"Xiaoche, aim for the lump of flesh on his chest! That's his weak point!!" The Shen Monkey captain's severed arm swung as he brought the staff in his hand down mercilessly on the monster, denying him the slightest chance to escape.
After several clashes, he had discovered the monster's weakness, but he was already exhausted, and his body was covered in fatal wounds.
He was relying entirely on the Ghost-God Needle's effects to stay alive.
Their Shen Monkey Squad had also been nearly wiped out.
Not far away, the black stripes on Xiaoche's face were growing more pronounced, and faint black marks had even appeared around his eyes.
His hands trembled slightly as he gripped his sniper rifle. He was nearly out of strength as well. Constantly changing positions to snipe at the monster had drained too much of his strength and energy.
Xiaoche crouched on the ground, watching his captain grapple with the monster as he narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was no fool. He knew this would be his last shot, because his captain was using his life to create an opening for him. That shot would also hit the captain.
"Hurry!" the Shen Monkey captain roared from nearby.
Xiaoche raised his sniper rifle, a trace of resolve, or perhaps a hint of regret, flashing through his eyes.
"Face the weakness! With my life as the catalyst, annihilate everything!!"
In an instant, his eyes turned pitch-black. Black and red currents of energy gathered at his muzzle, forming a massive body of energy.
Whoom~
Sensing the aura of destruction hurtling toward him, the Shen Monkey captain smiled faintly. Gripping his staff with his only remaining arm, he thrust it into the monster's body.
No matter how the monster struggled, the Shen Monkey captain stood firm.
He cursed, "You son of a bitch! Even if I die today, I'm taking you down with me!!"
"..."
Boom~
A tremendous explosion rang out. The smell of blood filled the air as countless pieces of remains scattered everywhere.
Some were human, some were the monster's.
Xiaoche closed his eyes, tears sliding down from their corners.
He knew he had killed the captain with his own hands.
Smoke swirled through the air, revealing that the monster was still alive. His body had taken a tremendous impact, but it had not been enough to kill him.
"The battle isn't over yet. Captain, I'm coming to join you." Xiaoche stood and picked up a steel saber belonging to a teammate who had long since died.
Although he didn't know how to fight up close, today it seemed there was only him...
Watching the ghostly figure in the distance, he gripped the steel saber tightly, ready to fight at any moment.
Suddenly, the sound of something shattering rang out.
The Rules Formation had shattered. An indifferent voice rang out, seemingly teasing.
"Oh? How careless. I didn't expect it to be so fragile."
Xiaoche turned to see a man in a black trench coat walking along a road covered in dried corpses.
"So you've finally come? Seventh Sequence." At that moment, Xiaoche felt both angry and pained.
But in the end, those feelings gave way to helplessness. The hilt of the saber creaked in his grip.
They had not been strong enough. If they had been a little stronger, would so much have happened? Would he have had to watch his teammates fall one by one?
The Seventh Sequence looked at the scene before him without any change in expression. He knew this was the best possible outcome: the city had not been destroyed, and only some of the people had been lost.
His indifferent voice seemed to carry like a loudspeaker.
"Shen Monkey Team, your mission is complete. Thank you for your contributions to the Xia Kingdom."
At that, Xiaoche could no longer hold himself together. The steel saber slowly slipped from his hand...
The Seventh Sequence walked over and patted him on the shoulder. In an instant, Xiaoche's injuries healed completely, and the Ghost-God Needle's effects seemed to dissipate as though they had never existed.
"Go out and report in. The battle is over." He pursed his lips as he spoke.
The Seventh Sequence walked toward the monster, his expression growing colder.
A sword of light suddenly appeared in his hand, and a pair of wings like holy light emerged from his back.
In an instant, he vanished from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the Calamity Realm monster.
With a single, light swing of his sword, he severed the monster's head, and black blood fell like rain.
This was a supreme expert standing at the pinnacle of the world. Their power could no longer be measured by realms.
The monster died from just one strike.
News of the situation in Magic City had long since spread throughout the Xia Kingdom, and countless people were waiting for the outcome.
Li Chen, Jianping and the others sat in the bedroom without speaking.
The television screen had begun reporting on Magic City's current situation.
[This afternoon... the Evil Cult organization was completely wiped out, and the monster has also been killed. Citizens need no longer worry. If any of your loved ones were attacked, please go to the Special Affairs Bureau...]
Su Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "The Special Affairs Bureau really is strong! They dealt with even a Calamity Realm monster in just one afternoon."
They had no idea how great a price the Special Affairs Bureau had paid. All they knew was that it was over, and Magic City was safe.
Jianping stood, slung the case over his back, and walked out of the bedroom. "I'm going to train," he said.
What had happened in Magic City had given them a sense of crisis. If the Calamity Realm monster had appeared in Shenzhou instead, what would they have done? Run?
Li Chen sat in his chair in silence. Something about the series of events in Magic City felt wrong to him. It was too much of a coincidence.
A monster had appeared in Magic City, and the black door inside his body had opened once.
Everything was shrouded in mystery. Perhaps he could only find the answers by entering that door.
"Forget it. Time to train." Li Chen could feel that he would break through to the Looking River Realm in a few days.
Advancing through the realms would only become more difficult.
Canglan Academy
In a conference room, more than a dozen Sequence Masters were discussing matters around a huge round table.
"Instructor Yu, those brats didn't sneak off to Magic City, did they?" Faluo asked, his expression somewhat serious and his arms crossed over his chest.
Yu Qingnian hesitated for a few seconds. "Probably not."
After all, the academy had issued a notice forbidding students from leaving Canglan, even to help with the rescue.
Faluo sighed and shook his head slightly. "Sigh... there really is a lot of trouble this year. The Evil Cult organization really isn't afraid of death. The purge a few years ago wasn't thorough enough, and now they dare to come out and run rampant again."
The Evil Cult organization was like a malignant tumor buried within the Xia Kingdom. A moment's carelessness could lead to a situation like Magic City's, where the city had nearly been destroyed.
At that moment, a Sequence Master nearby spoke up. "We can't figure out the Evil Cult organization's actions, and we can't eliminate them either."
"Our task now is to nurture a new generation of talent, giving them enough strength to become the backbone of the Xia Kingdom in the future."
"The Evil Cult is nothing more than rats hiding in the shadows. Sooner or later, we'll root them out one by one!"
Yu Qingnian said nothing. Behind his black glasses, he seemed to be thinking about something.