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

"Uh...cough cough...pfft—"

The Blood Fox crashed into the deepest part of the ruins, its chest caved in, and the demon core in its dantian shattered for the second time.

The pain felt like thousands of red-hot iron needles were piercing the bones inch by inch along the meridians.

Smoke and dust billowed between the collapsed floors.

It lay supine at the bottom of the collapsed, unfinished building, blood foam constantly oozing from its throat.

My limbs are no longer under my control.

The resentment in those narrow fox eyes gradually faded away.

When the pain becomes extreme, it becomes numb.

Through the swirling dust, it could see young figures standing in the night wind on the broken floors of the ruined building.

There, a group of teenagers were looking down at it.

Someone was carrying a large sledgehammer.

Someone was wearing a mecha suit.

Someone is riding on wheels of fire.

Someone was holding a notebook.

Some people held knives, some held swords...

They are obviously too young.

But in the eyes of the Blood Fox, it was even more terrifying than the most ferocious monster of the demon race.

Forty-nine great demon kings.

Three level-eight demonic weapons.

The doomed trap it had set up, using the demon race's trump cards, was crushed by these boys and girls still wearing school uniforms!

The blood fox's pupils gradually dilated.

It suddenly couldn't tell the difference.

Who is the monster?

Is this deadly trap aimed at Lu Ming, or at their demon race?

A broken, hissing sound came from the Blood Fox's throat.

For the first time in its life, it was forced to shed tears.

"Damn it!"

"Nobody told me that the chosen one is surrounded by other chosen ones!"

"And what the hell is this?!"

A desperate, distorted wail erupted from the bottom of the ruins.

The camera followed its unfocused gaze and lifted up.

Passing through the smoke and dust.

We passed by the broken buildings.

Beyond the neon lights of half of Nanjing.

Finally, the image freezes abruptly on the top of a skyscraper in the far distance.

The night was deep.

The bright moon hangs in the sky.

The stars were quiet.

At the top of the building, however, a corner of golden light rose gently in the wind.

In front of the screen, countless viewers held their breath.

【That…that is?! !!!】

The camera zooms in rapidly.

Zoom in again.

But all anyone could see was a glimpse of a golden figure turning around and catching a glimpse of the hem of his robe.

The man did not turn around.

He did not speak.

It also didn't leave a clear view of this battlefield.

But that's enough.

That single glimpse of her garment seemed to weigh down the entire night sky.

Everything makes sense now!

The Blood Fox, which had just been forcibly reversed, self-destructed.

The demon core that was just sealed away.

Lu Ming's younger sister, who was just pulled back from the brink of death.

The answer was clear the moment that golden hem appeared.

Everyone who witnessed the rebirth of the North, the bowing of the Great Dao, and the opening of the heavens by the double pupils recognized that aura in that instant.

It is... the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

It must be him.

The camera failed to capture the person's face.

The next second, the scene returned to the battlefield of the unfinished buildings.

The night wind swept across the ruins.

The boys and girls he protected appeared one by one in the picture.

The rooftop of another building.

The boy with the sledgehammer hoisted it onto his shoulder and waved it vigorously in the direction of the skyscraper.

His mouth was stretched into a wide grin that he couldn't suppress, as if he wanted to shout "Big Brother, you're awesome!" right there and then.

midair.

The mecha boy sheathed his sword, and the shimmering light on the surface of his black and red armor slowly dimmed.

His grip on the knife tightened even more.

In those eyes, there was awe, but also an uncontrollable fighting spirit.

On the other side.

The girl with three heads and six arms is holding the girl with the notebook, and the wind-fire wheels under her feet are slowly turning.

She gazed in the direction where the golden light had disappeared, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The girl holding the notebook didn't say anything.

She simply clutched the notebook in her arms, staring blankly in the direction where the golden light had disappeared.

It's like they have a lot to say.

The edge of the ruins.

On the other side.

The tall, mature woman holding two swords gently brought them together.

The sword light receded, eventually transforming into a folding fan.

She slowly waved her folding fan, her eyes slightly raised, as if she had seen something particularly interesting.

At last.

The camera focused on Lu Ming.

He stood in the middle of the ruins, his face still stained with demon blood.

After his sister was rescued, his shoulders, which had been tense to the point of near stiffness, finally relaxed little by little.

He gazed at the distant skyscraper for a long time.

long time.

There are some things he can't say.

I have no right to say more at this time.

So he simply and slowly sheathed his sword.

Finally, he bowed deeply in the direction where the golden light had disappeared.

A complete bow.

The video briefly went black at this point.

The next second, the live stream chat exploded.

[Waaaaah... That must be the Desolate Heavenly Emperor!]

【It's definitely him!】

He turned and left, concealing his merits and fame.

[What a sense of security!]

[Even just a glimpse of that man's clothing made him seem terrifyingly strong!]

[The Importance of Informing Your Parents Before Going Out!]

[Blood Fox: (Panic image) Oh my god! I even managed to kick myself back from self-destructing! I've tried my best, okay?!]

Blood Fox's awareness and skills were top-notch, but unfortunately, the opposing team had someone who was cheating—no, someone from the development team!

[It's simply impossible to fight!]

The comments section was initially filled with jokes.

But soon, a few jarring pieces of content crept in.

Is this... why the Desolate Emperor is late?

[Why should my Northern Army deserve to die this time...]

【Grass mud, huh?!】

What do you mean by forcing me? Are you deliberately punching me?

To put it bluntly, if the Desolate Emperor has the power, saving him would be a favor, not an obligation.

[Are you trying to morally blackmail your mother?! Take it or leave it!!]

[Exactly! The God of War originally asked the Desolate Heavenly Emperor to protect the Northern Border for a while, did he ask him to guarantee that all the warriors would survive?]

Furthermore, later, to save the Northern Army, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor not only bestowed upon them a heaven-defying opportunity but also willingly bore countless karmic consequences to reverse life and death!

【Isn't that enough? Huh? Tell me!!】

The atmosphere in the live stream was getting increasingly tense.

Ai Kun's figure suddenly reappeared in front of the camera.

"Snapped!"

The folding fan slammed heavily on the table.

The sound spread through the sky like a muffled thunderclap.

"administrator!"

"Activate the mute function first!"

Someone immediately responded off-screen.

"good!"

next second.

The scrolling comments on the screen were cleared instantly.

The entire live stream room was eerily quiet.

Aikun sat in front of the camera, his usual cheeky smile gone.

He stared at the screen, his eyes cold.

"My dear friends, please allow me to say a few words."

"Everyone understood it during the discussion just now."

"The reason why the Desolate Emperor was late was because he was covering for the students in Class 9."

He lowered his voice as he said this.

"If he hadn't been there, the God of War's sister would have died the moment the Blood Fox Mark detonated."

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School.

Lu Ming raised his head.

Those eyes, usually as cold and hard as stone, trembled violently.

Ai Kun's voice continued to ring out.

"This will be an extremely devastating blow to the God of War."

"We all know that the very first reason the God of War took up the sword was to protect his sister."

He gripped the knife.

"He became a god of war."

"But if in the end, he watches his sister die right in front of him, what do you think he would do?"