The Ox Seat! (Happy Lunar New Year, everyone!)

Fang Yue hadn't learned any footwork, so his kick was nothing special.

If he didn't need to rescue people first, and everyone below would be in danger if he left, he would have rushed up long ago to finish off the enemy while it was down.

But even without pursuing it, Fang Yue had driven the Sticky Cotton Anomaly back twice with such ease that it had begun to fear him.

Seeing Fang Yue's results, Dou Hongyi and the others were encouraged and worked even harder to pull people out from below.

As soon as they got someone free, they hurried them away from the giant wall of hands beneath their feet.

In just this short time, they had rescued half the people.

Most of them were Martial Artists with Martial Path abilities.

They had a strong will to survive and the ability to escape quickly.

The rest were ordinary civilians, who were relatively harder to rescue, but the effort was proceeding steadily.

With Fang Yue holding the line, everyone felt much more at ease.

Splash.

The Night Rain falling from the black ring had officially advanced from [Steady] to [Light Rain].

Fine raindrops fell ceaselessly onto Fang Yue's head.

But he didn't even glance at them. He only watched the Sticky Cotton Anomaly in the distance, his gaze cold.

"Gugugugu."

The Sticky Cotton Anomaly merged into the ground of the giant wall and disappeared.

That trick again?

Fang Yue furrowed his brow and closed his eyes.

The wind howled past his ears.

The air currents spread in every direction with the wind.

Before long, Fang Yue sensed the Sticky Cotton Anomaly growing denser beneath him, its form beginning to shift violently.

As he opened his eyes, he saw the Sticky Cotton Anomaly emerging from among the people below.

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