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Just as I took a moment to rest, dark clouds suddenly gathered, and the entire sky turned black.
In an instant, the ink-black clouds rolled in, and rain fell like beads, eventually pouring down like a torrential downpour.
I was drenched in the rain, accompanied by the rumbling of thunder. In the distance, I faintly heard footsteps.
Many voices were approaching!
It was the armed personnel of the Sun and Moon Alliance. Come on, a bunch of scoundrels—may you all perish!
Killing Intent surged within me like a raging river.
Soon after, hundreds of people swept their Charge rifles toward me.
The bullets struck my Protective Killing Intent but could not penetrate it. At that moment, my Protective Killing Intent surged outward, flickering around me like blood-red flames, mirroring the fury boiling in my heart.
Boom!
I unleashed my Killing Intent from beneath my feet, propelling myself upward against the ground. In an instant, I shot up like a cannonball!
At that moment, immense power surged within me. As I soared into the air, a faint dragon's roar echoed among the Skeletons, shattering stone and gold.
"Roar!"
I let out a long howl, swinging my blade toward the heavens. In that split second, Crimson Killing Intent engulfed everything!
I was putting all my effort into creating a greater commotion, hoping to attract the warriors of the Sun and Moon Alliance lying in ambush at Qixia Mountain. If they all gathered towards me, it would make it easier for Lu Jianguo to break through, at least without facing too much resistance!
In that moment, I felt one with the earth, my sword aimed forward, my killing intent directed at my enemies, and my mind was devoid of any distractions.
By some strange twist of fate, a spell emerged from the meteorite, producing a peculiar sound from my chest.
"Soldiers, gather before me!"
These words, originally obscure and difficult to comprehend, contained the essence of Trace—something that could not be uttered by a human voice. Yet at that moment, I suddenly gained a profound understanding of the Ninety-Nine Words of Supreme Divine Language. Perhaps it was because I had merged with the earth; I felt an extraordinary familiarity with these words, as if they were companions!
At this moment, I was deeply shocked. It seemed that after Reverse Fate and merging with the earth, my physical structure had undergone tremendous changes. Not only did I feel close to these enigmatic Traces, but I could also produce these syllables!
This is the benefit brought by Evolution!
My power did not surge dramatically or change significantly; however, the advantages brought by this Evolution were beyond mere strength—it was a transformation of potential!
From now on, I could charge forward without any Bottleneck!
From now on, I would be close to Trace and merged with the earth!
From now on, my future would be filled with infinite possibilities, and nothing would stand in the way of my progress!
This benefit is far greater than a temporary surge of power!
I was immersed in the ocean of the Ninety-Nine Words of Supreme Divine Language, so much so that I didn't even notice I had landed back on the ground. I simply savored it, and the more I experienced it, the more I felt the boundless mysteries of the Ninety-Nine Words of Supreme Divine Language. They held countless possibilities; with each realization, I gained something, and with every insight, their power grew stronger, as if there were no end to it.
Having grasped the essence of the Ninety-Nine Words of Supreme Divine Language, I felt invigorated, as if my personal realm had elevated tremendously.
Suddenly!
At that moment, a rustling sound erupted from the surrounding forest as leaves were violently disturbed. Without opening my eyes, I sensed a large number of life forms approaching me.
The numbers must be close to a thousand!
What a formidable Sun and Moon Alliance! The entire Qixia Mountain must have been cleared out by them, deploying who knows how many warriors. At the same time, I couldn't help but feel curious about the strength of their overseas department. Just how many loyal subordinates did they have? With such a mobilization, they had summoned back so many people. Those who were killed in the Sun and Moon Alliance or those who initially waited for me in the parking lot were merely the tip of the iceberg; the real warriors were all lying in ambush within Qixia Mountain!
To kill me, they truly spared no effort!
Well then, since I have already flattened your headquarters, why not tear off a piece of flesh from your overseas department before I leave?
I waited until the rustling sounds around me gradually subsided before finally opening my eyes slowly.
Before me lay a sea of people.
Endless at first glance, all dressed in black and wielding Zhanma Dao. Each one had prominent temples, clearly well-trained. They blended into the night, with only their long blades emitting a chilling light in the darkness, completely surrounding me in the parking lot.
A chilling atmosphere enveloped the surroundings.
Whoosh.
The wind rose, tousling my white hair. I didn’t waste words with these people; with a flick of my wrist, I raised the Hundred Slicing Blade towards them.
Suddenly, a Black-Clad Warrior slowly emerged from the crowd. The heavy boots he wore thudded against the ground, creating a dull sound that echoed sharply in the cold, oppressive environment. Then, he lifted the Zhanma Dao resting on his shoulder and pointed it at me.
Clang!
This single motion drew a chorus of responses, and in an instant, thousands of long blades were aimed at me.
Roar!
They erupted in a thunderous roar, their weapons forming a forest of steel, warriors standing like an impenetrable wall.
In the past, such a scene would have sent chills down my spine. But at this moment, my heart was as calm as still water.
It wasn’t that I had grown stronger; rather, I had become indifferent.
I was someone who had died once. I had watched helplessly as my brothers fell at my feet. Fear seemed to have receded far beyond my reach.
Perhaps, in the face of an unjust world and the deceit of humanity, my once fiery passion had turned to coldness, and my heart had gradually grown numb?
Three Thousand What does it matter? With millions before me, I shall go forth!
My response to them was simple: Ninety-Nine Words of Supreme Divine Language slipped from my lips.
"Stand, warriors, all arrayed before me!"
As the Divine Language echoed, the earth trembled, and the spirits of the dead shattered; the power to bring death upon the living was unleashed. Yet, when this resonating Divine Language emerged, it still brought forth expressions of pain on the faces of these warriors!
At that moment!
A cold glint flashed in my eyes, and in an instant, I unleashed a storm of attacks aimed directly at the figure in black who seemed to be their leader. Dragon Power erupted, shattering the ground beneath me. In a mere flick of my fingers, I closed the distance to him. Killing Intent surged forth, and Crimson Killing Intent engulfed him entirely. He hadn’t even recovered from the shock of the Divine Language when his weapon, the Zhanma Dao, was already severed, his head flying off!
Not just him; those warriors behind him were not spared either, as they fell one by one, their heads rolling. Where my Killing Intent reached, Corpses littered the ground!
At this moment, my surviving warriors finally reacted and charged at me with furious roars.
I laughed maniacally, reciting Ninety-Nine Words of Supreme Divine Language once more. Again, they could only retreat in agony, clutching their heads. Those closest to me were struck so hard that blood flowed from their seven orifices, dying on the spot!
"Kill!"
I held my blood-dripping spear aloft, like a sharp knife piercing through tofu. Wherever I passed, life crumbled like grass beneath my feet, groaning helplessly.
They could only moan in response.
At that moment, my heart was calm and untroubled. The harsh sound of bones cracking as the knife sliced through them echoed in my ears, yet my reaction was dull, as if the wails of the fallen were not cries of lives lost. The warm blood sprayed onto me, staining my hair red, but I turned a blind eye to it all.
Tonight, I was willing to become a demon, no longer caring about human suffering. After experiencing all this, I wondered what other pains in this world could possibly move me. Perhaps only after tasting the deepest agony can one truly become numb to it.
I did not know how many lives I had harvested. With every step, I claimed ten lives, advancing with my fierce blade. I was merely venting my hatred in this way.
From beginning to end, I was forced into this; it was a passive and helpless rebellion.
Rebelling, rebelling, rebelling—
I gradually transformed from a sheep into a lion.
And now, I had learned to feast on flesh.
Stepping over corpses and blood, I seemed like a madman as I charged into the forest, relentlessly pushing forward until there were no enemies left before me. Only then did I finally stop. When I turned back to look, the enemies behind me were retreating in disarray.
The Three Thousand had been thoroughly frightened, leaving only a ground strewn with corpses. Even the dense forest was shrouded in a thin layer of red blood mist!
I raised my blade, ready to return and slay them once more.
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