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Lu Yan's wrist felt heavy. He twisted the bronze key in his palm half a turn into the groove, the sound of the iron teeth biting together dry and harsh.

The internal mechanisms of the entire gravity device suddenly came to a stop, producing a series of teeth-grinding metallic friction sounds.

The groove was empty, except for a pool of still-warm silvery liquid that smelled of grass.

"Empty!"

Zhao Leiguang's stubble-covered black face turned a deep liver color, and spittle sprayed onto the shield lining.

"The items were taken not long ago."

Lu Yan took out the key, dipped his fingertip in the silver liquid and rubbed it, feeling the smooth and cool texture.

The load-bearing beams overhead, along with blocks of cement, slammed down, and choking white ash poured down their collars and into their tactical vests.

"The epicenter was in the ground-level plaza!"

Wen Yue pulled down her tactical goggles, her gloves feeling rough from the talcum powder.

"The earth's spiritual energy is being drawn upwards; if we delay even half a minute, the entire city's foundation will sink!"

A broken concrete pillar weighing several tons crashed down onto the retreat path, completely blocking the steps.

"Are they treating us like dead rats trapped in a hole?!"

Lin Chuxue bit down on a half-broken wooden stick, blood spurting from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with ferocity.

"You want to bury me? Let the King of Hell fill the hole himself!"

Zhao Leiguang held two large, door-like shields across his collarbone, causing the steel shoulder guards to clang loudly.

"Don't go back the same way, break through the top directly."

Lu Yan held the longsword against his breastplate with his backhand, his knuckles gripping the hilt tightly.

The mecha thrusters behind Shen Xinglin hissed out two streams of pungent, pale blue diesel fuel.

The lance tip rapidly flipped and snapped shut, transforming into a heavy-duty drill bit with serrated edges.

"Lightning flashes before my head, stars pierce my back, and the first snow blasts my head open."

Zhao Leiguang let out a hoarse howl, his combat boots kicking the alloy floor tiles into warped iron sheets.

A brutal collision!

With two large shields pressed against the front, Shen Xinglin's shoulder armor directly pressed against Zhao Leiguang's spine, and the pungent blue flames from the thruster's exhaust instantly dried the water on the ground.

Lin Chuxue grabbed the staff with one hand and pushed it upwards. Crimson magic runes burst open one after another on the cement slab above her head, forming a scorching net of fire.

The precast slabs and silt of the three-story basement were completely overturned.

The granite floor tiles were overturned and flew everywhere, and several heads covered in blood, mud, and ash were violently pushed out of the pit.

The night wind, carrying the scalding smell of burnt food, lashed against my eyelids.

The once neat and tidy defense building plaza is now completely covered with a layer of glaring white ash.

In the middle of the open space stood a nine-story bone platform made of scraps of bones.

The person standing on the altar had a smooth white bone mask over their face, and underneath their robes was a sour smell of fermenting rotten flesh.

That is the Messenger of No Form.

In those withered, brittle hands, a dark gold bronze plate with its edges worn smooth and shiny was being gripped tightly.

The spiritual energy from beneath Xichuan was transforming into eerie green pillars, which were being forcibly dragged into that broken plate.

"Lu Yan, the fact that you were able to climb back from that abyss has saved me a lot of trouble."

A sound like a file grinding the bottom of a pot emerged from beneath the white bone mask.

"But you've come back at the worst possible time."

The Nameless Messenger shoved his withered, black finger into the array plate's chest.

Sparks flew from all the spare copper piles around the fortress, and the silvery-white shockwaves transformed into tornadoes, shredding the nearby scrap metal to shreds.

A gaping hole appeared in the dark sky overhead, and deep within the clouds, which resembled rotten flesh, a bloodshot eyeball was oozing yellow fluid from the crack.

That is an ancient god hidden beyond the realm looking down upon the human world.

The broken bricks and stones on the ground seemed to have lost their weight, swaying and floating in mid-air.

Xiao Qianyu's hands were throbbing with veins, the tip of her halberd scraped a spark on the ground, and her teeth were clenched so tightly they made a cracking sound.

"Grab the plate and smash that mask."

Lu Yan thrust the sword forward without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Wen Yue fell sideways onto the edge of the wrecked truck's dump bed, instantly locking the crossbow's mechanism.

The densely packed fireballs were flung out horizontally like chains of fire, exploding into a chain of fireballs in front of the bone platform.

The blast wave forcefully tore through the gray fog in front of them.

"Stop them! Don't let any mortal bones get into the jar!"

The Messenger of No Form had a shrill voice.

Dozens of medicine-armored men, their armor stitched together, crawled out from underground on both sides, charging forward recklessly with rusty broad axes in hand.

Shen Xinglin's mecha slid away, skidding across the ground. The light blade at the tip of his lance tore through the night, bringing with it a scorching, burnt smell.

Blood and foam gushed from the neck cavities of the four victims, and their iron helmets rolled wildly on the ground.

Zhao Leiguang then charged forward, his two shields coming together in front of him, and he rolled over the bone steps like a bulldozer.

"Get lost, you bastard!"

The wall of earth shattered the heavy armor in front of them, crushing the three skeletons into a bloody pulp.

A black iron net covered with barbs fell from above, completely blocking their escape route.

A flash of dark gold light.

Flash Strike!

Xiao Qianyu teleported to the back of the formation, twisted her halberd, and knocked down four Descent Sect deacons who were casting spells, piercing their ribs as well.

"This grandma will treat you to a big meal!"

Lin Chuxue jumped up from the overturned bone platform and smashed her staff directly into the head of a suicide soldier.

The berserk blood patterns of One Blood and Ten Thousand Shields spread out, blasting the madmen who were preparing to pull the fuse and self-destruct along with their bone fragments.

A very thin silver needle, taking advantage of the shadow cast by the broken bones, pierced straight into Lin Chuxue's neck.

A crisp clang!

Su Yunqing's Yao Guang Scepter was firmly planted in the crevice of the rock, and the platinum light barrier blocked the cold arrow for the little girl, causing the deacon's wrist to dislocate due to the recoil.

"Captain Lu has gone up; Chu Xue, get out of the way!"

Taking advantage of this brief respite, Lu Yan stepped over the pile of rotten flesh and bone fragments and stood atop the ninth bone platform.

The pale, bony face of the Faceless Messenger trembled slightly.

"You dog that crawled out of the mud, do you even deserve to bark at the gods?!" A leaky, broken gong sounded from beneath the bone.

The enormous eyeball in the sky, dripping with yellow fluid, suddenly contracted, and a ghastly white beam of death, as thick as a giant pillar, crashed down towards the top of the altar.

Lu Yan crushed a blackened human bone with the sole of his boot, and then stomped on the bone fragments into mud.

"You bastard who hides his head in a dog hole and dares not show his face, what are you pretending to be?"

The Void Sword was drawn from its sheath, and the Black and White Divine Wheels spun along the blade, transforming into a streak of inky black light that defied the heavens and rolled backward.

Black Lotus Pure Land!

The two forces collided without a roar, only the heart-wrenching sound of the void dissolving.

The Formless Messenger stumbled back a few steps, crushing the stone bowl on the altar, and the fabric on his chest was slashed open by the sword wind, leaving several bloody gashes.

"How could you possibly break the miracle... What did you bring back?!"

The messenger frantically pinched the array plate with his withered hand, preparing to detonate the reverse flow of the earth veins inside.

The bronze array key whistled through the gale as it steadily chiseled into the bronze eye in the center of the array plate, the two old objects colliding with a dull metallic clang.

The silver light flowing against the current was stuck halfway.

The bone on the face of the Faceless Messenger cracked open, and two streams of foul blood flowed directly from between his eyebrows.

The cold wind from Xiao Qianyu's battle halberd had already touched the back of her neck.

Shen Xinglin's lance was firmly pressed against his lower back.

Wen Yue's heavy crossbow fired an explosive bullet three steps away, and the red dot landed precisely on the crack between her eyebrows.

"Give the things back."

The ethereal longsword pressed down half an inch, its blade pressed against the throat.

A bloody gash appeared on the skin, and the night wind blew away all the heat from it.