SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"What the hell! You still have time to chat at a time like this?!" Gu Cang grabbed Ning Mo's arm and rushed towards the exit.

Looking at the chaos behind him, Zhao Shanhe said with a tremor in his heart, "It's really fortunate... If it weren't for you all today, my forces would probably have been wiped out overnight."

As Ning Mo moved through the air, the image of the black-robed figure with pale green tail wings kept flashing through his mind.

He had confirmed the other party's identity: he was one of the two strongest men under the Red King.

"boom--!"

On the other side of the battlefield, flames still raged, and Lin Mu's figure moved like a ghost between the monks and Xiao Li, crimson flames surging around him as if they were alive.

"What a sin!" the monk uttered in a low voice, his palm gathering a pale golden light as he thrust his palm straight at Lin Mu's face.

"Is it my fault?!" Lin Mu's eyes blazed with fury as his right fist, wreathed in raging flames, met the monk's palm!

"boom--!"

The shockwave swept outwards like a blast, and the ground was cracked in a spiderweb pattern by the aftershocks.

Both sides took three steps back. Lin Mu shook his numb wrist, raised an eyebrow and thought to himself: This bald monk does have some skill!

As expected, fire magic isn't as convenient as ice magic. If I used weapons and ice abilities, I'd really like to give these three a good thrashing...

But why is that inexplicable feeling of unease still there? These three people in front of me clearly don't pose a fatal threat.

The monk was equally shocked: This fire-elemental awakener actually dared to take his Buddha Light Palm head-on, and its power was even on par with his own?!

Xiao Li's aura surged instantly, and the black scimitar in his hand transformed into a jet-black longbow with a "whoosh"!

He suddenly drew the bowstring taut, and five black arrows, radiating deathly aura, shot out with a "whoosh," heading straight for Lin Mu's vital points!

At the same time, several twisted black lightning bolts struck from a distance, precisely targeting Lin Mu's figure.

Lin Mu smiled faintly: They should have almost all left; there's no need to continue this charade.

"boom--!"

Dozens of crimson fireballs suddenly condensed in his palm and bombarded them like a meteor shower.

The ruins were instantly engulfed by a raging inferno, the scorching heat causing the bricks and stones to crackle and pop.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Mu's figure transformed into a crimson afterimage, rapidly darting towards the exit of the restricted area.

And in the darkness not far from the exit.

A man in a black cloak stood silently on a pile of corpses, with cold severed limbs and broken swords at his feet.

He casually picked up a blood-stained longsword, his deep eyes sweeping over the distant sea of ​​fire, his voice booming: "Fire element... Heh..."

"Like ice-type abilities, they are annoying."

"There are no more than three people in this world whom I can personally intervene in secret. You have every reason to be proud."

Lin Mu gazed at the exit of the restricted area, which was just inches away, and breathed a sigh of relief. He wondered to himself: Why have I never heard of these four people who appeared today?

But it was worth the trip; there was so much information tonight…

One after another, black arrows shot accurately towards his back from behind.

As Lin Mu dodged to the side, crimson flames surged in his palm, shattering all the arrows.

He knew that if these arrows were not completely destroyed, they would continue to pursue him as if they had a mind of their own.

Just as he blasted away the last arrow, a strong sense of palpitation suddenly pierced his heart!

The next second, an overwhelming sense of oppression crashed down like Mount Tai!

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, Lin Mu's movements froze instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply in fear: there was actually a hidden power!

Sure enough, that feeling of palpitation was not an illusion!

A long sword, imbued with a chilling killing intent, pierced the air and pointed directly at his chest!

"Whoosh—!"

The longsword slashed across his shoulder in an instant, and a stream of blood splattered like a red thread in the night—but this blood was not Lin Mu's.

Lin Mu was suddenly tackled to the ground by a figure in black robes, his back slamming heavily onto the cold ground.

Su Nianhe groaned, and blood trickled down her black robe from her shoulder.

Her voice, tinged with a hint of reproach, clearly reached Lin Mu's ears:

"Lin Mu, you're such a worry."

Lin Mu's eyes widened in surprise, his voice filled with disbelief: "How come you're here...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Su Nianhe raised her hand and gently touched his lips with her index finger, interrupting him.

"Leave first, I'm injured. You have to take responsibility for me. I'll wait for you at home."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two figures transformed into afterimages and sped towards the exit of the restricted area.

Behind them, dozens of crimson fireballs exploded indiscriminately, completely engulfing the ruins of the restricted area in a sea of ​​fire.

The man in the black cloak frowned. "The crimson lotus that suddenly appeared beneath my feet... why does it feel so familiar?"

"This ability doesn't seem like something an Awakened One could possess."

He muttered to himself, a hint of barely perceptible confusion in his voice.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw three figures, each carrying a powerful aura, rushing toward the exit of the restricted area.

The man's lips curled into a cold sneer: "The former Four Kings have truly been ruined by time."

"But today is a good day. Have those remnants hiding in the shadows finally revealed their hand and started testing us?"

After saying that, his figure disappeared silently into the darkness.

Following the man in the cloak, Xiao Li, the monk, and the old man had arrived at the exit of the restricted area.

They stared at the inferno that was engulfing everything in front of them. The broken walls crackled in the flames, and thick smoke, carrying sparks, shot straight into the night sky. The veins on the foreheads of the three men bulged instantly.

The old man slammed his cane heavily on the ground, and a black lightning bolt exploded on the ground like a spider web.

He sighed deeply, his voice filled with frustration: "We've completely lost face... The three of us couldn't even stop him?"

Xiao Li chuckled, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Tsk tsk, it feels like I've been tricked."

"That kid Zhan Qing really has no way to deal with fire-type ability users."

"You're happy that you were let off the hook?" the old man said in a deep voice, his tone filled with suppressed anger.

"Otherwise what? Do you think he'd stand still and confront us head-on?"

Xiao Li turned and left without looking back, raising his voice: "Forget it, since the other side has already revealed their hand to this extent, war won't be far off. Let's wait for Zhan Qing's news."

The golden Buddhist light surrounding the monk slowly dissipated, and he put his hands together and said, "This humble monk retracts his previous words."

"If I were to face that fire-elemental awakener one-on-one, I would only have a 50% chance of victory."

After the two left, the old man stood alone in front of the sea of ​​fire.

He recalled the sudden appearance of the SS-level calamity and muttered to himself, "That mist-type awakener is undoubtedly Ning Mo of the Zhen'e Court."

"But why would an SS-level calamity help them?"

"The Town of Calamity would never side with disaster... Could it be that I've overlooked something?"

He gazed at the burning ruins in silence for a moment, then sighed self-deprecatingly, "Forget it, what's the point of me worrying about these things at my age?"

"The new era overturns the old era's pattern; things are constantly changing."

"Only those who survive to the end can write history."

After saying that, his figure gradually faded away, eventually disappearing into the shadows of the night.