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Earth Immortal Realm, Xia City.

"Old Zhu!"

It was Zhao Hua, an Immortal Realm cultivator of the Zhao Family. His entire body was drenched in blood, dao patterns flickering across his flesh. Yet a massive gash had been torn open at his waist and abdomen, terrible powers entwining within it and preventing it from healing.

That power was extremely peculiar. It was clearly sword intent, yet it bore the qualities of flesh, blood, and life, ceaselessly corroding him.

The smile vanished from Zhu Chongba's face. His fat body was covered in wounds, but the most horrifying thing was that three areas of his body had not merely been injured—they had grown enormous fleshy tumors. Each tumor had a face upon it, wearing an expression of incomparable agony. They were deeply rooted in Zhu Chongba's body, fused completely with his flesh and blood.

The tumors were infecting Zhu Chongba's body every second of every moment. And with every infection, the faces on the tumors grew even more tormented, letting out incomparably miserable wails.

Suppressing the sounds, he looked at the Zhao Family Immortal Realm cultivator who had arrived and said softly, "Old Zhao, how is it?"

"The evacuation on the Mortal Realm side has been completed. Most of them were preserved."

"Is that so? Good, then. What about Old Zhang?"

"His whereabouts are unknown. After suddenly appearing and handing the Apricot Yellow Banner to Old An, he immediately tore through the air and left, charging into the Black Domain."

"Is that so..."

"Old Zhu, let's go." With some difficulty, Zhao Hua raised his head and looked outside.

Red. A sea of scarlet.

Xia City, brimming with technological flair and modernity, a city that had been continuously expanded ever since construction began two hundred years ago, a symbol of the Xia Kingdom's