Tomorrow Will Be Better

Su Ze's principles were not overly complex, but when applied to a withered monster far beyond his own level, they seemed like a drop in the bucket.

Su Ze's principles erupted as he pulled out the black rods embedded in his body. However, the withered monster had already reacted, stomping down on Su Ze's head with a crushing force!

"Collapse!"

With a single command, the area within a hundred meters instantly crumbled, turning the world upside down!

The withered monster took the full brunt of the attack, its body cracking all over!

Su Ze's principles were incredibly powerful, but against a monster that far surpassed him in level and also wielded its own principles, Su Ze could only gain a slight upper hand. Killing it was out of the question.

……

In the waters of the Neon Country.

The wandering troupe walked on the turbulent sea.

*Click.*

In the darkness, a flame ignited a cigarette.

Captain Chu Yang exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at Mo Ziang, who was crouching on the water's surface, hands propping up his cheeks, looking utterly bored. "It's time. Let's move."

Hearing this, Mo Ziang's eyes lit up, and his body dissolved into black smoke, vanishing without a trace.

Tian Sha was an organization hidden in the shadows of the Neon Country.

Few knew of its existence, as its primary purpose was to handle the country's dirty work.

Now, with the Neon Country struggling to deal with monsters, Tian Sha, being under the country's jurisdiction, naturally assisted in the defense.

At this moment, in one of Tian Sha's branch locations, only a few black-clad guards remained. In the face of national survival, guarding a high-profile prisoner was no longer a priority.

A crow that had been circling in the air for some time transformed into a human figure and landed on the ground.

The intruder, Mo Ziang, strode boldly through the branch.

"Who's there?" a guard shouted, spotting the intruder.

Mo Ziang, tall and lanky with messy hair and a slightly sickly smile, scratched his head and grinned. "Kon'nichiwa! Ah... ah..."

He trailed off, paused for a moment, and then spoke in a bizarre tone, "Sorry... Japanese... hard to speak! I no good!"

The guard was utterly confused. What kind of gibberish was this? Yet, it sounded vaguely familiar.

As the guard stood dumbfounded, Mo Ziang spotted a girl among the guards and grinned. "Flower girl, no fear! Me, good person! Let me... in!"

"Baka!" The guard finally snapped and charged forward!

A surge of principle-based pressure erupted!

*Bang!*

Both guards exploded into a mist of blood, splattering everywhere.

At the same time, alarms blared throughout the branch.

Mo Ziang looked exhausted. Had all his efforts to practice Japanese by watching dramas been for nothing?

I thought I was speaking so fluently!

As a group of black-clad guards rushed out.

"Hahahahaha..."

Mo Ziang, now surrounded, suddenly burst into laughter. Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, the sickly young man began to perform an elegant and dazzling dance!

*Bang!*

One person exploded!

Mo Ziang's dance was graceful and beautiful, like a reaper dancing amidst a blood mist!

The crowd was horrified. They realized that this sickly youth was a mid-Lamp Realm expert, and he wielded principles.

But it was too late.

As the young man's dance grew faster, more and more people turned into blood mist.

The young man began to laugh, but soon, his laughter turned into sobs.

Wherever he passed, a storm of blood mist followed.

……

"Utter madness."

Chu Yang had somehow appeared on the tiled roof of the branch. He watched as a Rolling Flame Realm expert rushed back from the battlefield. A long case stood beside him, and the wind from the expert's charge whipped his clothes violently.

"I remember you. You owe us, the people of Huaxia, a debt. It's time to pay."

……

Shangqing Temple.

Li Zhenlong walked along the corridor, admiring the dark, lush forest below.

"Brother Li, you seem quite at ease," said a white-bearded Taoist, holding a horsetail whisk as he approached.

"How is the Taoist Ancestor?" Li Zhenlong was far from at ease; his brows were furrowed. He had already visited the Buddhists and now came to the Taoists.

The Taoist laughed, "The Taoist Ancestor is well, and so shall Huaxia be."

Taoism and Buddhism were Huaxia's last line of defense, only to be used in times of true crisis.

Moreover, the Taoist Ancestor was currently attempting to break through to the next realm. Any action taken now would damage his accumulated cultivation, making it difficult to attempt another breakthrough.

……

"By the power of the nine words: 'Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Lie, Zhen, Qian, Xing!'"

A world-destroying force tore the flesh off the Conrado Beast! A rain of blood filled the sky.

"Still just a Rolling Flame beast, not yet stepped into the next realm."

Yao Ge, holding a straight blade, walked across the shattered earth toward the Conrado Beast. His clothes and long black hair fluttered in the dark wind, a heroic figure.

With one hand gripping the blade and the other forming a seal, he chanted:

"Wind and Thunder!"

His eyes blazed like fire.

Thunder roared, and a gale rose!

The Conrado Beast roared as it faced the lightning. But just as its attention was fixed on the sky,

*Bang!*

A deafening crash, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

The Conrado Beast collapsed to the ground.

Pei Jun leaped onto its head from its broken hind leg, punching repeatedly, sending shards of bone flying!

Once the Conrado Beast was surrounded, its fate was sealed.

"Such a disappointment," sighed Qiongnu, Devilier, standing atop a giant vine.

Although the Conrado was on the brink of death, the rewards from this battle were substantial.

"But letting you kill it so easily really hurts my pride."

Devilier clapped his hands.

The nearly dead Conrado suddenly erupted with overwhelming pressure, sending everyone flying!

"It broke through!" Uesugi Akizuki exclaimed in shock.

"But it's still on the verge of death. It seems its realm was artificially suppressed; its true level had already surpassed the Rolling Flame Realm," Li Xingwen said, clutching his severely wounded chest.

"Trash!" Pei Jun shouted, raising his middle finger as he arrogantly walked toward the Conrado.

……

Su Ze and the withered monster were locked in a stalemate.

The withered monster seemed to receive some signal, pausing briefly. Its once-ferocious fighting spirit turned erratic, as if it desperately wanted to break free from Su Ze's grasp.

"You're not getting away!" Su Ze sensed this immediately and pressed the monster harder, but it fought with all its might to escape toward the air-raid shelter.

And the direction it was headed was exactly where Little Huanhuan was hiding!

Su Ze's pupils constricted, but he couldn't stop it.

At the same time, all the monsters seemed to go berserk, their attacks growing more ferocious, tearing through defenses like tidal waves.

The area around the air-raid shelter was soon swarming with monsters, violently slamming against the heavy iron doors.

Inside the shelter, the little shrine maiden began to feel dizzy, her long prayers taking a toll on her spirit.

"That's enough. Stop praying. Su Ze will be fine," Situ Jiajia said tenderly, patting Uesugi Akizuki's head.

The little shrine maiden shook her head. She had been bowing her head, eyes closed, but when she finally looked up, Situ Jiajia was startled.

The little shrine maiden's eyes were filled with tears, her face flushed red.

"Poor thing, poor thing!" Situ Jiajia crouched down and wiped her tears.

The little shrine maiden shook her head again. She didn't feel pitiful; her voice was hoarse and choked with emotion as she whispered, "Su Ze... be safe."