Within the rapidly shrinking Black Mist, Jianping searched for Li Chen's figure, following the traces of the previous battle.
"What's going on? This Black Mist isn't poisonous at all?" Su Zhe walked beside Jianping, looking around as he waved his hand, seemingly trying to grab the Black Mist.
But the Black Mist, like the wind, was retreating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the direction it was heading was almost uniform.
At this moment, the two were moving in the direction that the Black Mist was moving.
"Hmm?" Jianping frowned, because he discovered that all traces of the battle on the ground had been erased. What was going on?
So many potholes, and not a single one has been seen. Could it be that he went the wrong way?
Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared.
Bang!
A claw covered in flesh and blood reached for Jianping, but he blocked it in an instant.
Jianping's pupils constricted slightly as he looked around, somewhat surprised.
Eerie Monsters!
The Eerie Monsters that had transformed from humans—those who had been killed by the Evil Cult —had all stood up.
They now resembled zombies, but their bodies were covered in chunks of flesh, which was utterly disgusting.
"Damn it, the Black Mist actually has this function." Jianping gripped his sword tightly, a hint of bloodlust flashing in his eyes.
Su Zhe, standing to the side, was also somewhat bewildered. These Eerie Monsters, which looked neither human nor ghost, were actually able to stand up; it was truly outrageous.
Swish~
Jianping drew his sword and, like a black shadow, began to slaughter the humanoid Eerie Monsters without holding back.
After all, these monsters are no longer human; death is their only destiny.
Su Zhe also took out a retractable hammer from his backpack. This was a weapon he had specially crafted for himself, made by mixing many different materials.
It was incredibly heavy; this was also a form of training for him.
He didn't have the talent of Li Chen and Jianping, so he could only take it one step at a time.
This hammer made up for his lack of combat ability; he couldn't possibly fight with his fists every time he got into a fight.
Su Zhe, the chubby boy, stood there, hammer in hand, looking quite spirited.
"Let me, Grandpa Su, take good care of you Eerie Monsters."
The battle on the other side is nearing its end.
After the appearance of this black pillar of light, the Evil Cult seemed to have received orders from someone to begin their retreat.
"Hmm?" Standing on the rooftop of a ruined building, the Puppeteer pursed his lips, the thin threads on his fingers all snapped, and hesitated for a few seconds.
"They just retreated? How boring."
"But who exactly emitted that terrifying aura just now?"
He looked towards the spot where the black pillar of light had appeared, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Not far from him, the Special Affairs Bureau personnel also breathed a sigh of relief.
Those reckless dead men finally stopped their attack.
A man dressed in tattered clothes murmured, "The war is finally over."
He looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground and fell silent.
The bodies included those of Evil Cult members and Special Affairs Bureau, but most were residents, ordinary people.
The fighting had already spread to the city center, and many civilians who did not have time to escape were caught up in the battle.
Suddenly a weak voice came from beside him.
"Hey, got a cigarette?"
The man paused, then turned to look.
On the wall to the side, there was a spy whose entire body was pierced by steel bars, leaning against the wall.
The blood was still flowing.
"Yes." The man's eyes held a hint of reluctance as he spoke in a hoarse voice.
He knew this man was about to die.
"..." but his response received no reply.
The agent had slowly closed his eyes; perhaps he had wanted to hold on a little longer.
Taking a puff of a cigarette was probably his best fantasy.
This kind of thing isn't happening in just one place.
Perhaps there are many more.
The battle between the Ninth Seats and Wuma Team has long since ended.
However, it seems that their current goal is to move towards the direction where the black pillar of light appeared.
"Captain, have you arrived yet?" Wuma Team, wearing a dark blue mask, asked through his earpiece.
A whooshing sound came from the other end of the headset, but a deep, resonant voice quickly followed.
"We've arrived. Wuxie, that Evil Cult's Ninth Seat, escape?"
"No, that guy should be there by now."
"Alright, time to close the net."
The Black Mist has almost completely dissipated.
But a small patch remained, and that small patch alone instilled fear in countless people.
Many ordinary people hiding around the Neon Street stared in terror at the still-shrinking Black Mist, almost screaming.
The Special Affairs Bureau had already sent people over.
Moreover, it wasn't just the Special Affairs Bureau; even the Canglan Academy had already taken notice of this place.
"Cang Lao, we don't know the situation inside." Yu Qingnian's expression was somewhat grave.
The Cang Lao spoke, but his aura grew increasingly terrifying. He never expected the Evil Cult to be so insane, releasing Black Mist into the city.
Fortunately, the Black Mist did not spread.
Cang Lao looked into the Black Mist, as if trying to see into the darkness within, and said, "Search it. Your students should still be inside the Black Mist."
Through the surrounding residents, they also knew who had fought here before, and they quickly identified the individuals based on the manner of the fight.
Yu Qingnian nodded. "Okay."
Not far from them, Ninth Seat had already hidden himself, his expression unchanged.
Or perhaps he had already anticipated the situation here, and now he certainly couldn't make a move.
"The appearance of the Child of Destiny has unexpectedly caused such a commotion; it's too late to take him away now."
"I wonder what the Master's opinion is?"
He raised his finger, and a phantom origami crane appeared on it.
"Go"
"Report everything about this place to the Lord."
Soon, the origami cranes seemed to come alive, began to float up, and quickly flew away.
No one noticed the commotion; everyone's attention was focused on the Black Mist.
But the situation inside is actually not as complicated as they imagined.
"Haha, this hammer is really useful!!"
Su Zhe's face was covered in blood, but it wasn't his own blood; it was from those Eerie Monsters.
At that moment, Jianping spoke up, "Found it!"
They were almost at the end of the swirling Black Mist.
The source of everything is now within reach.
Su Zhe casually swatted away an Eerie Monsters that lunged at him and quickly ran to Jianping, saying...
Where is he? Where is Chen-ge?
But at this moment, Jianping's expression was somewhat blank. Not far in front of him, Li Chen was lying in a large pit.
The Black Mist flowed into his body like water.
However, Li Chen did not react at all.