SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Lin Mu clenched his fists, his eyes gradually turning icy blue, his killing intent surging: "Be at the forefront, fly over there."

"Understand!"

Iron Shovel's eyes narrowed, and he patted the steering wheel. "This car can only make it this far."

at the same time.

On the nearby high-rise buildings, two figures flashed in and out of the night, and wherever they passed, the buildings collapsed!

"boom--"

Zuo Yan swung his longsword, the sword light tearing through the rain curtain and smashing the collapsed concrete blocks in front of him.

Amidst the flying debris, he fled with all his might, cursing inwardly: Damn it!

That bastard Youzheng, is he probably just pretending to be dead after being knocked unconscious by a single blow?

How could I possibly take on the Black King at his peak all by myself?!

"Whoosh—"

Black wings, burning with dark flames, suddenly cleaved through the rain like the Grim Reaper's scythe, slashing towards his back!

Zuo Yan's pupils contracted sharply, and he held his longsword horizontally in front of him!

With a crisp "clang,"

He was blasted away by the force, his blood splattering in the rain, his body smashing through half a wall.

He clutched his chest, inwardly screaming: Damn it!

Is the final battle a joke?

Neither the Black King nor the Red King died, and I even suspect that the White King might not have been exposed either!

Behind him, An Shuyao's two black wings unleashed towering black flames, pressing closer step by step.

She glanced at the black sedan speeding down the main road, a thoughtful look flashing in her beautiful eyes: "They dare to come in at this hour..."

"Could it be Bai Jue and that dead man?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips: "You arrived just in time. Any later and the casualties would have doubled."

Her eyes still burned with black flames as she locked her gaze back onto Zuo Yan: "We can't waste any more time on him. If we can't finish this quickly, we'll have to return to the central battlefield first."

As soon as she finished speaking, she moved like a black meteor, tearing through the rain and rushing straight at Zuo Yan!

……

The battlefield is located in the south.

It is the battlefield furthest from the central area.

This is the only battlefield where the forces of Calamity and the Town God have the upper hand.

The kingdom's main forces were concentrated in the center and the east, west, and north, but the battlefield was still fierce.

Because the kingdom's army outnumbered them several times over, their relentless offensive was overwhelming.

"Die!"

"boom--"

A heavy fist clad in black gauntlets suddenly smashed through the chest of a seventh-tier awakened warrior from the Kingdom!

As blood gushed out, the opponent completely lost his life.

Lu Ping was panting heavily, his body covered in dense sword wounds that oozed blood, leaving winding red streaks washed away by the torrential rain.

He gazed at the endless stream of the kingdom's army, his fingertips turning white from clenching his fists, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside him: "This is just the outermost battlefield."

"I really wonder what kind of people Chief Ning Mo and his team will be facing."

"Whoosh—"

The sharp whistling sound of a giant scythe being swung exploded behind us!

Zhang Huai gripped the sickle handle tightly with both hands, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently: "Brother!"

"Stay calm! Trust our dog's abilities! His calculations are absolutely accurate! We won't die!"

Lu Ping's tone was firm, but a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

He knew the fatal impact of the numerical disparity, but he had to hold on.

"Haha, I have to believe it, let's keep going!"

Zhang Huai grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth, and his eyes suddenly became resolute.

His figure blurred into a streak, and the giant scythe sliced ​​through the rain.

Each swing of the sword brought forth several streaks of blood, and the mournful screams echoed in the rain and mist!

Lu Ping took a deep breath, suppressing his exhaustion. His black gauntlets gleamed coldly as he charged toward the surging army of the kingdom on the other side!

On a high-rise building.

A figure enveloped in swirling dark purple poisonous mist suddenly appeared on the rooftop.

Zhan Qing held his halberd, his pupils as cold as ice. He swept his gaze across the battlefield below, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "What a bunch of trash."

"One seventh-level initial stage cultivator, four or five sixth-level advanced stage cultivators, plus some S-level transformation calamities, caused heavy losses to the kingdom's army."

"boom--"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped straight down towards Zhang Huai, who was wielding a scythe. His aura as a seventh-level high-level cultivator suddenly erupted, sweeping around like Mount Tai pressing down.

The halberd in his hand, imbued with boundless power, tore through the rain and pierced straight at Zhang Hui's face with a sharp whistling sound!

"What!?"

Zhang Huai's pupils constricted suddenly, and his heart stopped beating abruptly—

A terrifying pressure bound his limbs like invisible shackles, and the gleaming halberd was almost within reach!

"Whoosh—!"

Fresh blood exploded before Zhang Huai's eyes in an instant!

An S-class calamity suddenly rushed forward, using its massive body to block him.

The halberd pierced through the chest of the calamity, drawing a string of blood beads, yet its momentum remained undiminished, piercing through Zhang Huai's chest.

Zhang Huai suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his vision blurring.

He stared at the colossal calamity before him, weakly murmuring, "Why...why..."

A sinister yet grateful smile crept across the giant calamity's lips as it mustered its last strength to speak: "Thank you... for your assistance..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body crashed to the ground, lifeless.

"Zhang Huai!"

Lu Ping's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot.

His figure blurred through the rain, and he instantly rushed to Zhang Huai's side, holding his swaying body tightly with both hands.

"Are we going to have to put on this fake show again? It's disgusting."

A deep, resonant voice rang out from not far away, and the poisonous mist surrounding him swept outwards like a tidal wave!

The nearby Calamities and Awakened Ones of the Calamities and Calamities instantly let out a piercing scream, their skin began to fester, and they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

"Cough, cough—"

Zhang Huai coughed up two more streams of blood, and the wound on his chest felt like it was being torn apart.

He watched the Green King closing in through the rain, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside him—

The difference in strength was too great; there was no room for resistance.

His voice trembled as he gripped Lü Ping's arm tightly: "Brother... let's go!"

"Go to hell!"

Lu Ping suddenly scooped Zhang Huai up in his arms, his voice rough, "The people of Zhen'e Court always die standing!"

He carried Zhang Huai as they sped through the rain, mud and blood splattering onto their trousers, until they placed her in a dead-end corner behind a broken wall before abruptly turning around.

Rain dripped down his chin, his eyes had turned bloodshot, and his pupils burned with overwhelming killing intent!

He wasn't unaware of the disparity, but behind him were his brothers who had fought bloody battles, and in front of him were demons who trampled on justice. If he took a step back, he would be pushing everyone into the abyss.

As the leader of this battlefield, he must stand at the forefront!

Lu Ping was never a coward who was afraid of death!

Zhan Qing watched as Lü Ping walked step by step out of the rain, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before a disdainful smile appeared on his face: "Oh? You still want to come and die even after knowing my strength?"

"This is what you call justice? This justice is utterly laughable."

He didn't even bother to look at him, as if Lü Ping in front of him was just a moth drawn to a flame.

"boom--!"

The shockwave around Lü Ping suddenly exploded, sending raindrops flying in all directions.

He clenched his fists, every muscle roaring as it gathered power: "Those who dwell in darkness have no right to speak of justice."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure shot towards the Green King like an arrow released from a bow, his fist making a sharp sound as it cut through the wind!

Even if it means being shattered to pieces, I will leave a mark on the other person!