floral vest, baggy shorts, and flip-flops, which seemed completely out of place in the somber atmosphere around him.

A cigarette is lit the instant it enters the mouth.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, and amidst the swirling smoke, murmured to himself, "What a heavy rain."

"That's fitting for the occasion, otherwise... the sight of rivers of blood would terrify many people the next day..."

"That's not right either. Nearly a third of the buildings in the entire Sixth District are already in ruins, so this rain won't make a difference."

He took another deep drag on his cigarette, the embers flickering in the rainy night, his eyes growing thoughtful: "I wonder how long I'll have to wait for my wife."

"How about... we take care of them all while we're at it?"