Sword Bearer, What Do You Think You Are?

Whether it was an invasion or the fallout from the Judgment power, the pollution within Satellite City No. 2 had been cut off.

Elsewhere in Qinggang, Kid had blocked the Mental Monsters that had rushed to the vicinity of High Wall City from outside.

Unless the Black Queen came in person, there was no way to break through the barrier Kid had set up around Qinggang.

Elsewhere, those ability users of unknown origin had already collided with the support forces arriving from every direction.

So, when all was said and done, there was only one focus of the pollution.

The world-class S-rank special pollution—Midnight Court.

Lu Xin floored the accelerator. The truck unleashed the super-performance it had originally been built for and sped toward the steel suspension bridge of Satellite City No. 2 in one breath. The bridge lowered in time, and Lu Xin charged straight out of Satellite City No. 2...

"Whoosh..."

Outside the city, Lu Xin saw the countless executioners packed densely together once again.

He did not hesitate. He simply stomped on the accelerator, and the truck roared through the crowd.

With maximum horsepower and an unyielding attitude, he charged toward the statue among the executioners.

Crack, crack, crack...

That was the sound of countless bones being crushed beneath the wheels.

It was truly strange. These people did not even have hearts, yet their bones could still be crushed beneath the wheels?

Or was this sound merely his own imagination?

It did not matter. He liked it either way.

An excited expression even appeared on Lu Xin's face. He slammed the accelerator down, his hands gripping the steering wheel as if it were the handle of a rotary machine gun. The wheels kicked up a trail of flying dust as he charged toward the projection of the