Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

The halo of the luminous white orb was compressed to less than five meters by the illusory energy. Cold sweat trickled down Xiao Song's jawline, and with each flicker of light in his palm, his body trembled violently: "The energy... can't hold... it can only last for five more minutes at most!"

Before the words were even finished, a piercing shriek suddenly echoed from the depths of the mist, carrying a chilling aura that seemed to penetrate to the bone. The red light in Shen Che's eyes instantly intensified, and the shadowy figures along the Shadow Hunting Path spread wildly beneath his feet, transforming into a spiderweb-like detection pattern, locking onto the three o'clock position. His voice was as cold as a knife: "They're here! Extremely fast, be on high alert!"

"boom!"

A black tentacle as thick as a bucket suddenly burst through the mist, carrying a putrid stench, and hurtled straight at Old Zhang's light brown barrier.

Spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the barrier. Old Zhang groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The veins in his arms bulged like writhing dragons, and the fabric of his clothes was stretched taut by his muscles: "It held!"

However, the erosion of the illusory energy was far more violent than expected. The cracks spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the barrier shattered in the next second. The black tentacles, with their remaining momentum, swept towards the middle of the group with their barbed tips.

"Be careful!"

Shen Che moved with ghostly speed, his Shadow Hunter short blade gleaming with a cold light, precisely striking the base of the tentacle. The instant the blade collided with the tentacle, the power of Shadow Hunter and illusory energy exploded, forcing Shen Che to stagger back three steps, his hands numb, and he nearly dropped the short blade.

Under the suppression of the advanced executor's domain, the power of the Great Dao was compressed to less than one-tenth of its original strength!

At the severed base of the tentacle, countless tiny tentacles instantly regenerated, like wildly growing poisonous vines, covered in sticky sap, and coiled around the nearby grove where the patient was concentrating on sensing.

As Kobayashi closed his eyes, trying to detect life signs from the teachers and students, he was suddenly caught off guard when tentacles wrapped around his ankle. The faint green light of his senses dimmed instantly, and he convulsed in pain: "Captain Shen! On the playground... a large number of teachers and students are enveloped in unknown energy!" He endured the excruciating pain, his senses piercing through the thick fog, "Most of them are still alive! But the executors are all operating outside the playground; their purpose doesn't seem to be killing!"

This speculation struck like a thunderbolt, instantly enveloping the entire room in confusion.

Top-tier high-level executors risked exposure to infiltrate Zhongzhou, not to eliminate the Guardians, but to trap nearly ten thousand defenseless teachers and students, yet they hesitated to kill them, instead sending only one executor to restrain them. There must be a deeper scheme behind this.

The executor who had just launched the attack suddenly broke through the fog and appeared, his body covered in glossy black texture and swirling with twisted, illusory energy.

Senior Li drew his longsword, its crimson blade slicing through the thick fog with a sharp whistling sound that resonated with runes, and slashed towards the executor: "Probe their strength!"

The blade clashed against the skin, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound and sparks flying. The executor was cleaved open with a deep wound that exposed bone, but black viscous fluid instantly gushed from the wound, from which several thin tentacles regenerated, wrapping around Senior Li's wrist.

Seeing that he couldn't break the deadlock quickly, Senior Li decisively withdrew his attack and returned to the team.

"freeze!"

A low shout came from the side of the group. Guardian Lao Han raised his hand and conjured several sharp blue ice spikes, which he aimed precisely at the Executor's wound. The moment the ice spikes pierced the wound, a burst of cold air erupted, the black slime instantly froze, and the regenerating tentacles were firmly locked in place by the ice spikes, unable to move.

Shen Che had no doubts about Senior Li's actions. He pushed the Shadow Hunting Dao to its limit, his figure transforming into three afterimages. His short blades drew cunning arcs, targeting the joints of the Executor's muscles. Old Zhang condensed the remaining barrier fragments into several shields, blocking the other attacking tentacles.

Just as the executor was beginning to falter and Shen Che was preparing to deliver the fatal blow, the fog suddenly surged even more violently, and an energy shock came from the side without warning, blasting Shen Che away.

The second Executor suddenly broke through the fog and appeared. It was smaller and dark gray in color. It had no obvious tentacles, but it could control the energy in the fog and throw out invisible blades. Each attack was accompanied by a sharp sound that tore through the air. It formed a pincer attack with the first Executor.

The Guardians were attacked from both sides, and the situation suddenly deteriorated: to protect the main force, Old Zhang was slashed on the back by an invisible blade, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone, and blood instantly stained his clothes; Old Han's energy was about to run out, the ice seal on the Executor's wound shattered, and more tentacles surged out wildly; Xiao Song's luminous white orb was like a candle flickering in the wind, sometimes bright and sometimes dim; Xiao Lin's perception light was getting weaker and weaker, and his consciousness was almost being eroded by the illusory energy.

Shen Che wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The shadowy figure beneath his feet materialized, the short blade gleaming with a resolute cold light: "Concentrate your firepower, take care of the skinny one first!"

He charged toward the executor who wielded the invisible blade, the shadow transforming into chains that bound its legs, the short blade piercing straight to its core.

Old Han used his last bit of energy to condense an ice shield in front of Shen Che, blocking the first executor's tentacle attack.

After a long period of inactivity, Senior Li suddenly slashed his long sword vertically, the crimson blade forcing back the first executor.

Just as Shen Che's short blade was about to pierce the core, a towering wave suddenly surged up from the fog!

An overwhelming, suffocating pressure pierced through, instantly freezing the air. The power of the Great Dao, like frozen water, stagnated to the point of near stagnation. Shen Che felt an invisible force imprisoning his consciousness, the short blade in his hand hovering in mid-air, unable to move.

Watching helplessly as the emaciated Executor was about to collapse and was enveloped by a cloud of gray mist, at the same time, the first Executor also took the opportunity to break free. The two black shadows flashed through the mist and escaped with the help of the advanced Executor.

Shen Che became even more cautious: "Executors never desert their posts; they must have a more important mission than eliminating us!"

The most powerful senior executives rescued their subordinates using only their intimidation, but they have yet to show themselves. There are also nearly ten thousand teachers and students trapped in unknown energy. What are they planning to do?

Meanwhile, the watchmen on the perimeter are in dire straits.

The curiosity of a few residents turned into a determined attempt to break in. Some climbed over the fence, shouting, "Something must have happened inside! My child is still inside!" Even more dangerously, the ethereal spirits that had been attracted by the aura leaked by the high-level executor but had not yet triggered their instincts were now showing signs of abnormality: the light mist on their necks condensed into thin lines, and their eyes gradually lost their luster...

"Stop them!" Old Chen roared, raising his megaphone as if to maintain order, while secretly pulling out a specially made stun gun from his waist and shoving it at the ground in front of a resident who insisted on trespassing. Sparks flew. "Danger zone! Come any closer and you'll face the consequences!"

The young Watcher beside Old Chen held back a Voidling about to mutate. The stun gun was stuck in the Voidling's shoulder, and the Voidling trembled. The light mist temporarily dissipated, but it was also completely enraged and pounced on the young Watcher.

The Watchers were attacked from both sides, having to both calm the panicked residents and suppress the mutated Voidlings: "We can't let them in!"

Through the fog, Shen Che led his team to the edge of the playground. The sight before them sent chills down everyone's spines—

Nearly ten thousand translucent, misty cocoons covered the ground, completely filling the playground. Each cocoon contained a teacher or student, their eyes closed, brows furrowed, faces with an eerie bluish-gray tinge, and the rise and fall of their chests so faint as to be almost imperceptible.

Gray patterns flowed along the walls of the misty cocoon, sharing the same energy source as the gray mist at the top of the playground. The intersection of the patterns glowed with a very faint red light, as if it were slowly absorbing something.