SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Feng Xi followed closely behind, with the twelve top-tier Zhen'e Ting members behind her advancing with heavy steps.

Fourteen figures moved continuously through the piles of weeds in the torrential rain.

The mud and cold rain did not slow them down in the slightest, and each of them had a determined look in their eyes.

Until they were less than 100 meters from the north gate of the prison.

Ning Mo, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped in a thicket of weeds.

The people behind him also stopped in their tracks almost simultaneously.

Everyone held their breath, quietly awaiting Chief Ning Mo's final order.

As Ning Mo raised his hand, fourteen figures immediately dispersed in a fan shape, weaving through the weeds, their footsteps completely masked by the sound of rain.

When Ning Mo was about 100 meters away from the north city wall, a thick gray mist suddenly surged around him, flowing towards the city wall like a living thing, turning even the raindrops in its path into a dark gray.

The fog quickly enveloped half of the city wall, and fourteen figures quickened their pace in the fog.

On the east side of the north city wall, a fifth-tier awakened being wiped the rain from his face, staring at the fogged area with a puzzled look:

"Why did this fog suddenly appear? It's so weird for fog to come during a downpour..."

"Shut up if you're ignorant!" The gray-robed man next to him sneered.

"Isn't fog normal after a heavy rain? You're just scaring yourself."

"Don't let your guard down!" A sixth-tier awakened being stepped out of the shadows, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Visibility is poor in the fog. Be careful of a sudden attack from Zhen'erting. Keep a close eye on any movement in the fog!"

"Is it really necessary to be this cautious?" someone muttered. "With our current strength, would Zhen'erting dare to come and die?"

"Elder Ge said that all of their high-ranking members have been mobilized!" The sixth-level Awakened One's eyes sharpened.

"Issuing any unusual activity will trigger an alarm immediately!"

"But this fog is too thick..." The fifth-tier awakened one who spoke first suddenly fell silent as if his throat had been choked.

His throat had been pierced by a sharp spike formed from condensed gray mist. His body slumped to the ground, and blood flowed down the brick wall, only to be instantly washed away by the rain.

"Hey, why did you stop halfway through your sentence?" The gray-robed man chuckled and patted his shoulder, but his hand froze before it even touched his clothes.

Suddenly, a sharp staff emerged from the fog and pierced through his chest with a "bang"!

The gushing blood splattered onto the mist, instantly swallowed by the gray fog, before it could even utter a scream.

"Enemy attack!"

The sixth-tier Awakener drew his sword abruptly, and just as his finger touched the alarm button, a long silver whip suddenly shot out from the mist, coiling around his neck like a venomous snake.

With a "whoosh," his head rolled off the city wall, his eyes still wide open in terror.

Members of the Zhen'e Ting emerged one after another from the gray fog, their weapons still dripping with blood.

Muffled thuds rang out one after another, and the ground of the city wall was quickly stained red with blood. Rain washed over the corpses, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of mud wafted into the air.

Feng Xi's figure drifted through the mist to Ning Mo's side, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she said, "The prison is too large. Should we split up and advance?"

"Take them down one by one." Ning Mo's voice was low, and gray mist swirled around him.

"The heavy rain and fog are our cover; the advantage lies with us."

In the central area of ​​the north city wall, a middle-aged man with a deep voice walked up to Elder Ge and whispered, "Elder, the patrolmen haven't returned yet."

Elder Ge frowned, about to speak, when another powerful figure beside him suddenly pointed to the east:

"Why is the fog over there so thick?"

"Fog?" Elder Ge's heart sank, and he looked in the direction the man was pointing.

The fog had completely enveloped the eastern side of the north city wall!

He pressed the alarm button in his hand almost instantly.

The low beeping sound immediately echoed throughout the city wall!

"It's Ningmo's gray fog domain!"

Elder Ge's expression was sinister, and a black mask "whoosh" covered his face as he roared.

"Everyone, surround and attack the east side!"

"Yes!" His men behind him responded in unison. As soon as the alarm sounded, screams of agony came from the east side.

The Zhen'e Ting members have begun clearing the guards from the city walls.

"We were discovered after all."

Ning Mo spoke in a deep voice, rapidly wielding the Wuji Staff in his hand, as gray mist surged towards him like a tide.

"You should have just let loose and killed them all!" Feng Xi flicked the long whip in her hand, red blood droplets splattered on her face, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"You're so timid and hesitant, it really makes me uncomfortable!"

The top of the building in the very center of the prison.

A man in a grey robe bowed respectfully, rain streaming down his hood: "Left Protector! It's towards the north city wall!"

"Ah...it's finally here."

The Left Protector's voice held a mocking tone: "Pass on my order: all awakened beings of rank six and above, assemble immediately at the north city wall!"

"The drama of Zhen'e's downfall has begun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura of a seventh-level mid-stage cultivator erupted from his body. With a light tap of his toes, he leaped towards the north city wall like an arrow.

Each rise and fall leaves a faint ripple of air between the buildings.

On the battlefield beneath the north city wall, Ning Mo stared at the black-masked man opposite him.

A surge of gray mist erupted around him as he swung his staff violently at his opponent, the staff whistling through the air: "Black Scimitar... so it was you!"

"Elder Ge! Die!"

Each swing of the Wuji Staff forced Elder Ge to retreat repeatedly.

Sparks flew as the curved blade collided with the staff, and Elder Ge's arm went numb from the impact, leaving him only able to barely parry.

Ning Mo completely overpowered Elder Ge, the tip of his staff grazing the man's mask and nearly slicing his throat.

Just then, two auras of the initial seventh-level realm suddenly burst out from his side.

Two gray-robed men, wielding blood-stained longswords, lunged at Ning Mo's back!

"Whoosh—" The blood-red whip suddenly lashed out, striking the backs of the two men's swords with a "crack," forcefully deflecting the attack!

Feng Xi flicked the blood off the whip, a bloodthirsty smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he licked the blood from the corner of his lips.

"The slaughter has only just begun."

The two awakened individuals at the initial seventh level immediately turned to Feng Xi, slashing at her throat with their long swords from the left and right.

Feng Xi tiptoed backward, her long whip coiling around one of the men's knives like a living snake, while her other hand grabbed the end of the whip and yanked it sharply.

But the other man's knife had already slashed her left arm, and blood instantly stained her sleeve.

She engaged in a fierce battle with the two men, her long whip leaving a red afterimage in the rain.

However, the wound on her left arm slowed her movements by a fraction of a second, putting her at a slight disadvantage.

"Heh, Elder Ge."

"You will be the first elder to die by my Ningmo cudgel, but you will definitely not be the last!"

The moment the words left his mouth, gray mist enveloped Elder Ge like a tidal wave, and the Wuji Staff, with a sharp sound of wind being cut, suddenly slashed towards his face.

"Clang!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing tore through the rain!

The moment Elder Ge roared "Left Protector!", a long sword was already positioned in front of the Wuji Staff.

A figure in a gray robe stood firmly in front of Elder Ge.