Facing the Oracle Envoys

Hokkaido.

The Knight and Wei Dong stood before a massive screen, staring blankly at the seven most-wanted notices scrolling across it and the seven figures standing atop the Pure Land in the live broadcast.

"They..." Wei Dong stood there with his mouth open for a long time, unable to force out a single word.

Weren't you supposed to be heading back home?!

How did you turn around and decide to slaughter your way through the Pure Land?!

And besides... isn't this too massive? A livestream covering all of Japan—are you trying to utterly ruin the Oracle Envoys' reputation?!

The Knight gazed at the seven figures on the screen. After a moment, he came back to his senses and could not help sighing.

"Great Xia... is about to see another top-tier squad emerge."

Inside the room.

Wu Xiangnan stared at the seven figures standing amid the rain on the advertising screen atop the building across from him. He stood frozen like a stone statue, remembrance rising in his eyes.

Once, he too had people who stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

They had once stood at the pinnacle of the world, looking down upon all beneath them...

Slowly, he reached out and grasped the nameplate hanging from his chest. He could feel the scorching heat contained within it.

Blue Rain...

Without realizing it, Wu Xiangnan's hands had clenched into fists.

A resolute light flashed through his eyes.

"Susanoo." Wu Xiangnan looked toward the distant sky and murmured,

"I will definitely find Takama-ga-hara...

And then,

Kill you with my own hands!"

Tokyo.

Calamity of Prison watched the city beneath the Pure Land plunge into darkness, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"You cut off the power?!" He abruptly turned to Lin Qiye.

"More precisely, we cut off the unnecessary part," Jiang