When he finally burst through the soil, crawling out from the underground warehouse, he couldn't help but freeze in place.

The once magnificent manor had vanished entirely.

In the midst of the silver rainstorm, only a scene of utter desolation remained, with scarlet flames dancing over the shattered ruins and fragmented corpses strewn across the scorched earth.

And deep within the flames, the sharp sound of steel grinding continually echoed.

A metallic centipede, covered in blood and flesh, coiled around the bell tower. It opened its mandibles, tilted its head back, and devoured a screaming guard, chewing with satisfaction.

Amidst the rolling black smoke, large and small sinister shadows—the mechanical monsters cloaked in Blood Flames—prowled in packs, ignoring the maids who knelt on the ground crying in terror. Instead, they dragged out the butler hiding behind a girl, and then the screaming old man was engulfed by the metallic glare.

The monsters pounced, feasting gluttonously.

The apocalyptic scenes unfolded before his eyes.

Ruins Chosen One turned pale and instinctively wanted to dive back underground to flee for his life. But in the last moment, he heard the sharp grinding noise emanating from deep within the flames.

Blades scraped against the ground, sending blood-colored sparks flying.

Pan Ying cried out.

The Dragon Mountain Armor, like a giant iron titan, slowly turned its gaze towards the stunned Ruins Chosen One.

At that moment, the corner of the menacing metal face seemed to curl into a grin.

A hungry smile.

And then, there was nothing more.

.

In just three minutes, the manor, turned to complete ruin, returned to silence.

Aside from the sound of metal grinding, only one more voice was heard.

"A little to the left, a little more left, yes, that's it!"

The young man stood atop the highest point of the manor, clutching a hand-drawn blueprint, directing the mechanical monsters that moved the debris and corpses, gathering them and placing them according to the markings on the blueprint.

Interlocking and overlapping.

Thus, the scarlet blood spread amongst the black ashes, until finally, two intersecting lines were drawn on the ground.

It looked like a giant "X" mark.

Amidst the busyness, every second counted.

Soon, when the last task was complete, the eyes of the mechanical monsters quickly dimmed, returning to their original state. Only the many Spirits of Creation from Fly King gathered in the young man's hands.

He placed them inside a bottle.

Yan Fei raised his head and looked towards the dark sky, then lowered his head to check the time on his phone.

He confirmed the time repeatedly.

Until the last second of eleven o'clock silently passed, the screen displayed the time [12:00].

Without hesitation, the young man pressed down on the detonator he had been fingering for so long in his other hand.

Boom—

Through the clouds, a muffled sound was heard, like the popping of champagne...

Then, the silver-clouded skies violently churned, as if some colossal object descended from the heavens... Accompanied by streaks of silver light opening to the sides, a smoke-billowing Flying Airship plummeted from the sky with the midday sun.

There were no wails, no roars.

Only the sharp whistling of the Flying Airship falling amidst the gusting winds.

Trailing streams of fire spewing from its broken frame, it mournfully and clumsily dived towards the ground...

Not long ago, the Flying Airship had just ascended into the sky—now, in an unexpected descent, it returned its owner to a once warm home.

Sadly, gone were the smiling faces and warm welcome of servants and subordinates. Only the ruins remained, a devastated landscape, and on the ground, a final greeting painted with blood and remains...

Inside the cabin, filled with smoke and the scent of flames, the sharp alarm resonated.

Strapped to a fixed seat, the barely alive Mudahka struggled, widening his blood-covered single eye, gun in hand, to make a final stand.

Yet as he looked around in a daze, he couldn't find the enemy.

In his final moments, he raised his head, looking beyond the shattered cabin.

Through the fierce winds, beyond the gradually parting clouds, he saw the manor turned to ruin, all consumed by the flames, reduced to ash...

As if he finally understood Ji Jue's intent.

"Bastard, such a small mind."

Through violent coughing, he couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, "All for blowing up just one of your offices?"

Sadly, no one responded.

Amidst the roaring destruction, he saw the intersecting marks on the ground, magnify, magnify, and magnify further... until it perfectly hit the bullseye!

Darkness and flames swept over, engulfing everything.

Boom!!!

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