Did You Get That on Camera, Bro?
The two found a place with relatively stable gravity, and Song Shige closed his eyes and said.
After he finished speaking, energy surged within a radius of a thousand meters, and Mana surged wildly, rushing towards Song Shige's back.
He closed his eyes, and his aura began to Convergence, yet it was like a volcano about to erupt, brewing terrifying power.
Immediately afterwards, in Su Luo's highly concentrated mental perception, an incredibly shocking scene slowly unfolded:
First, a faint blood-red halo appeared, like thick ink dripping onto a canvas in the Void, quickly spreading out.
Then, the outline of a majestic and ancient city wall, seemingly forged from endless blood and bones, slowly rose from the crimson halo.
Of course, Su Luo couldn't see it; she could only sense the distribution of Mana and energy fluctuations. The crimson color was also a guess.
An immense aura, so intense it seemed to freeze blood, mixed with a chilling killing intent, Diffusion outwards like a tidal wave.
Song Shige stood before the illusory and colossal [Blood City], his back exceptionally straight. He slowly raised his blood-red horse -Zhanmadao. This time, the blade did not strike the real object directly, but instead drew the massive illusory [Blood City] behind him!
"Cut!"
A low shout.
The earth groaned in agony, unable to bear the weight any longer. A Great Rift, over five meters wide and of immeasurable depth, was suddenly ripped open by the force of the blade!
Su Luo observed everything calmly until Song Shige sheathed his sword. From the gradually fading illusory "Blood City" behind him, Su Luo sensed a strange fluctuation that shared the same origin as the "charm" on Song Shige's body. Only then did Su Luo's expression turn slightly serious.
This power, which should belong to the Martial Dao system, has not only been incorporated into the Purple Skills, but seems to have become one of its core driving forces?
"That's why I said it has growth potential." Song Shige sent a screenshot of the skill at the right time. His breathing was slightly rapid, obviously using [Blood City] was quite a burden for him.
[Blood City (Purple) Level 2]
"Just a few hours ago, while I was practicing and familiarizing myself with this skill, it automatically leveled up to level 2."
Song Shige explained, a hint of surprise in his voice. "The power has increased, and... as you sensed, it has incorporated the characteristics of Martial Will."
He gazed at the gradually dissipating crimson phantom and continued, "Purple Skills don't have traditional skill experience bars; there are no shortcuts. Their growth depends entirely on the wielder's depth of understanding of the Craft, the solidification of their related Attributes, the tempering of their will, and the insights and refinement gained in actual combat."
He concluded, his tone utterly certain, his gaze intense:
"The system requires us to forge our own path. This [Blood City] is where my path begins."
The Mutual Aid Association headquarters was brightly lit.
Qin Lang rubbed his throbbing temples and opened his Personal Channel again. The pinned messages were still showing as unread.
[Qin Lang: Chairman, this is the supplies report for the past three days. I need your review.]
[Qin Lang: President, please reply if you see this.] (Sent 12 hours ago)
He sighed, got up, and walked towards Number One's office. He opened the door, explained why he came, and Number One looked at the panel for a while, then frowned.
"They haven't replied to my messages."
"The applications for personnel transfers and Optimization of the Analysis Department are both stuck with him."
Although the president usually approves directly and everyone just goes through the motions, the problem is that the president doesn't reply.
Qin Lang chimed in, "He hasn't replied to the message I sent twelve hours ago. Didn't the guild leader just finish the Trait Dungeon recently and stay within the server? He shouldn't be Out-of-Zone Exploration, right?"
Number One checked the messages, confirmed them, and then spoke, "No, the guild leader usually notifies us before leaving. Moreover, even when Out-of-Zone Exploration, he will take time to reply to messages. In this situation... he must be tied up with something troublesome and can't get away."
"Then the reorganization of the Analysis Department will have to be postponed... Go ask Captain Xi and the others if they know where the chairman is?"
A dozen minutes later, Qin Lang's Personal Channel vibrated slightly, and Xi Ji's reply came:
[Xi Ji: The chairman is fine. He's with Consultant Su. What happened?]
Qin Lang thought for a moment and briefly described the current state of the Analysis Department, which was inefficient, overstaffed, and in dire need of rectification.
[Xi Ji: Killing? The guild leader might be too busy. I just came out of [Dangerous Terrain] and am about to rest. Do you need my help?]
[Qin Lang: Thanks, Captain Xi, but it's not necessary.]
[Xi Ji: That's right, only the president should do this kind of thing... I was inconsiderate, I'll emphasize it to the others.]
In Zone 76, where a well-established Order has been built, the leaders of the Mutual Aid Association carefully maintain various delicate balances, especially the relationship between Chairman Song Shige and the Mutual Aid Association as a whole, as well as between professionals and non-professionals.
Actions like "cleansing out" internally, which involve absolute force and have a deterrent effect, must and can only be carried out by Song Shige himself.
Any professional who oversteps their bounds, even with good intentions, may set a dangerous precedent. This could subtly distort the equal status between professionals and non-professionals, implying that professionals possess life-or-death power beyond the rules, and easily triggering potential estrangement and conflict.
Stable development is paramount, and the senior management of the Mutual Aid Association, having learned from history, has a clear understanding of this and maintains strict control over it.
Because if one is not clear-headed and strict, one will be subject to clear-headed and strictness.
Qin Lang thought for a moment, then shook his head. "So where did the president go?"
"Did you record it, bro? Did you record it?"
Song Shige exhaled a long breath, and the soaring, fierce aura around him receded like the tide.
He planted his iconic blood-red Zhanmadao into the ground with a thud, and the majestic and imposing phantom of the [Blood City] behind him, which seemed to be formed from blood and battle intent, dimmed as a result.
He was exhausted. The high-intensity demonstration and maintenance of [Blood City] for more than ten consecutive hours, even with the use of a large number of high-quality recovery potions and Divine Power replenishment items, had almost drained him of everything, and his spirit was extremely weak.
"Grand Void, Lao Song," Su Luo said from the side.
"I give up..." Song Shige's voice was hoarse. "You try unleashing Purple Skill that lasts for over ten hours! This thing consumes everything—physical strength, Mana, Divine Power, and even your willpower is being continuously drained!"
"Don't panic, don't panic, I'll finish recording it right away."
Su Luo seemed to be thinking about something, and gestured for him to try again.
Song Shige gritted his teeth, barely mustered a bit of spirit, and once again activated the [Blood City] phantom behind him that was about to completely dissipate. A slightly dim but Essence powerful blood-red energy fluctuation rippled out again.
As you can see, the two are standing on a vast wasteland. Countless fireballs and lighting devices hang in the air. The ground looks like it has been turned upside down, with deep craters and fissures everywhere, a truly horrific sight.
One culprit is still causing trouble, and another culprit is still instigating it.