Amidst the raging fires and wails, countless souls raised their eyes, gazing at the sunlight-like gleam above the sky, as scarlet tears flowed down their faces and dropped into pools of blood.
Thus, amidst ruins and ashes, enveloped by the gloom of blood and death, countless Invisible Hands appeared, spread open, and tightly grasped their palms.
Even if only emptiness remained.
At that mont, an unprecedented, shrill cry sounded from above the sky.
In the void, Invisible currents erged, spread, and enveloped everything, infinite brilliance like a rainstorm, splashing towards the earth.
Under the interference of All-Domain Circulation Control, with an infinite supply of spiritual energy, the Non-attack Matrix spread from the void, expanding and operating overloaded, burning red-hot.
It was an unprecedented scale...
— [chanical Descent]!
From this fleeting mont, the light of redemption flowed through Hell, delivering this gift into every tightly clasped palm!
Bringing the final blessing:
"You are all free."
Then suddenly, the world fell deathly silent.
As the illusion of flas and ashes disappeared without a trace, no one could feel any relief, only an unprecedented terror and suppression rising from within.
"What's that sound?"
Inside the Holy Hall, the Evil Cult's Believers turned in astonishnt.
No one responded.
In the silence, only a wisp of dust rose from the shadows, dancing in terror, then, amid the trembling of the earth, a sudden surge of mixed noises erupted!
On the ruined streets, a dusty light flickered abruptly.
Inside the broken bulb, light ignited.
Blindingly scarlet!
Like the famished gaze of the undead from Hell, staring unblinkingly at them.
Then, the sound of steel friction burst forth.
Beneath the rusted, shattered car shells, scrapped engines roared back to life, wailing sharply, with stinging fus rising and spreading.
It seed as if an invisible Life Force spread from dead objects, bestowing rcy, making the steel creations laying dormant in the darkness start operating again, opening their eyes, and looking at the Hell that created them.
"Save...save..."
The quiet grocery shelves, the shattered radios started again, electrical buzzing loud and harsh, transmitting the echo of the departed, weeping blood, questioning: "Why... why..."
No one responded.
So, the wails beca more piercing, more shrill.
Finally, they turned into hysterical screams!
From corners and gaps, from desolate streets, in chaotic battlefields and burning flas, under every lit scarlet light...
Within every space and place in Spring City.
The darkness was illuminated once more, from a series of extending, flickering lights in the distance. It was like invisible blood flowing from the pulse, filling all, pervading everything.
Then, a piercing sound of friction erupted intermittently.
Behind every crack and fissure of each machine, viscous blood gushed out, spreading, amidst crying, sparks flew, rusted iron shells cracked open, faces and claws covered in rust raised.
They howled sharply!
The first unnoticed Evil Cultist turned in astonishnt and was imdiately knocked down.
Then, among abandoned steel and creations, one after another Mutant monster crawled out, shrieking madly, pouncing, biting ferociously, savagely munching, flailing newly ford claws and teeth, gorging on flesh!
A piercing alarm sounded, reverberating everywhere, enveloping every place in Spring City.
The broken trucks shook off dust, transford into beasts, recklessly smashing through walls, trampling, and viciously devouring the blood and bones underfoot.
Even if in the next instant it was destroyed in counter-attack, the twisted debris still stubbornly flickered relentlessly.
Strangely aggregated constructs soared like birds, spreading steel wings, rising into the sky, converging with each other, eventually like a grey-black storm.
Wherever they passed, amidst the rust, only ruins remained.
And amid the trembling of the earth, cracks suddenly spread, expanded, and Mutated trains burst forth from tunnels, opening their mouths, crashing into the Sacred Place, wreaking havoc, entwining the sacred statues, disturbing their corporeal forms.
And more, more rustling sounds arose from ventilation ducts, sewerage, and shadows, an array of tiny monsters assembled from miscellaneous parts and debris rushing and flowing in groups.
Though they were only the size of a palm, when gathered together, they transford into a terrifying tide, innurable, endless.
Indistinguishable whose cries and screams it was.
After they rushed past, all that remained in the dried blood were shattered bones and debris.
As the Security Bureau's teams cautiously tightened their formations, on guard defensively, they saw that a sweeping tide of tal surged past them, simply, disregarding them!
At this mont, looking around, the entire Spring City was engulfed by that endless tide. Countless tals and debris were violently assembled together, sketching ferocious visages, madly destroying every visible foe and enemy.
No matter how they were destroyed, within the fragnts, hungry monsters reford. No matter the damage caused, beneath the wreckage, blood and raging fires never ceased.
Even Jian Yuan, perhaps never imagined, the skills he taught Ji Jue could create such terrifying consequences!
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