Line Up to Get Hit for Sister

Chu Miaomiao took half a step back, retreating behind the others.

She gripped the divine brush with both hands, her shoulders hunched so low that she looked as if she wanted to flatten herself against the wall.

The corridor churned with ghostly energy. Wave after wave of warriors crawled out of the black mist, their armor clanging against one another with a grating screech.

Wang Keting glanced at her and froze.

So she was just a pretty face?

But he quickly shoved the thought aside.

There was nothing wrong with being a pretty face.

Anyone who could stand here was no ordinary person.

Besides, these people were sisters traveling together. Some handled combat while others handled support. That was perfectly normal.

It was just that the other three women were so absurdly capable that he found it difficult to use the word “normal” at all.

Ning Qingcheng stood at the very front, darting back and forth before the laboratory entrance. Every time a spatial arrow sliced through the air, it carved away a swath of warriors.

Those creatures, condensed from remnant souls and baleful energy, did not even have time to scream before they were shredded apart by the fluctuations in space.

Jiang Yunlu’s attacks were less flashy. Her true qi surged rapidly, and every palm strike sent out a wave of force that caused any approaching warrior to collapse on the spot.

Xie Yuling was even more straightforward. A sweep of her divine sense crushed the core of each remnant soul, scattering the black aura. Their blades never even reached the ground. Though invisible to the naked eye, it was easy to tell that any warrior Xie Yuling focused on was swiftly dealt with.

But there was an obvious problem.

They killed one wave, and another arrived.

Black mist roiled outside the entrance, as though it concealed a barracks capable of endlessly spawning soldiers.

Liu Zheng watched for a while, and the more he watched, the more something felt wrong. He walked over to Lin Mo and asked in a lowered voice, “Can’t these warriors be killed fast enough? If this keeps up, they won’t last much longer.”

Lin Mo stood beside the iron coffin, underground baleful energy streaming through the black stone slabs and into the Human Sovereign Banner.

He did not open his eyes. “Of course they can be killed. This place has been sealed for decades, so quite a lot of yin energy and baleful energy has accumulated here. These warriors are simply being molded out of that stockpile.”

Liu Zheng understood.

Put simply, there weren’t endlessly many warriors.

The reserves were just enormous.

He looked at the rings of darkened markings beneath Lin Mo and could not help asking, “How much longer?”

“Depends on how much they’ve accumulated.”

Lin Mo’s absorption speed was already quite fast, but this place was buried too deeply. The yin and baleful energy had settled layer upon layer beneath the ground. Draining it all in one go was unrealistic.

To everyone else, these things were a disaster.

To his Human Sovereign Banner, they were nourishment.

As for the warriors outside, he would leave them to the women for now.

They had not been cultivating for very long, and opportunities to hone themselves in a large-scale battle of attrition were rare.

Daily cultivation alone could not teach them how to make decisions in the heat of battle.

With Lin Mo backing them up, the danger was manageable. It was the perfect chance for them to bring out every trick they had.

Ning Qingcheng understood this as well.

The spatial arrows in her hands grew smoother and smoother, and the area covered by their fluctuations expanded from a narrow line at the beginning to nearly half the width of the doorway.

The more fiercely the warriors charged, the faster they broke apart.

But Xie Yuling was the first to reach her limit.

Although her divine sense naturally suppressed remnant souls, giving her the highest killing efficiency, the strain was also the greatest.

After eliminating dozens of warriors in succession, sweat beaded on her forehead, and her breathing faltered for half a beat.

If these had been living, flesh-and-blood warriors from Neon, she would have been nearly drained after dealing with a dozen or so.

The fact that she had held out this long already counted as an outstanding performance.

Jiang Yunlu managed to last longer before stopping.

She had been cultivating for too short a time. Even with the spiritual energy Lin Mo had planted inside her, she could not keep fighting once her “mana bar” ran dry.

After slapping apart the warrior before her, her feet wobbled, and she nearly collapsed onto the floor.

Xie Yuling reached out and caught her, and the two retreated to the laboratory entrance.

One was drenched in sweat.

The other was panting so hard she could barely speak.

Lin Mo’s voice drifted out from inside the laboratory.

“Tired, yet still standing? Sit down and cultivate. Recover after overexerting yourself—it’ll help you improve faster.”

Hearing this, Jiang Yunlu sat down without a second thought.

Xie Yuling did not force herself either. She closed her eyes and began cultivating the Divine Refinement Scripture of the Void. She knew very well that Lin Mo would never gamble with their lives.

Outside, Ning Qingcheng continued to hold the line.

Her ability was clearly a cut above the other two. Once she unleashed her spatial severing, entire groups of warriors disintegrated.

But no matter how powerful she was, she could not withstand an endless war of attrition—especially against enemies that felt no pain, feared no death, and never retreated.

She began narrowing her range, abandoning wide-area devastation and dealing only with the warriors that reached close range.

As a result, more began slipping through.

A warrior emerged along the wall, bypassed Ning Qingcheng, and charged toward Xie Yuling and Jiang Yunlu with its blade raised.

Xie Yuling opened her eyes, but before she could gather her divine sense, a shadow sprang out from the side.

A foreclaw slashed across.

The warrior instantly shattered into chunks of black mist.

Hajimi, in his elderly form.

After landing, Hajimi did not stop. He twisted on his hind legs and spun low across the ground, his claws taking the head off a second warrior.

An Iron Mountain Charge! A Heart-Seeking Elbow! The entire sequence was performed with textbook precision. His cat face was so stern it was almost comical, but his claws were terrifyingly vicious.

He was actually performing a complete set of Bajiquan with impressive skill.

Jiang Yunlu watched, forgetting to breathe for half a beat.

Xie Yuling turned her head toward Chu Miaomiao, who stood at the very back. But Chu Miaomiao was no longer hunched over with her head lowered.

Her chin was raised, her back straight, and the divine brush was tucked between her fingers. Her entire bearing radiated a confidence so smug it practically begged to be punched.

This was not the Chu Miaomiao from before.

This was someone else.

“Tsk.”

Chu Miaomiao swept her gaze over them, her disdain perfectly natural.

“You girls are really hopeless.”

Jiang Yunlu was too exhausted to argue and could only roll her eyes.

Xie Yuling pressed a hand to her temple. “You certainly picked a convenient time to come out.”

“Of course.”

Chu Miaomiao twirled the divine brush. “Your big sister always handles the cleanup.”

Wang Keting was utterly dumbfounded.

Hadn’t she been on the verge of tears just moments ago?

How had even her posture changed in the blink of an eye?

Chu Miaomiao ignored everyone’s reactions and drew a line through the air with her brush.

The outline took shape at astonishing speed.

A barrel. A support frame. An ammunition belt. A base.

A nine-barreled Vulcan cannon was forcibly brought into existence beneath her brush, and when it landed, the floor trembled from its weight.

Liu Zheng’s eyelid twitched.

“What kind of ability is that?!”

Chu Miaomiao patted the cannon, looking quite pleased.

Ning Qingcheng was still clearing enemies at the front. Hearing the commotion behind her, she glanced back and frowned.

She had heard from Xie Yuling that Chu Miaomiao had a second personality, but witnessing it firsthand was still difficult to process.

One second, she was a timid little rabbit who looked as if she had done something wrong.

The next, she was pulling out heavy firepower to mow down the battlefield.

Anyone would be confused by that contrast.

Chu Miaomiao gripped the firing handle and shouted at her, “Little Qingcheng, come back.”

Ning Qingcheng did not hesitate. Her figure blurred and vanished into space. When she reappeared, she was already standing beside Chu Miaomiao.

With nothing left to hold them back, several warriors surged forward in a mass.

Chu Miaomiao pressed the switch.

The nine barrels began spinning at high speed.

Muzzle flashes erupted, and a storm of bullets poured out. The dense ranks of warriors at the entrance were blasted apart layer by layer. Before their remnant-soul cores could even stabilize, they were swept into scattered wisps of energy.

“Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Blow them all to hell!”

Chu Miaomiao laughed wildly, yet her hands remained unbelievably steady.

“What yin energy? What baleful energy? In front of your big sister, you can all line up and get shot!”

The Vulcan cannon’s ammunition belt fed frantically as a heap of bright brass casings quickly piled up on the floor.

The moment a warrior crawled out of the black mist, bullets hammered it back in. It did not even get the chance to raise its blade.