I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

Deep within his consciousness.

The once calm, pale golden spiritual ocean suddenly surged with towering waves.

A purple-gold flame rose from the core of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The fire of the spirit!

boom!

The flames spread instantly throughout his body along the path of his spiritual power.

The gray mist particles that had just invaded Shen Tian's meridians emitted a shriek like insects being burned the moment they came into contact with the flames.

Even outside the public eye.

Shen Tian's body was covered with a layer of almost transparent purple-gold light.

All the gray mist within a hundred meters of him was instantly refined by this flame and turned into nothingness.

Deep in the mist.

The stitched monster, which was originally preparing to use the cover to launch a surprise attack, froze completely.

From its perspective.

That tiny human being, at this moment, is like a sun rising in the darkness.

The radiating purple-gold waves made it feel as if its soul was being torn apart.

We must escape.

For the first time in the Frankenstein's chaotic consciousness, a clear will to survive emerged.

It let out a defiant roar.

Immediately, its enormous body began to liquefy rapidly.

It transformed into a massive gray streak of light, skimming the ground as it hurtled madly towards the distant deep forests.

This is a high-level secret technique similar to Blood Escape.

As long as it escapes into the deep mountains, it can slowly recover from its injuries by devouring a large number of low-level beasts.

That thick, gray fog, like a soft-bodied monster crawling out of an ancient abyss, instantly swallowed up the battlefield within a radius of several thousand meters.

The air became as heavy as glue.

Shen Tian hovered in mid-air.

The Garuda wings on his back suddenly trembled, and his figure drew an arc, a streak of gray light.

We absolutely cannot let it get away.

Lei Wanshan stood in the gray fog, his eyes wide open.

"I hope Master Shen will be alright."

Lei Wanshan's voice carried a hint of anxiety that even he himself didn't realize.

The low-grade spiritual weapon in his hand trembled violently, and lightning danced erratically on the surface of the blade, yet it could not illuminate the void five meters in front of him.

Zhang Yue, standing next to him, was also deathly pale.

His senses were extremely compressed; what was originally a sense that could cover the entire battle zone could now only be limited to a range of less than ten meters around his body.

It felt like having your eyes gouged out and your ears cut off.

"Old Lei, don't be impulsive."

Zhang Yueqiang suppressed the pounding in his heart.

"There's something dirty in that fog."

As the general who had guarded Fengcheng for many years, his intuition for danger was astonishingly sharp.

Lei Wanshan, however, wouldn't listen to a word.

The image of Shen Tian being smashed to pieces by that giant stitched monster kept flashing through his mind.

Even though he witnessed Shen Tian rebuild his physical body, his preconceived notion that "geniuses are easily broken" was being amplified infinitely by the gray fog.

"fart!"

Lei Wanshan roared.

"Master Shen is a national treasure of China!"

"His fate is unknown down there, and we two old folks are just standing here watching the show?"

"That beast is severely injured and is at its weakest point right now. If it sets up an ambush in the mist, even if Master Shen is incredibly powerful, he will suffer a great loss!"

Lei Wanshan's words were full of aggression.

He was unaware that his rationality was gradually slipping away.

Looking at Zhang Yue's hesitant expression, he felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

"Zhang Yue, are you afraid of dying?"

Lei Wanshan's tone became harsh.

"Do you think that once you've defended Wind City and secured your credit, you're no longer willing to risk your life?"

Zhang Yue suddenly turned his head.

Deep within his pupils, a faint, extremely subtle gray pattern had appeared.

The patterns looked like countless tiny snakes, slithering around the edge of his pupils.

"Lei Wanshan, watch your words."

Zhang Yue's voice also turned somber.

"I am the supreme commander here, and I am responsible for the remaining three thousand brothers."

"Master Shen is incredibly powerful; even he might not be able to handle this problem. What's the point of us jumping down here if we're just throwing our lives away?"

Lei Wanshan laughed wildly.

His laughter carried far through the quiet and eerie gray fog.

"What a responsible person!"

"What a cowardly and self-serving supreme commander!"

"The thing I regret most in my life is coming here with you to defend this Broken Wind City!"

Lei Wanshan is no longer the "Greedy Wolf of Fengcheng" who puts the overall situation first.

In his consciousness, the negative emotions that had been suppressed were now growing wildly under the nourishment of the gray fog.

Zhang Yue's years of control over him, the friction between their personalities, and even a decision-making error by Zhang Yue in a battle many years ago...

These dust particles, which should have been carried away by the wind, now resemble malignant tumors that are taking root and sprouting.

"If you want to go and die, I'll grant your wish."

Zhang Yue slowly drew the sword from his waist.

The sword that had been with him for many years was now covered in a layer of gray shadow.

"But if you dare to disrupt the morale of my troops, don't blame me for showing no mercy."

The two men's auras clashed violently on the city wall.

boom!

One of the nearby arrow towers could not withstand this level of pressure and collapsed instantly.

The gray mist swirled around them, as if it were screaming wildly.

"Fuck your morale!"

Lei Wanshan let out a low growl like a wild beast.

He could no longer suppress the violence within him.

Step out.

His body shot into the bottomless gray fog like a cannonball.

Zhang Yue stared in the direction where Lei Wanshan had disappeared, his facial muscles twitching incessantly.

He felt that Lei Wanshan's look just now was mocking him.

It was mocking him, this coward, this coward who dared not face the darkness.

Once this thought arises, it's like a floodgate being opened.

"Lei Wanshan, you want to be a hero, and so do I!"

Zhang Yue also leaped down the city wall, chasing after the bolt of lightning.

The two of them instantly plunged into the depths of the gray fog.

The feeling of weightlessness didn't last long.

When their feet touched the ground, the world before them had completely changed.

The soil here is gray.

The surrounding ruins and broken walls are gray.

Even the passing wind carried a rotten smell.

Lei Wanshan was running wildly.

He has completely lost track of Shen Tian.

But he could sense an aura he found extremely repulsive from a certain direction within the thick fog.

That's Zhang Yue.

Why is that guy surnamed Zhang still following me?

Is he planning to stab himself in the back?

He must be jealous that Master Shen helped me reforge the spirit weapon, so he wanted to get rid of me in the mist and then take over the sword!

"Old Zhang, what are you doing following me?"

Lei Wanshan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned around.

That once bold face was now covered by a layer of bluish-gray air, making it look exceptionally ferocious.

Zhang Yue stopped ten meters away from Lei Wanshan.

He held the knife with one hand, his chest heaving violently.

"This fog... is strange."

Zhang Yue, clinging to the last shred of his sanity, gritted his teeth and said.

"Lei Wanshan, let's retreat quickly."

"Master Shen doesn't need our help; we're the ones in the most danger!"

His voice was intermittent, clearly indicating that he was engaged in an extreme mental struggle.

But to Lei Wanshan, these words took on a completely different meaning.

What he heard was:

"Lei Wanshan, your sword doesn't belong to you, and your life doesn't belong to you either. Kneel down obediently and hand over the spiritual weapon to me."

"Want my knife?"

Lei Wanshan let out a maniacal laugh.

"Then let's see if you're lucky enough to get it!"

boom!

Lei Wanshan made a move.

With a powerful and heavy slash, lightning extended for more than ten meters along the blade, forcibly cleaving a gap in the viscous gray mist.

It was aimed at Zhang Yue's neck.

Zhang Yue's eyes instantly became bloodshot, turning into two murky rubies.

The last line of defense in the subconscious collapsed.

anger.

Extreme anger.

How much did he sacrifice for this comrade-in-arms?

Ten years of defending the city, sharing life and death.

Now, this old buddy actually harbors murderous intent towards him because of this unfounded suspicion?

"Since you're crazy, I'll knock some sense into you!"

Zhang Yue no longer suppressed the power within his body.

The air around him seemed to freeze instantly.

The power of a fifth-tier peak cultivator was unleashed without reservation.

when.

The two swords clashed, sparks flying into the gray mist, which unexpectedly triggered a strange explosion.

These two brothers were once so close that they could entrust their backs to each other.

In that dark, foggy cage, a life-or-death struggle with no bottom line began.

And a few kilometers away from them.

The liquefied, escaped stitched monster was speeding along the cracks in the ground.

Its body was still dripping gray slime.

Sudden.

A dark purple bolt of lightning descended from the sky without warning.

stab.

The lightning bolt, like a red-hot spear, precisely struck the gray stream of light in front of it.

The earth instantly turned into glass.

The shockwave generated by the extreme heat swept away the smog within a radius of 100 meters.

Shen Tian hovered in mid-air.

His golden-blue wings were fully spread, blocking all paths in front of the monster.

He was holding the 1.5-meter-long Heavenly Punishment Battle Blade upside down in his right hand.

On the edge of a blade.

Thunder and fire leap.

"You run very fast."

Shen Tian looked down from his high vantage point.

The Frankenstein monster was forced to stop.

Its liquid body writhed on the ground, piecing together that extremely ugly outline.

The newly grown black snake head flicked its tongue in terror.