I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

Faced with such a thing, even a first-tier old Ding was powerless to fight back.

The pale, hooded Night Watchman's claws lunged at the straight-faced creature. The moment the claws gripped its shoulders, the tips cut into flesh, hissing white smoke rising from them.

But the other side didn't budge.

The next moment, an extremely strong polluting odor suddenly surged from its body, so intense that the young Night's Watchmen behind the Hooded Man immediately retched.

The contamination traveled back up the claws to the pale white figure, forcing the claws to retract for a moment.

The hooded Night's Watchman's face darkened.

He had fought against a fourth-tier opponent in the battle of the Gray Pact Society and considered himself one of the best among the fourth-tier opponents, but the pressure he felt from this thing was far beyond what a fourth-tier opponent could match.

The man with the straight face dropped the corpse in his hand and took the first step toward him.

"It's just a pity that my extraordinary abilities are immune to pollution..."

At the junction of the inner and outer cities, there is another sinkhole.

This place was originally guarded by Rake, but Rake was seriously injured, so the second Hooded Watchman guarded it alone for the time being.

This sinkhole was extremely dangerous, with ghouls pouring out in an endless stream. He had just killed a huge chimera and was now squatting somewhat haggardly beside the sinkhole.

His flesh and blood were gradually recovering. His hands, which were originally just bare bones, were now covered with a thin layer of flesh and blood, making them look somewhat comical.

He crouched there, staring down.

Just now, the ghouls that should have rushed out suddenly stopped and turned back at the same moment, leaving none behind. Even the huge chimeras seemed to have received some kind of order and stopped surging upwards.

He wanted to ask what had happened, but the communication crystal had been interfered with by the thick fog and could only make a hissing noise.

He took the crystal out and put it back in, changing its orientation, but there was still no reaction.

He raised his head, looked at the white mist, and his lips moved.

His eyes suddenly sharpened.

A figure slowly emerged from the white mist, covered in blood, with exposed flesh and no skin, and a horizontal line on its face.

He recognized him at a glance; he was a special individual.

The hooded Night's Watchman's expression turned serious.

How could something like this appear in the inner city? Could something have happened at the sinkhole in the old convention square?

Before the thought even finished, the flesh and skin on his shoulder exploded and peeled off in rings, revealing layers of sharp teeth made of flesh underneath, extending from his shoulder all the way to his fingertips, trembling slightly in the white mist.

He stood still, without taking a single step back.

The man with the straight face stopped less than ten steps away from him, the crack on his face slightly opening, his eyes flashing in the mist.

The Hooded Night's Watch made the first move.

The fleshy arm, made of blades, slashed towards the chest of the man with the straight face, the tips of the teeth cutting into the flesh and tearing out a patch of dark red dust.

But that thing made no attempt to hide, because it was covered in endless pollution.

The moment the blades pierced its body, the contamination flowed back along the blades, climbing all the way up the Hooded Watchman's flesh and blood.

He seemed oblivious to the corruption he was being subjected to, advancing instead of retreating, with more and more flesh peeling off his body to join the slaughter.

Two figures collided in the white mist, the sounds of flesh being torn apart and churned mingling together.

The outer edge of the city.

The massive mechanical body of the Great Ascendant stood on the street closest to the city gate in the outer city.

Following behind were several newborns and researchers from the Ascension Society; the group was walking towards the city gate.

Clearly, the Great Ascendant is preparing to flee.

As a high-ranking member of the Ascension Society, he knew all too well what they were researching, and he also knew all too well what the research manual's contingency plan was for a certain awakened taboo with a direct and wide-ranging impact.

It's written clearly in the manual: run away, run away, it's all about running away.

The current rate of expansion of the inner city walls has exceeded the expectations of the Great Ascendants.

You should know that it is bronze engraved with inscriptions, theoretically almost invincible. Even a forbidden being would not be able to gain much advantage over it, let alone be willing to provoke it.

If there's a pile of shit in front of you, who would want to reach out and poke it? But right now, this pile of shit has been assimilated, which in itself is illogical.

Even with such a powerful fire breath, it could only delay the inevitable, and in the end, death was still the most likely outcome.

The Great Ascendant was an extremely pragmatic person.

Klaus told him to delay as much as possible, and he did.

But now he sees something further ahead, so he chooses to protect himself and his men.

The Ascension Society's territory is in the outer city, so retreating there is easy.

They walked outwards, crossed two streets, and turned past an abandoned warehouse, until the outline of the city gate appeared in the white mist.

The Ascended One's silver-gray pupils suddenly stopped.

At the city gate, the base of the entire city wall was covered in blood and flesh.

The dark red spread from both sides, enveloping the city gate opening, the door panels, and the door frame together, sealing them completely without leaving a single gap.

The outer city was also sealed off.

His mechanical body slowly turned around, his silver-gray pupils scanning the surroundings.

The horizon in every direction glowed with a dark red light, and the entire bronze city was sealed off from all sides by flesh and blood.

The Great Ascended One remained silent.

His massive body stood in the white mist for a long time, his joints occasionally clicking, the sound of internal gears turning.

A researcher stepped forward from behind, his voice hoarse. "Sir..."

The Ascended One raised a mechanical arm, stopping him from speaking.

"Back to the Ascension Society." His voice came from his mechanical body, muffled and metallic. "There's no escaping it."

The lines were torn into fragments in the white mist.

Margaret was trapped in a stone tower in the northern part of the outer city, where flesh and blood were still climbing up from below.

Over at the old meeting square, the pale, hooded Night Watchman's figure and the one-faced man were already locked in combat, while several Night Watchmen huddled in the command tent, trembling with fear.

At the boundary between the inner and outer city, another hooded Night's Watchman and a second one-faced man were locked in a fierce struggle, communication completely cut off, and neither could contact the other.

The Great Ascended One was trapped in the city, and all he could do was lead his people back to the Ascended Society.

Communication was cut off throughout the city, and no one had any way out.

Meanwhile, something is quietly brewing in the direction of the Tower of Learning.

The Tower of Learning.

The guardian stood beside a stone chair on the first floor of the main tower, his white hair hanging down to his shoulders. A dark aura emanated from his waist down, and the black eyeballs suspended within the aura were spinning wildly, scanning in the same direction one after another.

He sensed it.

The malice surging from underground is expanding rapidly, and the walls of the bronze city are being devoured from the inside by flesh and blood.

The mutation, which should have taken three to five days to complete, is now happening several times faster than he estimated.

Even more critically, a large number of special individuals have broken free from the wall of flesh and blood and are approaching the inner city. The closest ones have already crossed two streets outside the Tower of Learning.

"He's coming out soon," the guard murmured, his voice hoarse.

In mid-air, the small, grayish-white head that the person on the wall had conjured slowly appeared.

The features formed by the condensed mist were indistinct, looking down at the guardian with a gaze that held an indescribable meaning.

"I have sensed it," it spoke, its voice long and resonant, carrying an ancient tone, "If you do not act now, this place will be indefensible. Neither you nor I can live without each other."

The guardian raised his head, his cloudy eyes staring at the gray-white head.

He had lived for hundreds of years and knew all too well the nature of this thing before him.

The people on the wall, being taboo beings, never do anything that results in a loss. If they jump out at this moment and say "let's take action together," it's definitely not because they genuinely care about Bronze City.

But then again, it wasn't wrong. If they didn't act soon, that thing down below would really come up, and the Tower of Learning wouldn't be able to be saved. The skulls of the people on the wall were at the top of the tower, and then even it wouldn't be able to escape.

But the guardians will never act alone.

He fought a lifetime of wars, and his biggest taboo was entrusting his back to an unreliable ally.

The people on the wall signed the wartime mutual protection oath, but oaths can never stop someone who really wants to break them. The price is not small, but it may not be big enough to make such a thing behave.

He would never expose his back to those on the wall and go to the front to fight.

"You join in too." The guardian's voice was calm, so calm that it contained no hint of threat.

The features of the gray-white head twitched slightly.

The guardian did not wait for its reply.

He tilted his head, and the largest eyeball emerged from the darkness. The completely black eyeball slowly turned to the top of his head, toward the top of the Tower of Learning.

That's the skull of the person on the wall.

"If you don't make a move, I'll throw your skull out."

The guardian's voice was calm, so calm that there was not a trace of threat in it.

But that dark eye was fixed on the direction of the tower top, conveying a clear meaning.

The skull is the shell inhabited by the person on the wall. Destroying this shell may not actually harm it, but it will definitely disgust it.

Even if it has great abilities, it has to retrieve the skull from the Tower of Learning and into that flesh and blood, unless it doesn't want it anymore.

The gray head remained silent in mid-air for a few moments.

"...That's all."

There was no anger in its tone, but rather an old-fashioned and detached helplessness, as if it were just going through the motions of a task it had to do.

"I will suppress those things that climb up, severing their connection to the flesh below," the figure on the wall spoke, its features, formed from condensed mist, slowly turning towards the dark red expanse outside the window. "You are responsible for clearing it away."

The guardian nodded.

The heads of the figures on the wall floated up again. "Let them come closer."

"Bring them closer," the guardian repeated.

His aura was still rising, and dark waves spread outwards from his waist down, making the air on the first floor of the main tower feel heavier.

But he didn't rush to make a move. Those special individuals were still approaching the inner city, the closer the better, so that a single strike could cover a wide area.

"I will buy you a few more minutes."

Its voice came from the depths of darkness, echoing long and deep before dissipating into the air of the main tower.