SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

A figure in a grey robe slowly emerged from the shadows, clapping his hands gently; the deep sound echoed between the stone walls.

"At first I didn't understand why Lord Qing King would send me along when he was sending the Left Protector."

He swept the charred remains on the ground. "Now it seems I was foolish."

"It's truly admirable that Zhen'e Ting, like a candle flickering in the wind, has managed to hold out until now under such a massive siege."

He paused, a hint of regret in his voice: "What a pity... the kingdom will not allow such a powerful force to exist in the world, even if you are truly doing it for the sake of world peace."

Lin Mu's lips curled into a cold smile, his voice filled with undisguised contempt: "A kingdom?"

"They're nothing but a bunch of cowardly rats hiding their heads and tails."

He clenched his right fist tightly, and crimson flames instantly blazed on his fist.

Just as he was about to make his move, "Boom—!"

A crimson wing suddenly pierced the air of the dark prison!

It moved as fast as a red lightning bolt, slicing past the gray-robed man's waist with a "whoosh," as if it were cutting not flesh and blood, but a piece of tofu.

The gray-robed man's pupils widened suddenly, his face still showing a dreamlike bewilderment at having replaced the Left Protector, but his body had already been split in two, and blood splattered on the stone wall like a fountain, staining half of the wall red.

"Da, da, da—"

The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the stone slabs could be heard.

A figure in a black robe slowly walked in through the gap in the stone gate. The hem of the black robe swayed gently with each step, revealing a section of fair ankle.

She took off her hood, and her long, black hair cascaded down, making her stunningly beautiful face appear exceptionally radiant in the firelight.

Looking at Lin Mu, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and her voice was somewhat lazy: "You've recovered quite well in just one month."

"Have you missed me during this time?"

"Red...Red King!"

Qinghe's voice trembled, and the crimson wing struck the depths of his soul like a heavy hammer.

Lin Mu raised his hand and waved his sleeve, his movements so fast that his afterimage was almost invisible.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Four crisp sounds rang out in quick succession, and the four black iron chains binding the blue crane snapped instantly.

Qinghe's body suddenly lost its support and fell forward.

Lin Mu steadily supported his shoulders, but the wounds wrapped in bandages on Qinghe's body still broke open, and several streams of blood gushed out from the gaps in the bandages, staining Lin Mu's black robe red.

Qinghe couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, the veins on his forehead bulging, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

"How are you?" Lin Mu asked with concern.

"I...I'm not dead yet." Qinghe's voice was weak, and his eyes were full of doubt.

A powerful fire-type expert appeared out of nowhere, the Red King suddenly showed up, and there was an ambiguous conversation between the two...

Everything before him left his mind in a state of chaos.

"Why...why did you save me?"

Lin Mu looked at Su Nianhe, who chuckled and said, "No need to say anything, I know what you want to ask."

"I have influence in Yucheng; I can help you save him."

Lin Mu nodded slightly: "Thank you."

He carefully placed the blue crane on the ground and said gently, "Wait for me a moment."

"Pfft—" Su Nianhe couldn't help but laugh out loud, "It's rare to hear you say 'thank you'."

"I'm temporarily entrusting Qinghe to your protection."

After Lin Mu finished speaking, his body transformed into a blur, instantly rushing out of the dark prison and heading straight for the north city wall.

As Su Nianhe watched his disappearing figure, the smile on her face gradually faded, and her expression became increasingly cold.

She walked up to Qinghe, who instinctively tried to shrink back, his eyes filled with wariness: "Why...why are you staying here?"

"Who was that person just now?"

He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood as soon as he finished speaking.

"Just wait patiently," Su Nianhe said in a cool voice.

"The more you say, the closer you get to death."

She paused, then muttered to herself, "It's quite lively up there. Someone who should be dead is actually here."

Should have died? Who was it?

A sudden sharp pain shot through Qinghe's brain, and everything went black before his eyes. He fainted completely.

Su Nianhe frowned slightly, half-squatting down to check his breathing: "Unconscious?"

"If you die, someone will be angry with me, won't they?" As she said this, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

On the north city wall, torrential rain continued to pour down, rivers of blood flowed down the cracks in the wall, and screams echoed endlessly.

"Lü Ping! You fucking can't sleep here! Wake up!"

Zhang Huai roared, still wildly swinging the giant scythe in his hand.

But his arm was already trembling, and every swing felt like it was going to dislocate.

Countless figures in gray robes continued to surge towards them.

"puff--"

Lu Ping spat out another mouthful of blood onto the ground, which was instantly washed away by the rain.

He gave a bitter laugh, his voice weak yet stubborn: "I told you... I had my fortune told... I won't die here."

"Damn! I really hope your dog's predictions are accurate!"

Zhang Huai shielded Lü Ping tightly behind him, his hands gripping the sickle handle so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"How the hell are there so many Awakened Ones? How are we supposed to fight our way out? And where is Chief Qinghe?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he used the last bit of strength to prepare to swing his sickle.

But suddenly a heavy hand pressed down on his shoulder!

A figure in black robes appeared beside him at some point, and a deep voice rang in his ear: "Leave it to me."

"Whoosh—!"

Lin Mu transformed into a blur and dashed away!

Almost simultaneously, several pillars of crimson fire shot into the sky from the rain!

The flames, though dampened by the rain, were not extinguished in the slightest!

Wherever the pillar of fire reached, gray-robed men fell in droves, their screams instantly echoing throughout the entire north city wall.

Zhang Huai stared at the black-robed figure's back, completely stunned...

Lu Ping, who was lying on the ground, also stared wide-eyed.

At this moment, several members of the Zhen'e Court, covered in blood, slowly walked over. One of them, his voice trembling with shock, exclaimed, "The gray-robed man in the back... he killed him all by himself!"

"Who is he? Is he on our side?"

Lu Ping coughed twice, a hint of smugness mixed with his bitter smile: "I told you... I had my fortune told."

Zhang Huai's lips twitched: "When we get back... I'll go to your house and kowtow three times to that dog!"

The center of the north city wall.

Feng Xi clutched the wound on her waist, blood seeping through her fingers.

She staggered to her feet, the long whip in her hand reduced to a small fragment, blood still dripping from the tip, but her eyes grew increasingly bloodthirsty.

"Gu Cang! Stop protecting me! If this stalemate continues, we'll both die!"

"Feng Xi! Don't be impulsive!"

Gu Cang roared and waved his right hand, and a wall of earth rose up with a "boom," blocking Elder Ge's attack.

The earthen wall was instantly smashed, creating a large crater.

"If this stalemate continues any longer...none of them will survive!"

"Where does your confidence come from?" Feng Xi asked in a clear voice, full of doubt about Gu Cang's mysterious confidence.

Just then, a hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder!

Feng Xi's pupils contracted sharply. Before she could react, she was gently pushed back behind Gu Cang.

She stared at the man in black robes before her, her heart pounding: friend or foe?