A Demigod Saves the Day, a Potential Crisis

Watching Evil Injury, every muscle in his body taut and bulging to its limit, Life Throat slowly tightened his grip.

Before coming here, he had been busy in Fate City Casino.

Then, without warning, his internet connection was cut off, and the lid of his gaming pod opened automatically.

He was about to start cursing when a notification from the Star Network arrived, informing him that Black Tide energy had infiltrated Earth and that he needed to go deal with it.

Realizing the situation was serious, he had rushed to the Arctic monitoring station to help.

Just as the Star Network had said, the Black Tide had arrived.

But the Evil Spirit Warrior who had come was no more than an insignificant pawn.

It was nothing like the Evil Spirit Warriors who could enter Monster World and had passed rigorous trials of talent.

He could wipe out an Evil Spirit like this with a wave of his hand.

At that moment, Evil Injury struggled more frantically than ever. Black Tide energy surged violently around him, the runes on his body lit up, and an unwilling growl rumbled in his throat. The veins in his restrained arm bulged, and his bones creaked, yet the blade less than an inch from Yu Chuan's forehead remained completely motionless, as if it had been cast in midair.

The power Life Throat released weighed on Evil Injury like a mountain. It not only locked his arm in place but spread through his meridians and across his body, making even breathing difficult.

Life Throat didn't spare him another glance. His gaze passed over the disheveled Evil Injury and turned toward the sky.

There, countless lesser evil spirits and blood slave warriors hovered in formation, their densely packed black figures blotting out the sky.

The moment Life