Wu De's lips trembled. His clenched fists slowly slackened in helplessness.
But what could I do if I stayed? Other than holding White Lord back, I would be useless.
In the end, he lowered his head deeply and obeyed the most unbearable order of his life.
"Yes, White Lord..."
Wu De turned and left, carrying a heart full of unwillingness and rage at his own incompetence.
Bai Ye glanced at Wu De's retreating back, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the enemies pouring in from all directions.
Rolling his wrists, he sighed and walked toward them.
"My disaster-plagued Apocalypse! Forget it. It wasn't the first time Apocalypse had been destroyed. It was probably used to it by now."
He suddenly accelerated.
Boom!!
Bai Ye was like a road roller driven to its absolute limit, smashing people and houses alike into the air.
Even without Transcendence, the few of them were like humanoid mechs, unstoppable amid the crowd. Not one enemy could stand against them.
It was entirely close-quarters combat, without any flashy moves—just pure brute force!
The only thing they had to watch out for was the Soul Technology. Even being hit would not hurt them, but it would hasten the depletion of their mental power.
In only a few moments, this entire district had been reduced to ruins.
It was not that they had deliberately caused destruction. The construction here was simply shoddy, crumbling at the slightest touch.
The battle spread over a wide area, yet strangely, none of the pedestrians on the streets fled. Instead, their eyes glowed green as they stared fixedly at the mangled corpses on the ground.
At last, one man could no longer hold back. Like a wild beast, he pounced on a corpse and began tearing into it with great bites.
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