SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"Ha... I'm all alone, what do I have to do with my funeral arrangements?"

Feng Xi scoffed, turned around, and walked straight out of the room.

Ning Mo watched her retreating figure and slowly tightened his grip on the sacred artifact, the Limitless Staff: Old friend, this trip is probably going to be a one-way battle.

The two walked side by side to the elevator, leaving only the sound of their silent footsteps in the corridor.

"Ding—" The elevator arrival notification broke the silence, and the doors slowly slid open to both sides.

The next second, Feng Xi and Ning Mo were both stunned. The elevator was already full of figures dressed in Zhen'e Ting uniforms.

"What a coincidence, Chief Ning Mo and Chief Feng Xi." Lu Ping had a slight smile on his face, but his tone concealed a hint of determination.

The other eleven people in the elevator were all special-class Zhen'e Envoys of Zhen'e.

A chilling aura simultaneously appeared on their faces, and their eyes held a resolute determination to burn their bridges.

"You guys..." Ning Mo raised an eyebrow.

"If you do not return, the Zhen'e Court will be littered with corpses the next day."

"This is a battle for the survival of Zhen'e Court." Xie Tu's voice was sinister yet resolute.

"We have already given the order. From now on, all members of Zhen'eting below the Special Grade are to be dismissed from Zhen'eting."

"If we don't come back, they will change their identities, become ordinary people, and live out the rest of their lives in peace."

"This dark world is no longer worth their fighting."

Ning Mo and Feng Xi were instantly moved, and the air seemed to freeze in silence.

After a long silence, Ning Mo said in a deep voice, "Zhen'e Court, move out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a smile appeared on everyone's lips, a smile of resolute acceptance of death.

……

Inside the deepest part of the laboratory in Zone C of the R&D base.

The young man in the white lab coat rushed into the control room and stopped in front of the tall woman, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"Director Lin, the experiment has passed the final test!"

Lin Yan smiled slightly, her tone tinged with satisfaction: "After summarizing all the data, everyone can have a good rest tomorrow."

"Yes!" the young man replied and left.

Soon after, steady footsteps came from behind, and an old voice rang out with a laugh: "Haha, our Yan Yan is really amazing, she can lead the entire experiment."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Lin Yan immediately turned around with a smile: "Grandpa Zhu, you flatter me!"

"Compared to you, I'm still a long way off."

"Don't flatter me," Dean Zhu said modestly, but his smile grew even brighter.

"There's no flattery involved, Yan Yan is just telling the truth." Lin Yan walked up to him, a sweet smile on her lips.

"Okay, I love hearing Yan Yan tell the truth."

Dean Zhu changed the subject, his tone becoming serious: "Yan Yan, we have decided to send you to Saint Capital Academy to teach the students professional theoretical and experimental knowledge for three months."

"When you come back, you can drop the 'deputy' title and become the youngest R&D director in China!"

Lin Yan's eyes lit up, and her voice trembled with excitement: "Great! Just in the capital city? Aren't we going to the major cities under our jurisdiction?"

"Of course not, it's too chaotic outside. We feel safer in the capital city," Dean Zhu said indulgently.

"Hehe, I know! I'll try even harder!"

Lin Yan nodded seriously and even gave herself a thumbs-up, which made Dean Zhu burst into laughter again.

……

In the southwest area of ​​Yucheng, an abandoned prison covering an area of ​​1,000 square meters stands quietly.

The underground cell on the southeast corner of the prison building was filled with a pungent, fishy stench.

In the deepest, darkest cell, only a few candles flickered in the cold air.

On the dark wall, a figure covered in bandages was tightly bound by four black iron chains. Blood seeped from the gaps in the bandages, and a dirty rag was stuffed in its mouth.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The sound of steady footsteps approached from afar, and a man in a gray robe slowly walked over.

The two guards immediately bowed their heads: "Left Protector!"

The gray-robed man nodded in acknowledgment, walked up to the locked figure, and said with disdain, "That's unexpected."

"With just a note, without even using a video, the entire leadership of Zhen'erting mobilized."

"How touching, Qinghe." He said the last two words with a chilling coldness.

With his last remaining strength, Qinghe shook the chains, wanting to roar but his voice was muffled by a rag. He could only let his eyes burn with silent rage.

"You're no longer of any use to me, but I won't let you die a quick death."

"After all, you injured my men. I'll make you watch the corpses of everyone in Zhen'eting laid out before you, and then send you all down to the underworld to reunite."

After the gray-robed man finished speaking, he turned around, and Qinghe's eyes instantly erupted with anger. He hated his own incompetence and hated himself for dragging Zhen'e Ting down.

"Sir, which side will we be guarding next?" one of them asked respectfully.

"Stay here. If anything unexpected happens, kill him on the spot." The gray-robed man left these words behind and walked away with steady steps.

As the sound of the hidden door closing faded, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"We're at least sixth-tier strength, and we're just doing guard work?" One of them looked in Qinghe's direction, his voice tinged with self-mockery.

"Are you stupid? It's perfectly safe here!"

"What we're about to face is a clash with seventh-tier awakened beings. Sixth-tier beings are just cannon fodder if they go out." The other person said seriously, his tone full of relief.

"That's true... but our seventh-tier fighters completely overwhelm those two chief fighters from Zhen'e Court, right?"

"Elder Ge sent three, the Kingdom sent three, plus the Left Protector, making a total of six early-stage seventh-rank cultivators and one mid-stage seventh-rank cultivator!"

"Is Qingwang being too cautious with this lineup?"

Before he could finish speaking, his companions covered his mouth and dragged him out of the dark cell.

After glancing around to make sure no one was watching, the other person breathed a sigh of relief: "Bro, you've got me screwed over sooner or later!"

"Are you crazy? How dare you talk about the Green King behind his back? How many lives do we have to die?"

The man immediately realized his mistake: "It was my oversight. There will never be a next time."

In the ensuing conversation, the two no longer avoided mentioning Qinghe; in their eyes, he was just a man waiting to die.

But Qinghe's pupils suddenly contracted: Seven seventh-tier awakened beings!

What kind of organization is this "Kingdom"? And who is the Blue King?

What lies behind the central authority?

Ning Mo, Feng Xi...

On the north wall of Black Iron Prison, the night wind carried a chill.

"Are you sure that Zhen'eting's peak combat power only has two chiefs left?" The gray-robed man appeared silently behind the black-clad old man.

Elder Ge slowly turned around: "Left Protector, rest assured, I can guarantee that."

"Three chiefs in total, and you still need us to take action? What a waste." The Left Protector sneered coldly.

Elder Ge's face was even more gloomy in the night, but he still said politely, "Ning Mo is not only a mid-stage seventh-order cultivator, but also a mist-type awakener."

"We dare not act rashly without absolute certainty."

"Ha, a bunch of cowards who cling to life." As soon as he finished speaking, the Left Protector's figure disappeared into the night.

Elder Ge stared in the direction where he had disappeared, his eyes filled with malice.