The night sky was empty.
All that remained was Sun Yao's face, contorted with extreme rage.
"Lock down the entire city!"
The chilling roar transformed into a tangible sonic wave, sweeping across the entire city lord's mansion.
"Find him even if you have to dig three feet into the ground!"
boom!
Dozens of powerful figures soared into the sky from various parts of the mansion, transforming into streaks of light that shot towards all directions of the City of Calamity and Chaos.
The entire guard force of the city lord's mansion was mobilized at this moment.
Sun Yao stood atop the ruins, his terrifying aura of the Earth Realm First Level causing the surrounding space to hum. He looked down at the ground beneath his feet, which had been plowed by the energy storm.
Amidst the violent self-destruction, a few barely perceptible disturbances appeared at the nodes of the grand formation.
Although it's harmless, it's still a provocation.
A blatant provocation, right in front of him, trampling wantonly on his foundation!
The murderous intent in his heart almost solidified into a tangible form.
In the depths of a dark alleyway in City of Calamity and Chaos.
Wu Lin dragged the nearly exhausted Hu Yuanyuan as they ran desperately through the maze-like buildings.
Behind them, the shouts and whooshing sounds of the city lord's guards grew closer and closer.
"Brother Wu... I can't run anymore..." Hu Yuanyuan gasped for breath, her face covered in tears and despair.
Wu Lin's recently recovered internal True Qi had long been exhausted, and he was only able to keep going by sheer willpower.
Just as the two were about to be caught, a figure flashed out from the shadows like a ghost and blocked their way.
Wu Lin suffered a sudden cardiac arrest and instinctively shielded Hu Yuanyuan behind him.
"If you want to live, come with me!"
The newcomer was dressed in a black dress; it was Sun Xin. Her voice was extremely low, carrying an undeniable urgency.
Wu Lin was taken aback, but his survival instinct left him no time to think and he could only follow closely.
Sun Xin clearly knew the city's alleys like the back of her hand. She led the two of them, weaving left and right, and quickly shook off their pursuers, heading north of the city.
After an incense stick had burned, the three of them stopped at the edge of the Rotting Swamp.
Thick, swirling miasma emanated a nauseating, fishy stench.
"Go in and hide inside, don't come out," Sun Xin said quickly, pointing to the desolate wasteland. "My father's foundation is damaged; he dares not easily provoke what's inside."
After saying that, she didn't pause for a moment, turned around, and disappeared back into the darkness of the city.
She had to return to the manor before her father found out.
Wu Lin and Hu Yuanyuan stood there, looking at the swamp before them that terrified them even more than the dungeon of the city lord's mansion. They then glanced back at the brightly lit, murderous City of Calamity and Chaos.
Wolves in front, tigers behind.
They had nowhere to retreat.
Meanwhile, in a secluded tavern somewhere in the city.
A figure dressed in a blood-red robe, with a scarlet cat-face mask covering his face, was toying with a wine glass in his hand.
Opposite him, a gaunt old man shrouded in black mist let out a hoarse laugh.
" Blood Cat, your ally's residence is certainly bustling with activity."
Blood Cat, an elder of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall, merely snorted upon hearing this.
"The oppressive aura of a powerful Earth Realm expert, along with... a very domineering lightning technique, and a... will to suppress all things." Elder Deadwood, the person from the Demon God Cult, continued his analysis, "Who did Sun Yao fight? The commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau?"
"It doesn't seem like it." Blood Cat shook his head. "The people from the Demon Suppression Bureau Division use orthodox and peaceful techniques. That power just now was filled with destruction and Sha Qi, more like a demonic technique."
"Interesting." Elder Deadwood's laughter grew even drier. "An uncontrollable variable has appeared on our altar. Tell me, is this good or bad for our grand plan?"
Blood Cat didn't answer; he simply downed the drink in his glass.
The wine glass was Soundless crushed into powder by his fingertips.
A rocky beach a hundred miles away.
puff!
Su Yu's figure crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out another mouthful of dark golden blood.
The backlash from the self-destruction of the Pagoda Demonic Manifestation was far more severe than he had imagined.
His bones felt as if they had been crushed and forcibly pieced back together, each breath accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain. His meridians were ruptured inch by inch, and the Myriad Manifestations Prison-Suppressing Intent within his dantian had withered to the extreme.
This is the most serious injury he has suffered since his debut.
Without pausing, he pulled out a handful of healing pills from his pocket, stuffed them all into his mouth without even looking at them, and then forcibly activated the " Pagoda Demonic Baleful Intent Art," squeezing out the last bit of life force from his body to repair the wounds inside.
In my mind, however, I was frantically reviewing the events.
Sun Yao's power is more concentrated and more oppressive than that of the thousand-year-old crocodile demon.
But he dared not go all out.
The grand formation beneath the city lord's mansion was his Achilles' heel and his Achilles' heel.
This is the key to breaking the deadlock!
As long as he can withstand Sun Yao's attacks and continue to pose a threat to the formation, Sun Yao will inevitably be hesitant to act rashly.
Su Yu's thoughts were cold and clear.
This embarrassing situation is a prelude to the next fatal blow.
He must recover as soon as possible and become stronger.
The Blood Sacrifice Grand Formation is about to be activated; he doesn't have much time left.
He forced himself to stand up, checked his bearings, and then his figure blurred into a blurry afterimage as he shot towards the Rotting Swamp.
There, his pawns are located, and it is also his only hiding place at present.
The edge of Rotting Swamp.
Despite his severe injuries, Su Yu finally arrived at his destination.
The thick miasma hit him, causing his already chaotic blood and qi to surge.
He leaned against a twisted, dead tree, breathing heavily.
Not far away, two figures were watching him warily.
It's Wu Lin and Hu Yuanyuan.
When they saw the figure emerging from the darkness, both of them froze.
The newcomer's black clothes were already soaked in blood, torn in many places, revealing dark golden skin and horrific wounds underneath. With each step he took, he left a trail of dark red bloody footprints on the ground.
The face hidden in the shadow of the straw hat was deathly pale.
Wu Lin's hand rested on the hilt of the knife, his body tense.
But when he saw Su Yu's appearance clearly and felt the aura on his body that, though weak, was still incredibly domineering, an absurd thought that he himself could not believe exploded in his mind.
A devastating explosion at the city lord's mansion.
The overwhelming rage of a powerful cultivator at the Earth Realm.
The young man before me... was severely injured.
Could it be...?
Su Yu finally reached the two of them, but could no longer hold on. He swayed and braced himself against a withered tree beside him with one hand.
He raised his head and looked at Wu Lin.
Wu Lin's lips moved, but the question that lingered in his mind could not be uttered.
He uttered only one word, his voice trembling.
"You..."