What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

Most extraordinary individuals would be overwhelmed by this sense of unease and unable to control themselves.

In the instant they came to their senses, the spear had already arrived, and they died.

This is a scene the Night King has seen many times.

Just as the black spear pierced the air, its speed about to cross a certain limit, emitting a thunderous roar, before entering a state of silence...

Su Yan stretched out a hand.

Ignoring the roar and the approaching gale, she simply and directly opened her hand and grasped the spear with unparalleled precision.

The entire movement was as smooth as flowing water, exceptionally concise and powerful, and the speed did not seem fast. Lin Mushi, standing behind her, could even see every detail clearly.

The spear thus fell into Su Yan's hands.

The Night King was stunned.

Although he didn't go all out with this attack, it was still powerful enough that a second-tier superhuman couldn't withstand it, so this scene shouldn't have happened.

The next moment, something even more unexpected happened, and that's what he saw.

Su Yan held the spear horizontally in front of her chest, and with a slight exertion of her two delicate fingers, a crisp sound reached everyone's ears.

Then she lowered her hand, casually tossed the spear, which was turning into black mist, to the ground, and walked towards the Night King without saying another word.

But everyone on the bridge understood what she meant.

How do you want to die now?

The driver consciously stayed at the very back.

Lin Mushi looked at this scene with utter bewilderment.

Gu Yuqiu disagreed, because she had witnessed too many similar scenes when she was with Su Yan that year.

……

……

A deafening roar!

The bridge shook violently, countless pebbles flew up from the ground, cracks began to appear, and the rapidly flowing air carried up dust and smoke.

In the twilight world, everything appears blurry, yet this scene is still dazzling.

After breaking the spear, Su Yan didn't say another word to the Night King; she only threw a punch.

The fist landed squarely on the Night King's chest, without a doubt.

As a result, tiny, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the incredibly sturdy surface of the bridge, which had been reinforced by the Special Affairs Bureau's superhumans.

These gaps all originated from beneath Su Yan's feet, silently testifying to the terror of that fist.

However, the Night King still managed to withstand the punch.

An unbearable pain shot through his chest; he didn't know how many ribs were broken.

He had no time to think, no time to be afraid. Without hesitation, he followed his instincts and instinctively retreated backward, dodging the fist as quickly as possible.

His figure flew out rapidly from the swirling dust, like the spear from before, or like a cloud of black mist covered in dust, looking very dirty and disheveled.

A second loud bang came from the bridge.

The figure that remained in the smoke and dust vanished in an instant.

In that instant, Su Yan reappeared in front of the Night King, even faster than he was flying away, and expressionlessly swung her fist down.

So the Night King, who was flying into the distance, suddenly changed direction and headed straight for the bridge!

The Night King's eyes were blank, as if he did not understand what was happening to him, only to find that the scene in front of him had changed again.

Fortunately, the screen stopped after this change, preventing it from causing dizziness or disorientation.

A loud roar, but no smoke or dust rose.

Su Yan slammed the Night King into the bridge, ending the brief battle in the simplest and most direct way.

She casually took out a tissue and slowly wiped the bloodstains from her hands, her expression remaining calm, as if she had casually swatted a mosquito.

From behind, Lin Mushi witnessed the entire battle, but his mind was completely blank.

A moment later, she turned to look at Gu Yuqiu beside her, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "Was I arguing with someone like that before?"

"Yes."

Gu Yuqiu smiled slightly and said, "And you even won the argument, huh? Any thoughts on that?"

Chapter 70: The Seventyth Chapter of Anger

What are your thoughts?

Hearing this, Lin Mushi couldn't help but roll her eyes at Gu Yuqiu, thinking to herself, "Right now, I'm thinking about how I'm going to die!"

If she had known that Su Yan was so terrifying and ridiculously strong, capable of beating a fourth-tier expert with a title like a dead dog, she would never have dared to speak recklessly.

Although she would still stand up for Gu Yuqiu and fight against any strong force, she would never provoke Su Yan for no reason again!

"So what's the situation now?"

Lin Mushi stopped thinking about it and asked in a low voice, "The Night King can't be fought in this state, right? Is Crimson going to take action herself? Then she might not be able to escape."

Gu Yuqiu said, "Who doesn't want a few lunatics in this world?"

She said this in a casual tone, but there was a certainty in her voice.

Just as she was certain tonight that Crimson would inevitably strike, and was willing to make a bet with Su Yan and owe a promise for it, there are clear reasons behind all of this.

Shen Hong holds grudges, but she is by no means an idiot; she is well aware that what Lin Mushi said is true.

If she were to take action herself and leave a sufficiently clear trace, her own situation would become very troublesome, and she might not be able to leave Xin Chu.

Based on normal circumstances, even if she held a grudge, she wouldn't be in such a hurry to take action now—if she hadn't heard the name Miss Huai.

There are very few people in the world who know Gu and Qiu's real names.

However, Crimson knew this, and also harbored a grudge against him.

When she rescued the Night King in full view of everyone and heard the word "Huai" from her subordinates, she naturally understood how the Fools' Ship had collapsed.

Gu Yuqiu knew that Shen Hong would know these things, and therefore she also knew that Shen Hong would not be able to wait until tonight.

Therefore, the Night King's fall does not mean the end of the battle.

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……

When the commotion on the bridge sounded like thunder, spreading in all directions, Crimson knew that the Night King had been defeated.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze leaving the gently rippling river and landing on the bridge shrouded in the twilight, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

The aura emanating from Su Yan was not unfamiliar to her.

When did Wu Zui start accepting students?

Crimson raised an eyebrow slightly, thought it over seriously, and muttered to herself, "Even a student couldn't win this battle so easily. Could it be an avatar?"

In just a couple of sentences, she naturally guessed the truth, her expression becoming slightly serious, but she quickly relaxed again.

It's just an incarnation.

If Wuzui were to arrive in person, she would obviously be no match for him. At that point, no matter how reluctant she was, she would at most utter a few harsh words and then turn and leave.

As she pondered these thoughts, she suddenly blinked and whispered, "Only five minutes left?"

The five minutes mentioned refer to the time it took for the Special Affairs Bureau's support to enter that twilight world.

In fact, the bridge in the real world was already full of vehicles at this time, all of which were people from the Special Affairs Bureau.

However, the flow of time in reality is not in sync with that of twilight, so no matter how many people come to the bridge, they still cannot enter that decaying world.

To break this stalemate and stop waiting for the two worlds to converge, she must cease maintaining the existence of the Sanctuary and allow a higher level of power to intervene.

The new Chu has people who stand at the same level as her, but there is no one who is higher than her; the embodiment of innocence is far from enough.

That would be an unsolvable situation.

As for finding her, that would be an extremely difficult task as well.

Because she had a grudge against a certain cat, they played hide-and-seek many times, with each winning and losing against the other, making her one of the best at hiding in the world.

Otherwise, how could the Special Affairs Bureau have failed to discover her existence until tonight when she had to intervene to save someone and only then did she learn about this whole affair?

"That should be enough."

As Crimson spoke softly, certain that dealing with the embodiment of innocence would not be difficult, she lightly pushed off with her toes, preparing to float onto the bridge, when a flash of white suddenly caught her eye.

The white was mixed with some dark colors, it wasn't pure, and the silhouette was huge.

From a distance, it looks like a cluster of dandelions.

For some reason, even though the wind was strong on the river and the surface was no longer calm, the dandelion seed maintained a steady, somewhat slow pace.

The dandelion seemed to have its own thoughts and didn't want to drift here, but it had no choice.

"It's you?"

The deep red smile gradually faded, and suddenly she felt that something was wrong.

The dandelion couldn't speak; its response was an extremely haughty meow.

Even an ordinary person would perceive this meow as a provocation, as it is filled with disdain.

Moreover, Crimson understood the true meaning of that meow.

"Are you out of your mind? We're just sitting by the river in the wind, and you deliberately came here to stand on this rock with your hands behind your back, trying to look tough, but then you put a scarf around your neck?"

"It's really quite a mishmash."

"In my opinion, you're not as good-looking as my comrade-in-arms, so why do you insist on imitating her? The worst thing for a person is to compare themselves with others, don't you even know that?"

The white dandelion drifted slowly, and meows could be heard coming from within it.

After listening to this trash talk, Crimson remained silent for a while before saying, "Although I don't quite understand why you dared to come out, my midnight snack for tonight is sorted."

The white cat sighed, then meowed arrogantly, implying that you even copied her phrase.