"White Lord..."
Wu De's eyes were red-rimmed as he clung desperately to the icy gate crack, taking in the brutal battlefield through the narrow slit.
The mad residents of the city surged forward in layer upon layer, an endless sea of people swallowing most of his view.
Bai Ye stood amid the crowd, slaughtering without pause.
Yet the enemies seemed impossible to kill, impossible to eradicate—endless and inexhaustible.
Watching that figure in the black-and-gold trench coat bear every risk for him, Wu De felt as though an invisible hand had clenched his heart tight. Suffocating anxiety and guilt nearly drowned him.
"Think of something... There has to be a way to help White Lord... There has to be!"
"Think, damn it!!" he snarled under his breath, repeatedly hammering his own head with his fist.
Each blow was heavier than the last. Dull impacts echoed behind the empty city gate, clumsy and despairing.
"Wu De, haven't you always called yourself smart!? Aren't you the Apocalypse Chairman?! Where the hell is your brain!?"
Just then, a flash of lightning tore through the chaos of his thoughts.
Wu De shuddered violently, his hand freezing in midair before it could strike his head again.
"The Outer City!"
He swiftly turned around and looked toward the dilapidated Dawn Outer City, its streets covered in bite marks.
A glimmer of light slowly appeared in his bloodshot eyes.
He had thought of a way!
This was Apocalypse! White Lord's Apocalypse!!
On their own turf, could they really lose to outsiders when it came to numbers?
The Inner City residents no longer recognized Apocalypse because they had consumed Soul Meat for so long, fulfilling some condition that allowed them to enter the Inner City and become residents under Azure Dragon's rule.
It was like being reborn. They had