"CNM! Pao Ge Society, anyone willing to die, charge with me!"
"Ji Family disciples, draw your blades! Cut down anyone who stops us entering the city!"
"Black Mountain Town, raise the coffins! Kill the enemy!"
"Overlord Stronghold, leave the island, spare no one! Slaughter them!"
"Lei Zi Corps!"
"Here!"
"Remember the mission you accepted. Cut off the aliens' heads and take them back to collect your pay!"
"Masks on-kill!"
The three factions' coalition forces swept forward unstoppably.
Old Ninth lunged at Ruan Huaimin, punching out a hundred-meter phantom of a True Dragon.
The earthen wall shattered.
Ruan Huaimin looked worriedly back at the chaotic troops behind him, his heart sinking into despair.
"It's over."
Ruan Xing leaned weakly against the gate.
The enemy's morale soared, while their side could barely even assemble now.
Every Awakened below the third awakening had been poisoned.
They had never seen this poison before and did not even know how it had been administered.
Everyone poisoned turned black, with black blood streaming from their seven orifices.
"Don't touch anyone who's been poisoned!"
Someone soon noticed the pattern.
Anyone who touched the poisoned became infected.
This was not poison.
It was a plague.
Ruan Huaimin no longer had any attention to spare for his troops.
Old Ninth's attacks struck like a tempest, every punch hammering flesh.
"CNM! Ruan Huaimin, stick your head over here and take my punch!"
Thirteen joined the fight, keeping Ruan Huaimin firmly in his sights alongside Ji Min.
He was the pillar of faith for the Ruan Family, and indeed the entire Gathering Zone.
Once he died, the hundreds of thousands in the Gathering Zone would be lambs awaiting slaughter.
"Stay away from the poisoned! Separate them! Everyone else, charge forward! We have to block the gate!"
Standing behind the gate, Ruan