At that moment, a gust of wind howled.
The hand that hung high in the sky slowly rose and aimed at the brightly lit Xin Hai city in the distance. The five fingers slowly clenched.
It was as if the hand had grabbed onto something invisible.
It pulled with all its might!
A sharp screech erupted from the void. It was like the sound of countless pieces of glass being scratched together. The deafening sound spread out.
The world shook.
It was as if someone was trying to pull out the wedge that held the sky and the earth together.
At that moment, a white shadow landed under one of the streetlights at the countryside of Xin Hai.
"Finally, I made it!"
The white dove slowly retracted its wings and landed on the girl's slender arm.
As if she had just finished a marathon, she was already drenched in sweat. Her tight-fitting sports t-shirt and running pants were soaked, sticking to her beautiful body.
Unfortunately, no one was lucky enough to see her.
She gasped for air and looked at the hand that was floating in the air dozens of kilometers away. She shook her head helplessly.
Under the illumination of the streetlight, her shadow seemed to come alive. It slowly raised its hands, as if pulling out some invisible weapon. Two.
It slashed forward.
And then, silence descended.
At that moment, the rumbling in the distance, the chirping of flying insects, the falling dust, the flowing wind, the rushing river, the rising fire, and the solid ground all stopped.
It was as if they had been frozen by an invisible force.
In the next moment, a trace that was so thin that it was almost impossible to see extended out from under her feet. It stretched forward in a straight line, spanning 23 kilometers and 411 meters.
It was precise to the millimeter of destruction.
Without any hesitation, the palm was separated from the middle and fell to the sides. Then, it was broken at the waist and turned into four pieces.
Before the four pieces could fall apart, they split into eight pieces.
One, two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one hundred twenty-eight, two hundred fifty-six … The cruel and precise geometric increase extended to the limit of human observation.
In the end, the shattered Origin Substance exploded.
It turned into a fire that burned everything.
Everything ended here. Before this sword that could not even be described with any movement, it had come to an end.
It was over.
"Hopefully, there won't be too many victims."
She sighed dejectedly. Then, she heard the sound of the phone in her pocket.
"Hello? I'll be right there! I got lost just now, I really got lost … There's definitely something wrong with your airdrop! I'll be right there. Five minutes, I'll be there in five minutes … Aiya, I'm on my way … "
The pigeon and the girl both disappeared.
.
.
"Great Strength of Heaven and Earth, Freedom Divine Ability …"
The moment the Wind Disaster Beast's palm shattered, the Red Glove's face turned ashen. He squeezed out a voice through gritted teeth.
"White Emperor's Son!"
Pa!
A shattering sound suddenly appeared on his face.
Cracks spread out, and in an instant, it was as if there were countless swords slashing at him. Half of his body had turned into a bloody mess, and the invisible swords were still tearing at his body until the pendant on his neck let out a wail. The doll with a blank face shattered into dust.
The Blank Doll took his place and bore the remaining power of the White Emperor's Son's sword.
However, even the last bit of 'radiation' that leaked out was enough to make him suffer.
Even the soul manifestation in his hand, the Sneering Fish Tank, had a terrible crack on it. One of the two baby fishes inside had already flipped on its belly.
The other one was also swaying half-dead. It seemed that it did not have much time left to live.
"Damn it, those monsters …"
The Red Glove suddenly bent over and vomited a mouthful of blood. He heard the heavy footsteps in the distance. The army had already begun to move. A ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He took out the detonator from his pocket and pressed it down.
The plastic explosives placed around the church lit up with a final countdown. This way, the last traces would be completely wiped out in fifteen seconds.
It did not matter if he failed, as long as the Reincarnation Cauldron was still there …
He turned around and extended his hand towards the pulpit, but his hand and his sinister smile froze in place — the pulpit was empty!
Gone!
The Reincarnation Cauldron was gone!
That box had already disappeared without a trace!
He furiously opened the pulpit, but found nothing. He roared hoarsely. Amidst the approaching footsteps, he frantically tore the pulpit apart. Still, he could not find anything.
When the remaining door of the church was suddenly smashed open and the suppression troops broke in, they saw a man with red eyes like a mad dog standing on the pulpit.
He spat and disdainfully gestured his middle finger at the group of soldiers, "Eat sh * t, you bunch of zombies from the Astronomy Society!"
He threw out a poker card.
The poker card suddenly folded in half in the air, pulling his body together. Then, he folded again and again along with the poker card. In a flash, he became an insignificant dot and was sucked into a deep cave and disappeared.
The next moment, the flames of destruction engulfed everything.
.
.
The feeling of excessive blood loss turned out not to be painful.
He could not even feel pain.
He was just sleepy and had no strength in his body. He was lazy, as if nothing was important. He wanted to sleep, to rest, to let this f * cked up life end.
He closed his eyes and accepted the full taste of this long torture with a clear conscience — a long undisturbed sleep.
Death was coming.
After seeing so many deaths and so many different kinds of deaths, Huai Shi found that he finally ushered in his own end.
It was not terrifying, nor painful. There was even no reluctance.
He was just sleepy and confused.
In a trance, he felt that someone was pushing his body, struggling to hold a stick and push forward, little by little, like a snail pushing a stone.
He was flipped over and sprawled on a tattered carpet. Then, he was dragged to a certain place by someone.
He smelled the smell of burning, heard the sound of breaking, and hoarse moans as if the whole world was being destroyed.
There was a drop of water on Huai Shi's face.
There was the smell of blood.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Yoo Dong-ri next to him. He did not know whether he was alive or dead, and in front of him, the old man who was crawling on the carpet.
The one-legged figure pushed forward with all his might, pushed open a door, and turned his head.
His face seemed to have been broken. Half of his face did not change at all, as pale as a corpse. The other half spasmed violently, together with the other half of his body.
It was as if half of him had died, and the other half was struggling hard, but there was no cure.
Seeing Huai Shi's dazed eyes, he avoided his eyes. He just rolled up the carpet with difficulty, wrapped himself and Yoo Dong-ri together, and rolled forward with difficulty.
"I'm sorry … I have to save her … Huai Shi, only I can save her … I'm sorry …"
He whispered hoarsely, as if apologizing, but he did not expect a response. He just muttered to himself, "I'm sorry … I'm sorry …"
A phone rang. The Great Lama on the fake phone was singing some love song happily and calling for her husband, but no one picked up the call.
"I'm sorry …"
Blood fell on Huai Shi's face, with the warmth of tears.
He was shoved into the darkness behind the door, and tumbled down the long steps into the cellar full of litter and pickle jars.
In the violent tumble and fall, Huai Shi saw Lao Yang's face for the last time.
He leaned on the door frame and looked at the young man. The corner of his twitching mouth pulled up into a wretched angle, as if he was smiling. He held the phone that was still vibrating in his hand, and waved at him.
It was as if he was saying goodbye.
Huai Shi opened his mouth and wanted to call him, but he could not make a sound.
The door was closed.
In the darkness, the roar of an explosion came from afar. Terrifying flames and high temperature swept through the entire church, turning the last remnants into ashes.
Huai Shi closed his eyes.
Death hugged him.
.
.
"Someone, asked me, to … bring a message to everyone …"
The stiff and rigid man was trapped in the chair and kept twitching nervously. The goldfish in his eyes swam lifelessly.
"He said … he said … he said …"
His expression suddenly turned crazed, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.
"The Green Sun will eventually shine on the world."
Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the sudden gunshot, his head exploded, but the gunshots did not stop. After emptying a magazine, he replaced it with a new one, and he continued to pull the trigger.
Until the thing on the chair turned into a pile of mush.
A broken goldfish jumped out from the empty skull. It was shot into a puddle of stinky paste and soon dehydrated into powder.
"Did you catch him?"
Ai Qing dropped the gun in her hand expressionlessly. She raised her head to look at the middle-aged man's expression, and she stopped hiding her displeasure. "You don't have to say anymore. He escaped, right? We've lasted for so long, and now we're in time for the cleanup? "
"He has a relic that can perform short-distance warp on him. We've already locked down the area around Xin Hai …"
"What about the survivors?"
Ai Qing lost interest in listening to him continue.
"… We're looking for them."
"Then continue the search."
Ai Qing pulled back her gaze. "Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we have to look until we find their bodies."
No one objected.
When midnight arrived, news came from the collapsed church ruins. "Yoo Dong-ri and Huai Shi have been found!"
Outside the ruins, Ai Qing was still sitting in the wheelchair. Her expression was calm. "What's their condition?"
"Yoo Dong-ri is still alive, but he's heavily injured. As for Huai Shi …"
The person who reported paused, and his expression became hesitant.
"They're being resuscitated."
.
The temporary resuscitation room was already a mess. Ai Qing waited quietly outside the door, listening to the chaos inside.
"What about their breathing? Is there any more? "
"There's no more. Their pulse is about to disappear. Quick, inject them …"
"No, their heartbeat is chaotic. They're almost gone … Where's the defibrillator? Give me the defibrillator! "
"One, two, three!"
Bang!
"One, two, three!"
Bang!
…
After a long time, there was no more sound from inside. The doctor who was in charge of resuscitation walked out from inside. He removed his mask, and his expression was regretful. "I'm sorry, we're one step too late …"
Ai Qing nodded. She did not say anything and allowed those people to walk past her.
Soon, Ai Qing finally saw Huai Shi.
As if in a deep sleep, the young man was lying on the operating table. The bullet hole in his chest was pale, and there was no blood flowing out.
His empty eyes looked at the shadowless lamp above his head.
The last heartbeat stopped.
Ai Qing was silent. She lowered her eyes, and her palms that gripped the armrest were pale. After a long time, she said calmly, "Then … then let's follow the procedure."
She turned the wheelchair around and wanted to leave.
But then, the wheelchair stopped moving.
She seemed to have heard something.
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