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Two armed guards strode forward, each grabbing one of the trembling shoulders and gently helping him up.

—A slippery human skin?

Dark red minced meat mixed with colorful pieces of offal sprayed out suddenly, like a downpour, soaking them from head to toe.

Amidst the pervasive stench and foul odor, a hideous, dark golden shadow burst forth, flashing past like lightning into the distance.

The guards remained frozen in place, as if they had turned into statues, until after a moment, their bodies, marked by crisscrossing lines of blood, scattered into chunks of flesh on the ground.

At the same time, similar scenes broke out collectively, with many strange beasts and soldiers suddenly appearing out of thin air and launching a deadly attack on the guards and guests.

In an instant, waves of blood surged, the air thick with the stench of blood and killing intent. Screams of agony rose and fell, only to be quickly drowned out by the even more intense sounds of battle. Firelight and shadow intertwined, transforming the decadent paradise into a terrifying battlefield of carnage.

Despite suffering heavy casualties due to the suddenness of the attack, they were fighting on their home turf. After a brief moment of panic, the powerful individuals with their unique abilities immediately rose up to fight back.

"Purgatory Impact!"

Crimson flames and black smoke swirled and swept across, while a surge of frenzied elemental energy swept past, crushing the hazy humanoid figure wielding the longsword into a cloud of yin energy.

Before the fiery-skinned demon warlock could even catch his breath, his entire head snapped into his chest with a crack, leaving only his curved horns sticking out.

As if casually swatting a fly, the Yaksha demon general swung his hand back and tore another ghoul in two. The mangled corpse, dripping with black, foul blood, lashed out and knocked down two vampires.

Then, the giant hand pushed horizontally, unleashing a string of corrosive, emerald-green lightning bolts that sent the attacking troops sprawling like scattered bowling pins.

Its towering shadow is mysterious and agile, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. It targets the elite among its opponents, and its incomparably powerful physique combined with the confined space makes it invincible in the face of adversity.

Disheveled people jostled and scrambled to escape, their pretentious airs, nurtured by wealth and power, long since cast into the gutter. A few weaker individuals stumbled and fell, only to be trampled upon by countless large feet.

"Stop him! Stop him!"

It seemed that the hysterical shouting had an effect, as the bronze-armored demonic figure suddenly slowed down, as if its hands and feet were burdened with a thousand-pound weight.

In the distance, a young man with a blood-covered face appeared, casting a blank and empty gaze. On his ethereal spirit head, a bronze arrow pierced through his brain, its tip gleaming with an eerie light, radiating a stubborn and willful curse power.

call--!

The yellowish corpse aura swirled and stirred up a fierce wind. The ghost general [Jiesen] took a step forward, instantly traversing dozens of meters, and threw a punch carrying wind and thunder.

Several twisted and bendable white ribbons flew over, and the invisible force field around them instantly changed from light to heavy, making this punch, which was enough to kill demons and ghosts, crooked and posed no threat.

The ghostly girl, dressed in a gorgeous white ballet dress, danced gracefully on her tiptoes, while more ribbons swung out from the tassels of her skirt, extending lightly and wrapping around her.

With a heavy wooden shackle around her neck, the old woman, her face festering, knelt and bowed her head, moving her body timidly...

The boy, his face half-shattered and brain matter spilling out, brandished a blood-stained baseball bat, charging like an enraged lion...

One by one, powerful undead appeared on the dim battlefield, some staggering, some roaring, some whimpering. They transformed all their resentment and unwillingness into indescribable and strange power, joining forces to fight the Yaksha ghost general to a standstill.

Chapter 459 Plum Blossoms Rejoice Amidst the Snow

"Aries, Gemini, Libra, and Leo have already blocked the enemy; Scorpio and Sagittarius are on their way..."

With the situation easing slightly, the person in charge breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the communicator at hand, and prepared to report the damage to his superiors.

His fingers hovered over the buttons, his face ashen, and he seemed hesitant.

This is not the only place of enjoyment on the island. The most distinguished tycoons, who are also among the behind-the-scenes rulers of the club, also have other more upscale and private spaces.

Even so, the guests here are no ordinary people. If a large number of casualties occur, the consequences will be catastrophic, and the entire security department will be held accountable.

Thinking about the impending horrific accountability proceedings, he felt uneasy and almost had the urge to secretly flee.

However, in that moment of hesitation, his assistant cried out in panic again. Pointing at the magical device that was continuously processing the information, he stammered:

"A subtle control spell has been discovered. That thing... that thing is just someone's summoned creature!"

The person in charge was startled; a strong chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

...It really is an ice cave!

A tiny speck of white frost, as fine as dust, appeared on the ceiling where the temperature had suddenly dropped, swirling lightly and settling on the tip of the man's nose.

A fleeting, chilling pain vanished in an instant. He mechanically raised his head to the sky, suddenly realizing something, and a terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

If a mere group of undead minions can cause such a commotion, why has the enemy's true form persisted in hiding until now?

A hoarse groan was squeezed out of his chest.

"Quick, use the Demon Eye! It's up there; he wants to... kill us all!"

As light swept across the transparent screen, the camera angle shifted, and numerous magical eyeballs crafted from quartz crystals, agate, and tourmaline floated and danced in the air, faithfully reflecting the external scene.

At six or seven o'clock in early summer, when the sun is setting over the sea and the rosy clouds linger, the scene is unusually dim, with the last rays of light completely gone.

The wind howled, the vegetation lay dormant, and gusts of cold air roamed freely, relentlessly intruding into the thick moisture rising from the tropical seas. The invisible cold wind suddenly took form, turning into thick, heavy white fog, shrouding the mountains and mountains in mist and obscuring the frost-covered branches, creating a dreamlike and enchanting scene.

Thick, dark clouds had quietly gathered, covering the sky and seemingly casting an endless, inky curtain between heaven and earth, swallowing up all the light.

As the clouds converged, the entire island seemed to be separated from the world, falling alone into a dark and gloomy place.

In the eerie stillness, only a massive, eggshell-shaped, azure light flickered, adding a unique splash of color to the monotonous background.

Upon receiving the message moments earlier, the defense system covering the entire island was activated immediately. Just like the base of any supernatural organization, the defense area here is naturally not limited to guest rooms.

Silent glimmers of light silently emanated from within the clouds, falling gently and steadily.

The six-pointed frosty snowflakes spun and tumbled, descending into the world with the air currents. Darkness should have obscured people's vision, but a cool glow shone through the snowflakes, reflecting a different kind of meaning.

That was a sense of purity, a sense of solemnity, and a sense of joy.

Purity conceals filth and restores the earth to its pristine state;

The ruthless action is to eradicate filth and sweep away all harmful pests;

What brings joy is a clear mind, a sense of righteousness, and a refreshing breeze that seems to travel a thousand miles!

Zhu Mingyao held a wide-mouthed, long-necked white jade pot in his hands, stood in the void high in the sky, and watched the last ray of light merge into the clouds.

All nine Green Maiden Talismans inside the Flying Jade Pot were unleashed. Combined with his current strength, the mountains and seas within a radius of several kilometers were frozen solid, and even ghosts and gods could not escape!

Zhu Mingyao stuffed a bottle of pills into his stomach like he was eating fried beans, replenishing his depleted magical power. His smile was cold, yet also very happy.

I'm really happy.

A person's personality is determined by their upbringing.

Although outwardly he appears to have long since integrated into this new world after several years of living here, having family, friends, and a lover.

But only Zhu Mingyao himself knew that his past life still governed his soul.

In the dead of night, he would sometimes have a moment of delirium, thinking that it was all just a game.

"It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature." Putting aside his profound Taoist magic, the logic and values ​​deep in his mind are, to a large extent, still those of a simple Chinese college student.

Social rules, interpersonal relationships, the overall situation... all sorts of messy rules and regulations are like indelible imprints on the minds of people who have lived for a long time in a peaceful environment without individual strongmen.

This explains why, despite possessing extraordinary power that is nearly top-tier in this world, he is often hesitant and indecisive in his daily actions.

He can laugh and rave, he can slay demons and monsters, he can flirt with girls, but when it comes to breaking something and bearing the consequences, he always instinctively wants to take a roundabout approach.

But this time is different.

That kind of darkness, as deep as an abyss, and the inhumane shadow of evil, were just distant urban legends to the ordinary people of the past.

But today, the stark reality is laid bare before him, a bloody truth that questions Zhu Mingyao's very soul.

—The background here goes without saying, and it's clear that it involves a huge problem. Do you still want to use those so-called "rational" and normal methods to solve it, just like before?

“Rationality…?” He suddenly laughed louder.

"Seriously, I've already time-traveled, and I'm still not a law-abiding, model citizen."

His body surging with true qi, surrounded by the gods within his Yellow Court inner vision, Zhu Mingyao grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and once again fondly recalled the words he had spoken when he first stepped out of the sewers and witnessed the new world after his transmigration:

"They come, the security!"

This time, however, it was no longer a self-comforting attempt to remain calm amidst confusion, but a firm declaration of a clear and true heart.

He pried open his bright red tongue and let out a clear, resounding laugh that reached the clouds. Carrying a mighty celestial wind, he transformed into a thunderbolt and struck the massive magic array light screen.

At that very moment, outside the sunken building below, groups of people also arrived from all directions of the island to provide support.

A gray-robed wizard floated in the air, charging at the forefront, when suddenly he felt a chill on his cheek. He looked up warily to observe, but before he could figure out what was happening, a sharp, icy numbness quickly spread across his face.

His expression shifted from confusion to fear, and various dispelling spells flashed wildly as he struggled to call for help.

However, what was reflected in his eyes was a golden lightning bolt that snaked like a divine dragon, and then, with a deafening roar that seemed to destroy everything, the defensive system protecting the island collapsed silently.

Billions of snowflakes poured down in all directions like a landslide and a tsunami!

Any creature touched, whether it was a human spellcaster with its shield fully activated, a dark creature with a body as strong as steel, or a ghostly entity immune to ordinary freezing, was all instantly turned into ice sculptures, which then scattered into pure white frost.

Only the few with the highest skill level and best equipment managed to hold out until that belated lament reached their ears:

"Some scum in this world don't deserve to live..."

Chapter 460 It's not surprising that flies freeze to death.

The cold front surged like waves, and the blizzard raged like a landslide.

The six-petaled ice flowers that stretch to the sky and reach the earth swept across the landscape, instantly transforming the lush tropical seascape into a northern scene, a silver-clad wonderland, exceptionally enchanting.

The magnificent villa courtyards and lush gardens have vanished without a trace.

The biting wind whipped up layers of frost and mist, as if only a vast expanse of desolation remained between heaven and earth. The crowd that had just hurriedly gathered there had left no trace of its existence.

Having let go of the subconscious constraints and self-limitations that had always bound him, the young cultivator finally revealed the immense power that should be present when combined with the world's top extraordinary inheritances and treasures.

With a single strike, a thousand troops were annihilated!

Not only that, but hundreds of sharp, crystalline ice crystals manifested as Frost Sky Swords, shooting through the air and piercing deep into the ground, penetrating the hidden passageways of those buildings.

Amidst the heavy, rumbling thud, the deep, crisscrossing gaps, resembling the patterns on a tortoise shell, were soon covered by a layer of dusty, white soil.

When these movements reached the battlefield below, they immediately materialized into a catastrophic disaster!

"puff!"

Frozen guests covered the ground, writhing comically like puppets. Golden high heels rose and fell, trampling over them and leaving trails of scarlet blood.

Ignoring the injured man's groans, the woman swung her long legs, the scalding heat swirling like a knife, tearing through the cold air blocking her way, and rushed towards the door of the safe house like a gust of wind.

Power does not discriminate based on the class of its possessor. Among those with sufficient status and access to relevant resources, there are also a few who embark on the path of the extraordinary.