Start with the hidden role of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, and immediately unleash 100,000 Yin Soldi

At the end of the passage was a rusty iron gate, through which the night wind blew.

Chu Jiang pushed open the door, and cold air rushed into his lungs, carrying a mixture of burnt and bloody smells.

The eastern horizon was dyed with a dark red light, and the surging deathly aura pressed the clouds down extremely low, shrouding the entire river city in a suffocating dark hue.

The sounds of explosions and monster roars in the distance blended together as the main force of the military was holding off the beast tide head-on in the core area of ​​the city's eastern defense line.

However, the patrol density in the wilderness areas on both sides of the defensive line dropped sharply, and a large number of low-level monsters that overflowed from the outside of the cracks were roaming around in this vacuum zone.

Chu Jiang pulled his hood tighter and moved quickly along the edge of the city's defensive perimeter, his footsteps neither heavy nor light, making almost no sound as he stepped on the gravel road.

My gaze swept across the wilderness, and the control panel floated in the corner of my field of vision.

Current white soul points: 487.

The third level of the Ghost Gate requires five thousand.

Far from it.

He slightly raised his right hand and whispered two words.

"come out!"

A crack appeared in the shadow beneath their feet, and thirty dark blue figures silently emerged, scattering into the wild grass on both sides.

The advance team is responsible for clearing out any scattered monsters along the way and scouting the area.

Chu Jiang continued forward, and the number of white soul points on the panel began to jump to single digits.

Not urgent.

The density of monsters overflowing from the cracks in the east of the city increases the deeper you go; these scattered rabble on the outskirts are just an appetizer.

He needs to find the gathering place of the herd.

……

The outer perimeter of the city's eastern defense line is about two kilometers from the Chu River.

Shen Qingyi's breathing was already unsteady.

She crouched behind a broken concrete barrier, her left hand pressing against a wound on her right arm that had been torn open by sharp claws. Blood seeped from between her fingers and dripped down her forearm into the soil.

He held an ice-blue longsword in his right hand, the blade covered with a thin layer of ice, which reflected the moonlight in a cold white light.

Rank A Ice Spirit Swordsman.

On the day of her job change, her awakening results ranked third in the entire school, second only to Ye Lingshan and Zhou Zihao.

But she didn't join in the flattery and praise; she left as soon as the job change was complete.

Tonight too.

While everyone else was crammed into the underground playground waiting for orders, she made her way to the outer perimeter of the city's eastern defense line.

It's not about playing the hero.

He was acutely aware of his weakness—almost zero practical experience. Three years of learning sword techniques from textbooks would remain mere theoretical knowledge without being immersed in real bloodshed.

In the past hour, she had single-handedly eliminated seventeen low-level monsters.

The price was that more than half of his magic power was depleted, and his right arm was torn open by a shadow wolf's dying counterattack.

Shen Qingyi tore a section of her sleeve with her teeth, wrapped it around the wound, and tied it tightly.

They can still fight.

She stood up, leaning on the guardrail, and looked out at the desolate wilderness.

empty.

Those low-level soldiers who were previously loitering on the outskirts have all disappeared without a trace.

The grass remained still, and only the muffled roar of the main battlefield in the east of the city could be heard in the night wind.

It's too quiet.

A layer of fine goosebumps rose on the back of Shen Qingyi's neck.

Her instinctive judgment, honed over three years of theoretical lessons, told her that there was only one reason for the mass disappearance of low-level monsters.

Something even more advanced is coming.

The ground is shaking.

It wasn't the aftershocks of the main battlefield in the east of the city, but the rhythmic trembling of the ground beneath our feet.

The bushes were torn in half.

The first demonic ape emerged from the darkness.

It stands 2.5 meters tall, with forelimbs as thick as its waist, covered in a layer of dark red, hard scales, and scarlet eyes with vertical pupils.

The corners of his mouth turned outwards, revealing two rows of interlocking sharp teeth, and saliva stretched into strands from between his teeth.

Elite-level Abyss Demon Ape, Bronze Rank Lv.15.

The second one emerged from the bushes on the right, and it was a size larger than the first one.

Behind them, the bushes rustled, and dozens of reddish eyes lit up in the darkness.

Rampaging Razorbacks, Abyssal Poison Lizards, Mutant Ironback Wolves—a motley crew of beasts poured out from the gap in the defense line, layering upon each other, forming a shrinking iron barrel around Shen Qingyi's location.

Shen Qingyi's hand holding the sword was trembling.

It's not because of the cold.

Lv.15 Elite, both ends.

She is currently Lv.8, with less than 40% magic power, and her right arm is injured.

Level advantage and overwhelming numbers. Stamina depleted.

Triple death.

She bit her lower lip until it bled, forcefully suppressing the fear that surged within her.

The frost on the sword suddenly surged.

"Frost Array!"

Centered on her, blue and white frost exploded and spread out along the ground, freezing the limbs of the five front-lined cleavers in place.

The ice was just above their knees, and the Cracktooth Beasts struggled and roared, their claws scraping the ice with a piercing sound.

Shen Qingyi knelt on one knee, using the tip of her sword to support her body.

This attack nearly drained her remaining magic power.

My vision went black.

The two elite demonic apes moved.

The lead animal slammed its forelegs down, shattering the ice into fragments with the impact, sending ice shards flying everywhere.

The second one leaped across the ice and pounced towards Shen Qingyi, leaving a half-foot-deep crater in the ground.

Shen Qingyi raised her sword, her arm going numb.

She knew she couldn't stop it.

Seventy meters away.

Chu Jiang stood in the shadow of a crooked, withered tree, pausing for two seconds.

The ice-type energy fluctuations coming from ahead were very obvious, dense and intense, and then suddenly weakened.

Someone is fighting, but they're almost too exhausted to continue.

He took twenty steps forward, his gaze piercing through the weeds to get a clear view of the entire battlefield.

Shen Qingyi.

Chu Jiang recognized her; she was the only one who didn't speak amidst the jeers on the day of her job change.

His gaze shifted to the two elite demonic apes.

Lv.15, Elite.

Behind him were dozens of miscellaneous monsters, the highest of which was only Lv.12.

The panel popped up in the corner of his vision. Chu Jiang glanced at it and his lips twitched.

The souls of the two elite demonic apes are settled at blue quality.

Including those dozens of miscellaneous soldiers, this wave is worth at least three hundred white soul points.

It was delivered to my door.

He didn't go out.

With his right hand clenched loosely, the shadow beneath his feet surged silently, and black mist seeped from the cracks in the ground, spreading along the roots of the grass.

"Gate of Hell, open."

His voice was so low that only he could hear it.

The phantom of the bronze gate emerged from the depths of the shadows, and the two doors opened silently.

One hundred and fifty ghostly soldiers emerged from the black mist.

There was no beam of light, no sonic boom, and no energy fluctuations that could be detected by the military from a distance.

One hundred and fifty ethereal, pale blue figures skimmed the ground, passing through the weeds as if they were air, silently rushing towards the battlefield.

In Shen Qingyi's vision, the sword tip could no longer be raised.

The leader of the demonic apes slammed down with its fist, bringing with it a hot, foul-smelling gust of wind.

She closed her eyes.

The fist did not fall.

A dull tremor came from ahead, not like a physical collision, but more like something being forcibly pulled out of the body.

Shen Qingyi opened her eyes.

The lead demonic ape stopped two steps in front of her.

Its fist was still suspended in mid-air, its posture unchanged, but the light in its scarlet eyes was rapidly fading.

A long, dark blue halberd pierced its chest from behind—not through the skin and flesh, and there was no blood on the tip of the blade.

A ball of white light was slowly pulled out from the demon ape's chest, hung on the tip of the golem, and quietly rotated.

soul.

The demonic ape's two-and-a-half-meter-tall body crashed to the ground, kicking up dust that covered Shen Qingyi's face.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

Because she saw it.

A dark blue figure.

Not one.

It filled the entire field of vision.

Hundreds of ethereal, azure figures moved through the horde of beasts without a sound of footsteps or shouts of battle.

The soul-snatching halberd fell, each strike precisely hooking out a sphere of soul light from within the demon.

The second elite demonic ape opened its mouth, its roar stuck in its throat.

Three long spears pierced its body simultaneously, and three fragments of its soul were pulled out, merging into a complete blue sphere of light in the air.

The demonic ape's body remained in a roaring posture as it fell straight backward.

Ten seconds or so.

Dozens of demons.

Total annihilation.

The ground was littered with the corpses of monsters, each one intact, with no cracks in their fur or broken bones.

It looks like it's asleep.

But they were all completely dead.

Shen Qingyi knelt on the ground, her long sword slipped from her hand, and the blade struck the gravel with a crisp sound.

Her body was trembling, not from the wound, not from exhaustion.

They were those dark blue shadows.

After taking away the last soul orb, they retreated into the darkness as silently as they had come, merging into the depths of the weeds and disappearing completely.

From the moment she appeared until she left, not a single shadow glanced at her.

She wasn't rescued.

She just happened to be there.

Shen Qingyi's consciousness began to blur, and the edges of her vision began to darken.

Before she collapsed, she caught a faint outline in the shadow of a withered tree in the distance out of the corner of her eye.

I can't see the face clearly.

No details are visible.

Only that silhouette stood still, as if it hadn't moved at all from beginning to end.

Then darkness swallowed everything.

Under the dead tree.

Chu Jiang withdrew his right hand and glanced at the panel.

[White Soul Points +173! Blue Soul Points +14!]