A torrential downpour and lightning suddenly descended.
Hot tears lost their warmth to the icy rain, yet not even a shred of sorrow was washed away.
Zhen Bei shielded the wounded Cat Girl behind him, forcing himself to swing anything he could pick up. Roaring and cursing, he dragged his battered body through the fight, beating back the evil disciples again and again, until he saw those scum of humanity spread out with sinister grins—and saw the tall, dark Black Horned Demonic Fiend that had grievously wounded him earlier stride closer step by step...
Several wounded soldiers struggled to crawl together. The rain soaked their clothes, making their whole bodies heavy. Heartbroken and despairing, Zhen Bei threw away the vehicle part that was of little use.
He held the dying Cat Girl in his arms and raised his head into the rain.
Ignoring the freezing rain that prevented him from opening his eyes, he stared at the oppressive ink-black clouds and tore his throat raw with a desperate shout.
"White Dragon...!"
"I can't hold on anymore! If you don't come soon, I'll drag the whole world down with me!"
"Where are you...! Come quickly...!"
Within him lay the sealed Ancient Desolate Mythical Beast's savage Gods and Demons Battlefield.
The armored Scale Clone looked grave. She was not the true body, merely a clone. Her purpose was simple: to decide whether to abandon the battlefield now, let this world be destroyed, and flee with only the Military God. Just as she wavered, her entire body suddenly trembled, and she finally let out a breath of relief.
The sky changed abruptly. The stifling, dim world of torrential rain suddenly became blindingly bright, and countless bolts of lightning radiated outward from where the dragon had been coiled.
The lightning rods atop every skyscraper