The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

At the same time those beams of light rose, in Dayun City, Yunshang Province, at Outpost A114-3.

The barrier with white dots of light in the lobby on the first floor of the stronghold was still lit. The air inside the Dark Domain isolation field was much stuffier than outside, as if covered by a layer of airtight glass.

About a hundred wild ability users, wearing specially made handcuffs, were crammed crookedly into the space enclosed by the barrier. Most of them were still unconscious, their eyeballs occasionally rolling rapidly under their eyelids, and their fingers twitching unconsciously.

Then, the change came without warning.

One of the middle-aged men, who was huddled in the corner, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were red as if they had been soaked in blood, and his pupils were so dilated that they were almost devoid of black.

He sprang up from the ground with a speed that seemed unbelievable for someone who had just woken from a coma. He let out a low, hoarse howl and charged toward the edge of the barrier on all fours.

Several unconscious people nearby were knocked off balance by his impact, and some of them suddenly opened their eyes, their eyes equally bloodshot, and stood up with a roar.

Qin Tian was standing a few steps away from the barrier, his hands behind his back, having just finished yawning.

When the middle-aged man with red eyes crashed into the edge of the barrier, a sudden flash of white light on the barrier bounced him back.

But when the impact force was transmitted through the barrier, it still carried a considerable shock. Qin Tian was shaken and took half a step back. His yawn was interrupted in his throat and turned into a short "Damn it."

But Zhong Ling, who was next to Qin Tian, ​​reacted extremely quickly.

He moved almost at the same time Qin Tian took a half step back, his standard boots kicking up a half-circle of debris on the ground. He stepped to the side to block Qin Tian's path, then raised his leg and kicked the second madman who was rushing towards the edge of the barrier in the chest.

The force was precisely controlled; the madman was pushed backward as if he had been shoved, his back hitting his accomplice behind him, and the two of them rolled back into the enclosed space in the center of the barrier.

As Zhong Ling landed, he didn't turn his head, but said to Qin Tian, ​​"Don't panic. Within the barrier, they're not much different from ordinary people. Just send them back."

Qin Tian swallowed hard, glanced at the wild ability users inside the barrier who were standing up one after another, roaring and pushing forward with red eyes, and took a deep breath. He imitated Zhong Ling's earlier move, took a step to the side, and thrust his foot out to meet the direction of the third person's charge.

The man was tripped by his foot, his head hit the ground with a dull thud, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out again.

Qin Tian was stunned by the effect of his kick, then quickly kicked it back into the field, and then repositioned himself to guard the edge of the barrier.

. . .

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Investigation Bureau building in Jiangdong City, the capital of Dongjiang Province.

The blond bureau chief had just finished reading a newly popped-up message on his mobile device when a flash of anger crossed his handsome face.

He gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, the force of his words almost crushing his teeth: "Damn it, these traitors, they deserve to die."

Before he could finish speaking, the office door was pushed open.

The assistant, wearing a small silver torch, practically jogged in. The tablet screen in his hand was still lit up, displaying dozens of flashing red markers, each accompanied by a real-time updated energy reading.

The assistant's voice was much louder than usual: "Director, besides Jiangdong City, towering beams of light radiating immense energy have appeared throughout Dongjiang Province!"

The blond bureau chief closed his eyes briefly.

In just a moment, less than two breaths later, when he opened his eyes again, the anger in them had been mostly suppressed, replaced by a rapidly working sense of judgment.

He raised his hand to his assistant, pressed his palm down, and gestured for the assistant to steady his breathing.

The assistant took a deep breath, nodded, and stopped.

The blond bureau chief glanced down at the ritual diagram he had just received on his terminal—the very same blocking ritual he had just received from headquarters.

His gaze lingered on the image for a moment before he spoke, his words slow but clear: "This special ritual can block those energy beams. Send it to all municipal bureaus immediately."

"Furthermore, the situation is urgent. Grant the highest level of authorization to all municipal bureaus. Activate all psionic protective fields immediately. Don't worry about energy stone consumption. They can manage the manpower as they see fit."

"There are only two principles—we must block those energy beams as quickly as possible, and we must minimize civilian casualties."

The assistant wrote down every word on the tablet, checked it once, and then turned and ran out the door. His boots made a rapid clattering sound on the corridor floor, which was quickly swallowed up by the corner at the end of the corridor.

. . .

At the same moment, in the deep, dark domain of Yunshang Province, at the boundary of the restricted area.

The atmosphere on both sides of that invisible boundary line had been deadlocked for a long time.

On one side were a dozen figures in black trench coats with various colored halos flowing behind their heads, and on the other side were several pitch-black figures covered in black runes, exuding layers of terrifying aura.

The two sides stood facing each other across the border line, neither making the first move, but the tense atmosphere in the air never dissipated.

The leader, dressed in a black trench coat, stood three or four steps away from the boundary, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the smoke swirling twice in front of his face before dissipating.

After exhaling a smoke ring, he lazily looked at the dark figures opposite him: "What a mess you guys have made."

"They neither fight nor retreat."

"They all look like they're not quite right in the head."

He paused, tilted his head slightly, and asked as if he were genuinely asking, "Oh, by the way, do you guys know what 'brain' means?"

None of the dark figures opposite spoke. Their bodies, covered in runes, stood motionless on the other side of the boundary, like a row of silent stone tablets, without even a ripple of breath.

The man in the black trench coat took the cigarette from his mouth, rubbed the butt between his thumb and forefinger, and was about to say something more—

next moment.

The entire deep, dark space suddenly trembled violently.

The tremor came too fast and covered too wide a range. The dark ground beneath their feet, the dark mist layer beside them, and all the floating figures on both sides of the boundary were all shaken by the violent tremor and tilted in the same direction.

The man in the black trench coat, who was leading the group, stumbled and nearly lost his balance in mid-air. Ashes from his cigarette were shaken off the cigarette butt and drifted into the dark fog below.

And it's not just at the edge of the restricted area.

The entire deep dark domain, including all the floating, ground-connected, and boundary-sealed areas, trembled simultaneously at that moment.

The dark figures exchanged glances.

The one in the lead, a dark figure standing in the very center, much larger than the others around him, spoke for the first time.

Its voice, deep and cold, squeezed out from beneath the writhing black runes: "The time has come."

The moment those four words landed, the man in the black trench coat felt a sudden tension tighten in his mind.

His action of stubbing out the cigarette was almost instinctive. His gaze shifted from relaxed to sharp and scrutinizing as he fixed it on the other person: "You did this?"

The dark figure in the middle tilted its head slightly, a very subtle smile appearing at the corner of its mouth.

The curve of that arc looked utterly mocking: "It was you humans who did it, what does it have to do with us?"