SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Ning Mo's pupils constricted slightly: Mid-stage Seventh Rank.

Almost simultaneously, the aura of another seventh-tier awakened being erupted from the side—a long sword, gleaming with cold light, pierced towards Ning Mo's back!

"Fog-locked!"

Ning Mo let out a low shout, and the gray mist around him instantly materialized into semi-transparent chains, tightly binding the long sword that was thrust at him.

He then retreated abruptly, creating distance between himself and the two.

Elder Ge wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, panting heavily, and said, "Left Protector, if you had arrived any later, I would have truly perished here!"

"What a piece of trash."

The Left Protector then focused his gaze on the gray mist surrounding Ning Mo, his voice icy: "A mist-type awakener, Elder Ge, kill that woman with your men first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Left Protector released the full pressure of the seventh-level mid-stage realm, and his longsword pierced through the rain curtain, heading straight for Ning Mo's throat.

The gray-robed man on the other side also brandished his sword and followed, the two attacking from the left and right.

Seeing this, Elder Ge picked up his scimitar again and, together with two other seventh-tier awakened individuals, charged towards Feng Xi.

Feng Xi's long whip had been slashed open, and blood was still seeping from the wound on her shoulder, dripping onto the ground along her arm.

She gritted her teeth, lashed her whip around a man's neck, and with a sudden burst of strength, flung him against the city wall, where he crashed into the bricks and shattered with a loud bang!

But the other two men's knives came at the same time, and she could only dodge to the side, but her side was slashed open with a deep wound that exposed the bone.

"Tsk...this is a bit tricky."

Feng Xi licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes shone with a frightening intensity.

"But...that's what makes it exciting!"

She suddenly swung the long whip into the air, and the end of the whip suddenly split into three thin whips, which lashed out at the throats, wrists, and knees of the three men like venomous snakes.

The battlefield behind them was even more brutal.

The battle between sixth-tier awakened beings wove a bloody web in the torrential rain, with blood flowing down the cracks in the city walls, forming a winding river of blood.

"Lü Ping, are you even capable of this?!"

Zhang Huai's scythe flashed with a cold light, instantly slicing the gray-robed man behind Lü Ping in half at the waist.

He appeared beside Lü Ping, laughing loudly: "This is even bloodier than I imagined!"

"Bang--!"

Lu Ping punched a man in black robes through the chest, panting as he withdrew his bloodied fist: "I calculated my own fate; I'll live."

"How could someone survive in this condition? You should ask your dog for a reading!"

Zhang Huai's scythe danced in the rain, each swing bringing forth a spray of blood.

"Shut your dog mouth!" Lu Ping's gaze swept over the gray-robed men surging from afar, his voice tightening.

"Another wave is coming... Who exactly is this force? How can they be so strong?"

At the foot of the east city wall.

The door of an SUV slammed open.

A square-faced, burly figure swung his right arm, walked to the city wall, squinted at the direction from which the sounds of battle were coming, and a smile played on his lips.

"Has it already started?"

He took a deep breath, and the wind from his right fist surged suddenly, causing his aura to instantly rise to the middle of the seventh level.

The next second, the fist slammed into the city wall with a sharp, piercing sound!

"boom--!!"

The deafening sound of bricks shattering shook the earth!

The east city wall was blasted open with a single punch, creating a huge gap several meters wide, with rocks flying everywhere.

Zhao Shanhe slowly emerged from the smoke and dust, his right fist still covered in gravel powder.

The gray-robed men on guard nearby immediately surrounded them, their expressions filled with terror.

Someone who can blast open a city wall with a single punch is definitely not someone they can handle!

Zhao Shanhe glanced at the man in gray robes, his voice full of disdain: "Is this the north city wall?"

"I don't have time to waste on you small fry—double the power!"

The moment he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a blur and rushed into the crowd, slamming his right fist into the ground.

"Boom!" The ground was instantly smashed into a crater half a meter deep, and the shockwave sent the gray-robed men flying several meters away. They landed coughing up blood and lost their ability to resist.

The people fighting on the north city wall also heard the loud noise.

The Left Protector frowned deeply: "What's going on?"

In the instant he was distracted, Ning Mo's Wuji Staff, carrying a gray mist, slashed towards his face!

The Left Protector quickly drew his sword to block, then sneered, "I didn't expect you had a backup plan... Unfortunately, it's far from enough!"

"Seven against three, you still couldn't turn the tide!"

"Seven?" Ning Mo's heart tightened suddenly: Could there be two more seventh-level awakened individuals hiding in the shadows?

The gray mist around him surged again, and the wind from his staff became even more ferocious.

Zhao Shanhe was rushing towards the north city wall, his footsteps splashing through the rain.

Suddenly, a flash of cold light pierced the rain!

Zhao Shanhe stopped abruptly and squinted at the front of him.

A man in black robes slowly walked over, gripping a giant sword. The sword left grating marks on the ground, and he exuded the aura of a seventh-tier early-stage cultivator.

"Seventh-tier initial stage?" Zhao Shanhe's voice was full of mockery as his aura once again converged into his right fist: "Power, three times!"

The man in black robes instantly swung his greatsword and charged forward, the blade whistling as it pierced the air, aiming straight for Zhao Shanhe's chest!

"Bang--!"

The moment the fist collided with the greatsword, the greatsword was blasted into pieces!

The black-robed man's pupils contracted sharply. Before he could react, Zhao Shanhe's voice rang out: "You have commendable courage to face me head-on."

"Power, five times!"

The fist, carrying overwhelming force, slammed towards the black-robed man's forehead!

"Bang!" Blood splattered in the downpour, and the man in black robes fell straight to the ground, lifeless.

Zhao Shanhe shook his blood-stained right hand and continued speeding towards the north city wall.

Beneath the western wall of the prison, the roar of a Maybach's engine suddenly tore through the rain!

The car drifted through the water and came to rest across the city wall.

Two figures in black robes quickly pushed open the car door and jumped out, their clothes soaked by the rain.

"Am I still too late?"

Lin Mu said in a deep voice, "The sound is coming from the north... Go and support Ning Mo and the others. I'll find Qing He."

Gu Cang's tone carried a hint of worry: "Are you sure you can manage?"

"Even at 70% strength, I could easily beat you up."

As soon as Lin Mu finished speaking, his figure transformed into a blur and leaped onto the city wall.

His brow furrowed, and the old layout of the Black Iron Prison flashed through his mind: "In the southeast corner, there's a hidden cell!"

"The recovery was really fast."

Gu Cang chuckled, then his eyes turned cold. He leaped onto the city wall and sped towards the north of the prison, his figure appearing and disappearing in the rain.

On the west city wall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dozens of figures in gray robes exploded into blood flowers in the rain, their eyes still filled with disbelief before they died.

A figure in a black robe and silver high heels walked to the center of the corpse. Rain dripped from her hair, and her voice was cold and clear.

"Such a large number of high-level Awakened... Has the force hidden behind the scenes resurfaced?"

At this moment, a seventh-rank gray-robed man who had collapsed to the ground coughed up a mouthful of blood, the bloodstains on his body undiminished by the torrential rain.

He forced himself to kneel on the ground, his voice filled with extreme terror:

"Red...King! How could you possibly still be alive?"