I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

A bloody battle raged through the city of Jiangnan overnight.

Or rather, it was a one-sided massacre by Li An.

She was like a god of death descending from the sky, standing alone in front of the beast tide.

She didn't step back, or even move her position.

The overwhelming tide of beasts surged in like a tsunami, wave after wave, only to crumble, fall, and die before her eyes.

Ice crystals continued to fall from the sky.

For an entire night, Li An's killing spree never stopped.

Outside the city, the ground had disappeared.

The corpses of countless strange beasts were piled up together, soaking in viscous black blood, forming a black swamp.

Severed limbs, remains, shattered scales—everything was mixed together.

The pungent stench of blood permeated the entire city of Jiangnan, causing hundreds of thousands of ordinary people to feel nauseous.

But everyone was staring intently at the electronic screen, at the petite figure suspended in mid-air.

That figure was like an inextinguishable lamp in the darkness.

The beast tide's offensive was clearly exhausted by dawn.

It's unclear whether the gap was due to the killing of some mythical beasts or if the Golden-Eyed Beast made some adjustments.

The strange beasts that were surging in from the horizon continued to arrive in an endless stream, but the number of high-level beasts had clearly decreased.

Most of them were low-level beasts, blindly rushing into the death zone.

On the city wall, Zhao Lie and the other superhumans were already numb.

From shock to fear, from fear to awe, from awe to numbness.

They watched as Li An stood guard alone all night, and watched as those strange beasts fell like moths to a flame.

"Is this even human...?" an SS-level ability user murmured, his voice trembling.

Zhao Lie watched as Li An single-handedly blocked the beast tide, and couldn't help but feel a surge of relief.

Fortunately, Fatty Li brought Li An back to Jiangnan City.

Suddenly, Zhao Lie was taken aback.

Where is Fatty Li?

"Where's Fatty?" he asked, turning his head.

"I'm cultivating," Liu Zhiqiang replied.

Zhao Lie's face darkened.

Outside, the fighting was raging fiercely, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but that fat guy was still cultivating inside?

But then he realized something was wrong.

"Purple and white!" Zhao Lie blurted out.

Liu Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Lie's expression shifted several times before he finally managed to utter a low voice: "Fatty...you have to stay calm."

In the main hall of the Alliance headquarters in the capital city.

The circular electronic screen displays the only remaining base in the world.

Apart from the six major bases in the Dragon Kingdom, almost all of the overseas bases have been destroyed by alien beasts, and the number of remaining bases can be counted on one hand.

Countless underground bases are now nothing but charred ruins.

The crimson blood flowed into rivers, a horrifying sight in satellite images.

It's not that all the overseas superhumans died out; it's that they voluntarily abandoned the vast majority of their bases.

The price was that the ordinary people left behind in the base all became food for the alien beasts.

At this time, the global population was less than one billion.

In the hall, Old Liu and a group of high-ranking members of overseas superhuman organizations sat together with serious expressions.

"If this continues, humanity will become extinct," the Archbishop of the Covenant Church said grimly.

"If I had known things would turn out this way..." the leader of the Shiva sect said, his voice full of bitterness, "I shouldn't have given up on the Prophet in the first place."

The members of the Spirit Realm Society, the Sun Cult, and the All Things Cult all remained silent.

They have lost the right to speak.

With the country destroyed and its people dead, the only survivors of these organizations are these few people in the hall.

Their base is gone, their followers are gone, and they've used up all their trump cards.

They're sitting here now only because Old Liu hasn't told them to leave yet.

"The prophet's final prophecy was to go to Jiangnan City." The Archbishop of the Holy Covenant Church stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "How about we go to Jiangnan City?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall was somewhat intrigued.

Sitting in the main seat, Old Liu remained silent.

He leaned back quietly in his chair, letting these clowns do their thing.

There are four overseas bases remaining.

These four bases had exhausted all their trump cards under the siege of the beast tide.

Now, Old Liu has figured out all the details of these superhuman organizations.

These people are no longer of any value to the league.

The only reason they can still sit here is that the four overseas bases can still share some of the pressure for the alliance.

Otherwise, all these people present would have been taken to the city defenses by him long ago.

"Ahem—" Old Liu coughed lightly and said calmly, "Whether you go or not is up to you."

Inside the hall, the high-ranking members of these overseas superhuman organizations were delighted upon hearing this.

"Then let's go and discuss it." The Archbishop of the Covenant Church stood up and left the hall impatiently.

The others also left in haste, as if afraid that Old Liu would change his mind.

A moment later, only the Alliance members remained in the hall.

Old Liu's gaze swept past the four overseas bases and looked toward Jiangnan City.

On the far right of the circular screen, a petite figure stands before a horde of beasts.

This figure, like an insurmountable barrier, stopped the massive beast tide.

One person protected an entire city.

Even in the capital, hundreds of thousands of superhumans fought a bloody battle, using sealing runes, amplification runes, beast core weapons, crystal fragment weapons, and even revealing traditional martial arts techniques, just to barely hold on.

In Jiangnan City, she was all alone.

After a long silence, Old Liu said to Du Wei beside him, "Make preparations to invite Li An to the capital."

Dewey was taken aback.

Is Li An coming to the capital?

Now, Jiangnan City is being held up by Li An alone.

If she leaves, Jiangnan City will likely fall soon.

"What about the hundreds of thousands of people in Jiangnan City?" Dewey asked in a deep voice.

Old Liu calmly said, "The prophet foretold that Jiangnan City was humanity's last chance for survival, and those people went there voluntarily."

"What?" He turned to look at Dewey. "You don't believe in prophetic pronouncements?"

Dewey's expression hardened.

He understood the real reason why Old Liu did this—the people of Jiangnan City were not of one mind with the Alliance.

Dewey took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions in his heart: "Li An might not agree."

Old Liu didn't seem to care: "It doesn't matter. Just because they don't agree now doesn't mean they won't agree later."

He paused, then his gaze returned to the figure on the screen.

"She can hold out for one day, or ten days. But can she hold out for a month, or even ten months? Without someone to take over, she will be worn down by the beast tide, exhaust her powers, and die in Jiangnan City."

"Between life and death, I believe this girl will make the right choice."

Dewey fell silent.

He knew that what Old Liu said was true.

No matter how strong Li An is, he is still human.

"When should I set off?" Dewey asked.

Old Liu tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table. "Wait until those 'idiots' who just left arrive in Jiangnan City."

Dewey's pupils contracted slightly.

He nodded. "Okay."