The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Yo~!"

"Isn't that Old Dragon?"

"It's only been two days..."

He deliberately dragged out his words.

"Why—are you—having—poop—now?"

"Should we find a place to rest first?"

"We'll take care of the rest of the little bugs for you."

A vein throbbed on Long Aotian's forehead.

"Hold!"

Yan Cong fell from mid-air.

He smashed his giant hammer into the palace complex, burying the buildings below along with hundreds of rotting angels into the ground.

"boom--"

The entire palace shook violently.

Yan Cong looked up from the flying rubble, ready to give Long Aotian a long-awaited hug.

As a result, Long Aotian didn't even glance at him.

A golden dragon phantom burst forth from within his body.

Long Aotian turned and charged into the area with the largest number of rotting angels, his fists swinging even faster than before.

"Aaaaaah!"

"breakthrough!"

"I must break through today!"

"Scrap!"

"All of you, die!"

"I can still fight!"

Yan Cong remained standing with his arms outstretched.

"no."

"Don't try so hard."

"It made me very embarrassed."

A row of laughing-crying emojis floated across the live stream.

【I Love Playing Iron Man】: "This class monitor has a really sharp tongue!"

"So, did they come to save the Dragon King, or to anger him?"

[Mu Hanxi]: "Both."

"But judging from the class monitor's amused expression, getting angry at the Dragon King should be his main task."

"Saving people was just something I did on the side."

【Star Butterfly Falling into Dust】: "Dragon King: I was almost exhausted, but seeing the class monitor makes me feel like I can fight for another three days."

[Remove the oath]: "Medical miracle."

"This should be considered a method of relieving pain through hatred."

The live chat was still flooded with comments.

The students of Class 9 have already entered the palace complex.

With their arrival, the Rotten Angels, who had been frantically besieging Long Aotian, were suddenly swept away in the opposite direction.

Lu Ming landed on a broken stone bridge.

Dozens of faceless angels flapped their corrupt wings and swooped down from both sides simultaneously.

Lu Ming pressed his left thumb against the knife guard.

"Clang."

The long sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

The crimson light of the blade flowed across the stone bridge like water.

The next moment, Lu Ming took a step forward, and the long sword was sheathed again.

"Click."

The hilt of the sword strikes the scabbard.

The rotting angels, which had been pouncing in mid-air, stopped at the same time.

A thin line of blood appeared on their necks and then quickly expanded.

"Pfft—"

Dozens of heads without facial features flew up at the same time.

Black blood gushed from the severed neck, staining the crumbling walls on both sides black.

The headless corpse, over three meters tall, crashed down one after another.

Not far away.

Zhuge Wang also stood atop a broken stone pillar, his gaze sweeping over the corpses scattered on the ground before finally settling on Lu Ming.

"It seems that the fortune I changed for you before still has some effect."

Lu Ming looked up at him.

"Behind me."

"Um?"

Zhuge Wang also looked down.

Hundreds of rotting angels had already pounced on the base of the stone pillar, with their foremost claws only half a meter away from his robe.

The viewers in the live stream immediately became anxious.

[The difficulty of bamboo, the difficulty of walking]: "Little Taoist priest, stop pretending!"

"We know you have the ability to decouple your goals from global changes!"

"But you're a mage!"

"With so many monsters getting close, wouldn't that be—"

"Whoosh!"

The comments weren't finished yet.

Zhuge Wangye's body suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The broadcast camera suddenly zoomed out.

A massive Qimen formation, covering a kilometer in length, had appeared on the entire palace grounds at some unknown time.

The yin-yang symbol rotates.

The eight directions change rapidly.

Zhuge Wang was already standing on the roof of the palace at the other end.

He made a hand seal with one hand, smiling as he watched the rotting angel trapped in the Qimen formation.

"The character '巽' (xùn) means 'wind rope'."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The airflow suddenly tightened.

Invisible wind ropes entangled the hands, feet, and wings of the decaying angels, suspending them suspended in mid-air.

The monster struggled violently.

The rope tightened more and more, and the rotting bones kept making cracking sounds.

Zhuge Wang also changed his hand seal again.

"The character '离' (li) is composed of the radical '赤龍' (chi lian), meaning 'red silk' (赤龍)."

"The character '震' (zhen) means lightning strike."

"cluster--"

The crimson fire shot out close to the ground, instantly transforming into hundreds of fire snakes that coiled around the monster's body along the wind ropes.

Between the two inverted worlds, a vast expanse of dark clouds gathered out of nowhere.

"Boom!"

Dozens of bolts of lightning, as thick as water buckets, fell from the clouds.

Lightning and fire erupted simultaneously.

The rotting angel trapped in the Qimen formation didn't even have time to scream before it was burned to charred remains in the thunder and fire.

Zhuge Wang also stood on the roof ridge, flicking his sleeves.

The entire killing process was carried out with remarkable ease and composure.

The rotting angel cried out, "One of them is in a hurry, scrambling and crawling!"

In short—elegance.

However, the art style of the other students in Class 9 was not so pleasing to the eye.

The camera pans to the left.

Li Shuiwang, covered in black blood, sat atop a mountain of corpses over ten meters high.

Those corpses were all rotting angels torn apart by his bare hands.

Li Shuiwang was still holding a broken wing in his hand.

Just as the live stream was about to zoom in, a thick layer of mosaic automatically covered his mouth.

"Click."

"Click."

A sickening chewing sound came from behind the mosaic.

Li Shuiwang tilted his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on the next batch of monsters.

"Eat them..."

"Eat a little more, and I'll feel better."

"Ha ha……"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The broadcast camera immediately moved away.

the other side.

The mecha thrusters behind Luo Feng ignited in full power.

Metallic streaks clung to the palace roof as they traversed the battlefield.

Several rotting angels realized that Class Nine was not to be trifled with, so they turned and fled into the depths of the palace.

Luo Feng accelerated instantly.

"boom!"

The first monster was hit head-on by the mech, and its entire body exploded on the spot.

"boom!"

The second one immediately turned into minced meat.

The remaining rotting angels desperately scattered.

Luo Feng drew a zigzag line in mid-air, and with each flash of the thrusters, a monster was smashed to pieces.

The viewers in the live stream were terrified.

[Ikegu Fukujinmaru]: "Others pilot mechs by firing cannons."

Why would this person use themselves as a cannon fodder?

[Manager Wu from the Central Continent]: "Perhaps because hitting people doesn't consume ammunition."

【眻眻moyyan】: "Also known as - diligence and thrift, a traditional virtue."

Compared to the battle in the distance, Luo Feng's fighting style was even considered normal.

At the other end of the palace complex.

A colossal monster, pieced together from countless rotting angel remains, was swinging its dozens of arms, furiously smashing towards the deep blue mech.

Its body is 300 meters tall.

Thousands of faceless faces were piled up on his chest, and a dozen pairs of rotting wings on his back blocked out a large area of ​​black light.

The deep blue mech's thrusters were fully engaged.

"Hehehehehe—"

Xiao Ai, piloting the deep blue mecha, laughed so hard the megaphone almost exploded.

"Take this punch from me, Little Ai!"

The mecha twisted its waist suddenly, and its heavy punch left a trail of blue flames, slamming into the giant angel's head head-on.

"boom--"

Half of the giant angel's head exploded on the spot.

Large amounts of rotting flesh and broken feathers scattered in all directions.

But the next second, the giant angel's remaining dozen or so arms fell simultaneously, punching the head of the deep blue mech.

"Bang!"

The mech was shot and slid sideways for dozens of meters.

His feet crushed a large section of the palace wall, and his head armor was also smashed, leaving a noticeable dent.

The pain, synchronized with the nerves, was transmitted to Xiao Ai's consciousness through the driving system.

Instead of screaming, Xiao Ai became even more excited.

The deep blue mech regained its footing.

He threw another punch.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"man!!!"

"He's a real man!"

"Again!"