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

The gray fog severed their connection with the flesh below, leaving them with no foundation for self-healing. Once the guardian's dark eyeballs entered their bodies, the pollution they were so proud of had no chance to retaliate, and their flesh rotted and collapsed at a visible speed.

One of the special individuals seemed somewhat unwilling to give up, struggling desperately, but to no avail.

The gray mist on the wall locked them firmly, and the power of the guardians grew wildly within them. In an instant, their entire bodies were covered by black eyeballs, making them unrecognizable. Only the eyeballs covering their entire bodies were clustered together, like grapes.

Its flesh peeled away layer by layer from its skeleton, and finally collapsed to the ground, turning into a sticky, dark red puddle.

The same thing happened on the other side of the city wall.

The guardian unleashed his power as if he had gone mad.

Under the shroud of gray fog, the flesh and blood wall that had been growing suddenly stopped writhing.

The pitch-black eyes and dark red flesh intertwined, and from a distance, the city wall looked as if it were being torn apart inch by inch by two forces.

Lu Yuan stood on the steps, gazing at the skyline of the inner city, a blend of darkness and crimson, his palms sweating profusely.

For some reason, this time, watching the guardian make his move, he didn't lose a shred of reason. But where exactly was the fifth fragment? Was it really inside that flesh and blood below? If so, could he still gather the rest?

Although the guardians' aura was so heavy it was suffocating, it did not harm the ordinary people on this branch side.

The thousands of residents felt a sudden heaviness in their chests as that aura swept over them.

Old Conference Square.

The Hooded Watchmen are almost at their breaking point.

Although his pale white figure was extremely resistant to pollution, it still couldn't withstand the erosion of this special individual, and faint signs of decay appeared on its claws.

But that's not the key point. The key point is the pale white figure that emerged from his body; its power through extraordinary means is far inferior to that of this special individual before him.

In the brief lull of the fight, that special individual casually killed two young Night Watchmen in the command tent, and he had no way to stop it.

At this moment, his path was still screaming wildly, his senses telling him that if he continued fighting, only death awaited him.

The special individual seemed to be toying with its prey, taking another step towards him.

It was very patient, slowly eroding his strength and pathways.

The Hooded Watchman gritted his teeth, preparing for a final gamble. Having joined the Night's Watch, he was already prepared to die.

Even if he were to die, he would have to take this special individual with him.

The gray fog surged in from all directions.

The moment that layer of grayish mist touched the special individual, its entire body froze in place.

The exposed flesh and blood stopped writhing, and the eyeball in the horizontal slit stopped moving; it was clearly frozen in place.

The Hooded Night's Watchman paused for a moment.

He didn't know what was happening, but his survival instinct made him instinctively take a step back.

He immediately realized that this was a golden opportunity.

Before he could even move, jet-black eyeballs began to grow wildly from the peculiar being's body, one after another bursting through flesh and blood. The peculiar being struggled, trying to make a sound, but to no avail.

It was nailed to the spot and crushed like an ant.

All that remained at the scene were bits of flesh and black eyeballs mixed together, forming a puddle of mud-like mess.

The Hooded Night's Watchman looked at the pile of minced meat in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, staggered back two steps, and almost lost his balance.

His methods are already exhausted; if he continues to use them, he will eventually suffer a backlash.

Fortunately, it hadn't come to that. He pulled the pale, white figure back into his body from a distance, looked down at the corroded parts of his body, opened his lips, but ultimately remained silent.

The young night watchman in the command tent, holding a pistol, peered out at the old conference square shrouded in gray fog.

The ghouls that had been roaming around the square froze in place, motionless, turning into puddles of mud.

"Captain, what on earth happened?"

The Hooded Watchman did not answer. He crouched on the ground, knowing full well that the Guardians had intervened.

Fortunately, he managed to hold on. Just surviving had exhausted all his strength.

The collapsed section at the boundary between the inner and outer city walls.

Another hooded Night's Watchman was about to pull the serrated arm out of the individual's body.

His left arm was now completely severed, the flesh and bone beneath it contaminated and corroded, hanging limply at his side, nearly unusable. Meanwhile, the other hand of the unusual individual was raised high.

In this kind of desperate struggle, I'm bound to lose.

This was the last thought in the Hooded Watchman's mind.

Somewhat unwilling, he was preparing to forcibly detonate his own path when the gray mist quietly approached, and the special individual's raised hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

The Hooded Watchman ignored all of that and his other hand exploded open, the flesh and blood on his hand flying like blades, churning inside the opponent's body, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

It was only then that he realized that the blow that was supposed to land had not hit him.

The pitch-black eyeballs had already emerged from the other person's body.

The hooded Night's Watchman quickly pulled his arm out and stepped back.

The contamination on his hands was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What happened? He didn't understand, but no matter what, he won this round, or rather, he survived.

He staggered back a few steps, exhausted, and leaned against the crumbling wall beside the collapse, panting heavily. As the contamination faded, his arm, which was now just bone, began to regrow flesh at a visible rate.

The communication crystal remained lifeless. He couldn't care less about what had happened in Bronze City now.

But things should be going in a better direction, because he's still alive.

The church stone building is located in the northern part of the outer city.

Margaret was standing at the second-floor window, looking down at the carnage that had climbed up the steps.

The flesh and blood had spread to the entrance of the hall on the first floor of the stone building, and the dark red tissue was climbing up the stone steps one by one.

Those who couldn't make it upstairs in time on the first floor were all gone, swallowed up by flesh and blood. The sounds of their struggle lasted only a few breaths before they fell silent.

The "protection" the nuns spoke of had now completely failed. Even the base of the angel statue was entangled in flesh and blood, and a dark red spread was slowly eroding upwards from the bottom of the statue.

The nuns watched in despair as the angel statues they worshipped were devoured by flesh and blood, and knelt in prayer on the second-floor corridor.

Their voices were soft, but they couldn't suppress the fear in them.

The night watchmen and the residents who had taken refuge on the second floor were also deathly pale; their last hope was gone.

Margaret ignored all of that.

She stared at the blood and flesh below, clenched her right fist, and the moisture on her body reappeared, enveloping her completely.

She had nowhere to run.

The area was covered in blood and flesh from all sides; there was no way out except for this church.

All she could do was stall for time as much as possible, because once she died and was swallowed up, none of the people present would escape.

Just as Margaret was preparing to fight desperately, gray fog poured in through the window.

Before she could figure out what was happening, the flesh beneath her feet had all frozen in place, its spread and wriggling stopping simultaneously, as if it had been immobilized. Even the strips of flesh that were still climbing up the stone steps were frozen in mid-air.

Dark eyeballs emerged from beneath the flesh, one after another, piercing through the dark red fleshy tissue from the inside.

The flesh and blood quickly shrank and withered under the corrosive influence of the dark eyeball.

The flesh and blood seemed to sense something and tried with all its might to pull back the parts that had spread out down the stone steps, but it was too late.

The jet-black eyeballs tore through the spreading tissue, slicing it off piece by piece into small chunks of flesh, which gradually died.

All that remained on the ground were still wriggling, rotating black eyeballs and a pile of minced flesh.

Margaret watched this scene from the second-floor window, her clenched fist slowly relaxing. She had realized whose scheme this was.

A young Night's Watchman approached her, his voice tinged with a sense of relief at surviving the ordeal. "Captain, is that a Guardian?"

Margaret's voice regained its calm, and she added, "Perhaps, there's something else."

She couldn't say for sure who was behind that layer of gray mist, but she knew it couldn't have been the Guardians, because she had seen them in action before.

Therefore, it was two beings of the fifth rank or above who attacked simultaneously. One suppressed the movement of the flesh and blood, while the other killed it directly. Their cooperation was seamless.

The nun's prayers didn't stop; instead, they grew louder and louder. The angel statue, once bound by flesh and blood, was exposed again.

The women gazed at it, their eyes slightly closed, tears streaming silently down their faces.

Lu Yuan was standing on the steps, looking towards the inner city.

The dark aura continued to spread, and the enormous eyeballs remained suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating.

The ghouls near the branch were all dead. In the distance, muffled thuds echoed—the sounds of collapsing buildings and shattering flesh.

The dark red flesh on the city wall was being replaced inch by inch by black eyes. From a distance, the city wall was riddled with holes.

Klaus remained silent, and the Blue Knight beside him seemed equally stunned by what he saw.

Several thousand residents stood at the resettlement site near the branch, all looking up at the sky in the direction of the inner city, where the darkness and blood red intertwined. Even the children were stunned by the scene and stopped crying.

But Lu Yuan knew that this was not the end.

He didn't believe that the Guardian's attack alone could truly remove the piece of flesh and blood underground.

Otherwise, the city builder in the original scene wouldn't have gone to such lengths to create the seal on this bronze city.

Unless the city builder is below the fifth rank, judging from the strength revealed in that scene, he should be around the fifth rank.

After the guardian made its move, the dark aura spreading across the sky lessened, and the enormous eyes at its four corners began to blur. The guardian's power was waning.

Klaus had obviously thought of the same thing.

The two looked at each other but said nothing.

Klaus immediately ordered everyone to be moved to the branch office and not to gather there anymore.

Hurry, be quick.

Lu Yuan was getting anxious. Where was the fifth fragment? If it was really on that flesh and blood, how could he possibly retrieve it?