"So I had no choice; I must rely on them to personally lead to that Mr. Duan's lair."
Listening to Zhou Huai's words, Zhao Qingcang's heart jolted as he grasped a clue. "You an you've done sothing to those captives?"
"During their ti in Prison No. 0, I planted my Alien Parasites in all of them," Zhou Huai explained patiently.
"Those Parasites have completely fused with their heart pulses. As long as they don't die, no matter where they flee—even if they go to the Free Federation thousands of miles away—I can pinpoint their positions without a second's delay."
"Not only that, the Parasites are constantly absorbing their life Origin; their strength will only grow weaker and weaker, leaving them unable to cause any more trouble."
At this point, Zhou Huai sighed, his gaze softening slightly. "Furthermore, those mbers of the Ancient Remnant Clan have possessed the bodies of our innocent Great Xia Country Professionals. If I had killed them all just now, those hundreds of Great Xia citizens would have been beyond saving."
"Letting them return alive serves two purposes: they can lead the way for , and I can preserve our compatriots' Physical Bodies. It's killing two birds with one stone, so why not?"
Zhao Qingcang was completely dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the blond youth before him, who was barely in his early twenties, his heart filled with shock.
It turned out that from the very beginning, the survival that the Grand Elder and his people so self-righteously thought they had secured was all within the calculations of the God of War of Great Xia!
This was an incredibly ruthless, interlocking series of lethal moves! Using the enemy's own hands to dig their own ancestral grave!
"The Star Lord's foresight is profound... Qingcang is in awe!" Zhao Qingcang lowered his head and gave Zhou Huai a military salute.
Zhou Huai did not respond further; his gaze slowly turned toward the Great Xia Imperial Capital below.
Most of the destructive damage in the sky just now had been blocked by the Great Spatial Shift Zhao Qingcang had desperately perford and the Imperial Capital's highest-level defense Formation. However, the terrifying aftershocks from the clash between several SS-Rank Experts still caused a certain degree of devastation to this political and economic center of Great Xia.
Looking down from an altitude of thousands of ters, cracks had appeared in the prosperous districts, and the glass walls of many skyscrapers were shattered into pieces.
On the streets, the air raid sirens continued their shrill, mournful wail. Amidst the collapsed rubble, countless civilians who hadn't managed to hide in the shelters were injured. Cries for help, weeping, and the glows of Spells from dical Professionals rushing about intertwined into a tragic post-war tableau.
Zhou Huai watched all this and began to calculate another extrely lucrative deal.
"The harvest of faith in East Sea City is almost complete. The massive base of ten million people in the Imperial Capital cannot be wasted," he murmured in his heart.
He thought to himself.
This kind of drama—saving the common people from fire and water—would not only allow him to rapidly accumulate a massive amount of Karma but was also a perfect opportunity to deeply plant his divine image in people's hearts! Only a vast amount of Mortal faith could support him in continuously raising his Clone's strength until he possessed the power to completely wipe out Mr. Duan.
"It's also ti to give these desperate people a little light."
Zhou Huai closed his eyes.
His consciousness crossed the barriers of space and connected with his Clone hidden deep within the Void Realm, which had already reached a terrifying Rank—Great Sage Li Er!
"Manifesting Divinity, begin."
Zhou Huai softly uttered these four words in his heart.
In an instant, a profound aura that transcended all modern Systems of magic and Martial Skills rippled out frantically in all directions with Zhou Huai as the center!
"Hum—!"
The sky over the Imperial Capital, which had appeared sowhat gloomy due to the battle's aftershocks, suddenly trembled violently.
Then, before everyone's incredulous eyes, the thick clouds above the firmant were slowly pushed aside by an invisible giant hand.
Ten thousand rays of brilliant purple-gold light pierced through the clouds, shining upon the broken land of the Imperial Capital.
Within this sacred and inviolable light, a ten-thousand-foot-tall phantom slowly took shape amidst the clouds!
It was the phantom of an old man with white hair and a white beard, wearing simple Daoist robes. He had a kind face, held a fly-whisk, and sat cross-legged in the Void Realm, surrounded by visible inscriptions of the Law of the Great Dao.
Above the firmant, the purple-gold light broke through the heavy, dark clouds.
A phantom of an old man in Daoist robes sat cross-legged atop the Nine Heavens.
He held a fly-whisk with his eyes slightly closed, and chain-like Law inscriptions flowed around him. This aura carried no murderous intent, yet it possessed a vast pressure.
The entire Imperial Capital ca to a standstill.
The shrill air raid sirens in the ruins were suppressed by the power of the Law.
On the streets, the fleeing civilians stopped in their tracks.
Among the broken walls and debris, the Professionals digging through the rocks looked up.
That purple-gold phantom was reflected in everyone's eyes.
The panicked crowds, the scattered dust, and the scent of blood all faded under the shining light.
People's tense bodies gradually relaxed.
Their rapid breathing slowly leveled out.
"Commander... did you see that?"
Inside the Great Xia Military Departnt's highest underground command center, a staff officer sprang from his chair, pointing at the holographic screen, his voice hoarse. "This... what level of Skill Phenonon is this?"
In the command room, the generals stared at the screen in silence.
Commander-in-Chief Chen Huaishu stared at the screen, grabbed the communicator, and roared at the technical desk:
"What are the energy readings? Can the System panel analyze this phantom's profession System and Mana fluctuations?"
"Re-Reporting, Commander-in-Chief!"
The technician was drenched in sweat, his hands flying across the keyboard as he watched the red garbled code flashing on the screen. He swallowed hard. "Unable to analyze! The System's computing power has overloaded! The aura emitted by this phantom is not conventional Mana!"
Beside him, the one-ard general Wang Zhenbei murmured to himself, "Not Mana? Then ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) could it be... a god has descended? In the modern Professional System, how could such a level of pressure exist?"
Far away in the wilderness outside the city, Zhao Qingcang and Lin Zhu stood with their mouths agape, unable to make a sound.
They looked up at the phantom in the sky and then at Zhou Huai, who was standing on the Magic Dragon's head.
"Zhou Huai... what are you trying to do?" Zhao Qingcang swallowed, his voice tight.
Zhou Huai did not look back, his black hair fluttering in the light.
"Just you wait and see!"
He looked down at the city gazing up at him and smiled.
The emotions of the 'leeks' had already been built up to the right point.
Zhou Huai laughed inwardly. After experiencing despair, they were granted hope. In this world, what could be more effective at fostering fanatical faith than this?
He closed his eyes, synchronizing his main consciousness with Great Sage Li Er deep in the Void Realm.
And then.
Atop the Nine Heavens, the phantom opened its eyes.
Two beams of purple-gold divine light shot out from the phantom's eyes, sweeping across the entire Imperial Capital.
Imdiately following that, a grand voice resounded in the ears of every person in the Imperial Capital.
"All living beings suffer, heaven and earth grieve together."
"In the na of the Great Dao, I restructure the Laws of this world—"
The phantom raised its right hand and waved the fly-whisk toward the city below.
"Ti, Reverse!"
"All things, Revive!"
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