Leng Xuan lay in the blood-red sand, his eyes fixed on Loki, whose body was gradually regenerating in the sky. His face was as pale as a corpse.
He took a deep breath, spat fiercely toward the sky, and sneered.
"Held back by a mere mortal for so long, you God of Trickery... you're nothing special."
Loki's hands had regenerated. Hearing those words, his expression visibly turned icy.
His upper body floated in midair. He casually picked up the heavy sniper rifle from the ground with his right hand, aimed its black muzzle at Leng Xuan in the pool of blood, and spoke blandly.
"Save the last bullet for yourself."
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, black and white energies suddenly entwined and shot into the clouds from the distant desert!
A figure stood amid the black and white energies, raised a hand, and clenched it toward this place from afar.
"Disarm All Things."
Crack—!!
The heavy sniper rifle in Loki's hand suddenly began to tremble violently. Its internal components twisted on their own, and a dark-golden bullet abruptly shot out from the loading chamber!
With the bullet ejected, even when Loki pulled the trigger, only a dull click of an empty chamber sounded from the gun. Loki frowned and looked toward the black and white energies soaring into the sky.
"That is..." Loki narrowed his eyes, as if pondering something.
At that moment, four figures fell from the sky like meteors, crashing down around Loki.
They stood in the four cardinal directions. Amid the sweeping yellow sand, four pale masks—one weeping, one smiling, one furious, and one sorrowful—gleamed with eerie coldness beneath the sunlight.
The Four Great Envoys of the Shang Xie Association!
"Kill!!" The four envoys let out low roars at once. Four Forbidden Ruins