Accompanied by the violent explosion, several high-rise buildings were shattered into pieces in the middle.
When placing the explosives, Ning Yu deliberately arranged them unevenly, causing the upper sections of the buildings to tilt in one direction after the explosion.
Right toward the position of the Wrathful Ones.
As the Wrathful Ones raised their heads, they saw the sky being obscured by the falling debris of the buildings.
Despite their mutated forms resembling small hills, they couldn’t help but feel insignificant in the face of the towering human-made structures.
Gravity is merciless, or perhaps it’s the Earth’s reluctant embrace of all living beings.
Now, this reluctance has transformed into a devastating blow, heavy enough to crush all the zombies below.
The towering Wrathful Ones were the first to suffer.
"BANG!!!!!"
"BOOM!!!!!"
Ning Yu’s gaze lingered around the lines of death on the back muscles of the Wrathful Ones, where the debris from the buildings had struck with full force.
The placement of these lines of death on these mini-giants was somewhat mysterious. Ning Yu felt like she had the machete, but she was missing a three-dimensional maneuvering device to recreate a certain scene.
The impact of the super-heavy objects instantly overwhelmed all the Wrathful Ones in that area, as they were unable to withstand the Earth’s gravitational embrace.
Next to suffer were the ordinary zombies on the ground and the lower-tier mutated zombies that couldn’t escape in time.
Countless notifications of points earned echoed in Ning Yu’s mind.
This round was another huge win.
Moreover, Ning Yu once again confirmed:
The system would count the environmental kills she created as her own points, which was incredibly generous.
Turning her head, her rabbit ears swayed slightly as Ning Yu looked at the Slothful Ones climbing over from the distance.
She calculated in her mind that only about half of the Wrathful Ones had died.
Indeed, these creatures were mid-tier mutated zombies and weren’t so easily killed.
But this was all part of Ning Yu’s plan. Her grappling hook shot out, flying toward the scene where the Wrathful Ones had been crushed.
She shook off the Slothful Ones closing in from behind.
With a few leaps, she stood on the broken edge of one of the buildings she had blown up.
That’s right, she was going to finish off the Wrathful Ones before they fully recovered.
The Blood Kite, still soaked in the blood of The Glutton, was in the distance. Ning Yu’s crimson eyes suddenly lit up as she extended her slender hand into the air.
The chilly autumn breeze brushed through her hair.
"Clang!"
The Blood Kite sensed Ning Yu’s summoning and let out a high-pitched hum, slicing through the air with a few blood butterflies fluttering around its hilt.
Along the way, it effortlessly cut through a clueless Glutton and landed steadily in Ning Yu’s hand, leaving a trail of blood in the air.
She felt like she was only missing a cheesy line: "Sword, come!"
If Shen Yiyue were here, she might have teased her with it to make her laugh.
The thought flashed through Ning Yu’s mind for just a moment. As she held the Blood Kite, she felt a steady flow of energy from its hilt.
It was extremely excited, and Ning Yu was enveloped in the Embrace of Fire, her entire body feeling as if she were bathing in a warm spring.
She shot out her grappling hook. On the ground, one of the Wrathful Ones was just about to finish regenerating its smashed head. It was the fastest to recover and thus Ning Yu’s first target.
Ning Yu shot forward like an arrow, swiftly slicing across the back of its neck!
"Slice!"
The Blood Kite in her hand moved with surgical precision, cutting a perfect blood channel along the line of death on the Wrathful One’s bulging back muscles.
"ROAR!!!!"
The Wrathful One was struck as if by lightning, its eyes wide with fury. Its muscular arm had just begun to rise but then fell limply to the ground.
It collapsed forward with a deafening crash, completely dead.
An attack along the line of death wasn’t just a physical strike.
It was an intervention into the inevitability of death, granting it in the most suitable way for the target.
All living things must die. Life and death are like front and back, up and down—two sides of the same coin.
Ning Yu didn’t stop after the first Wrathful One’s death, as the others were also continuously recovering from their injuries.
If these terrifying monsters weren’t dealt with swiftly, all her previous efforts would be wasted.
So Ning Yu continued to fire her grappling hook, darting between the towering bodies of the Wrathful Ones, circling to their necks, and granting them death one by one.
The Blood Kite had never feasted like this before. The red in Ning Yu’s eyes had intensified to the point where it was almost impossible to discern her expression, leaving only an overwhelming aura of killing intent!
Yet Ning Yu remained perfectly calm, unaffected by the full activation of the Embrace of Fire, because this was the Blood Kite, "completely hers."
The last Wrathful One had fully recovered. Seeing Ning Yu flying toward it, it swung its massive arm with tremendous force, a strike that would surely send her flying if it landed.
But Ning Yu’s physical abilities were no longer what they used to be. With a slight sidestep, she spun the Blood Kite and plunged it into the Wrathful One’s heavy arm.
She continued forward without pause, slicing a long blood trail along its arm as if it offered no resistance at all.
A confident smile spread across her lips as she reached its back. With a slight tug of her grappling hook, she swung the Blood Kite and delivered a final slash to its neck!
Without looking back, she landed gracefully on the ground, habitually performing a blood shake before releasing the Blood Kite, letting it fly freely with the blood butterflies.
And in that very moment.
"BOOM!"
The last Wrathful One fell lifelessly to the ground, revealing the sunlight that had been blocked by its massive body.
The light eagerly shone on the silver hair cascading down Ning Yu’s back, making it appear even more pristine and radiant.
Ning Yu retracted her grappling hook, slowly readjusted the rabbit-eared hat that had slipped during the battle, and looked up at the zombies closing in around her.
It was time to retreat again. Continuing to fight here would only lead to being surrounded.
Ning Yu fired her grappling hook, carrying her back to the broken edge of the blown-up building.
"Clap—clap—clap—"
A series of slow, deliberate claps echoed through the air.
The sound was oddly out of place amidst the roars of the zombies. If rapid clapping was a sign of praise, then this kind of clapping could only mean one thing.
Mockery.
Standing atop the ruins, Ning Yu turned her head abruptly.
A young man with short, ash-white hair stood behind her, his arms crossed and a playful smile on his face as he watched her.
The young man took a large, exaggerated scythe off his back, then pressed his face against the blade, not even caring as it cut into his skin and drew blood.
With a sickening grin, he said:
"You’re strong, but not strong enough."
"Let me grant you release."
"Miss Pride will surely reward me for this..."
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
