"You embers, really troublesome."

A monotonous sigh came through Ji Jue's perceptual communication: "Went so far, and ended up just dealing with a bunch of small fries, not even a warm-up... Why not just let me take that guy down?"

"No need."

Ji Jue firmly shook his head: "I've been working so hard, just to personally handle this dish. If he were to die at someone else's hands before the show even finished, wouldn't that be meaningless?"

"Hey, if you truly want to explore your own limits, why worry so much, hesitate so much?" The voice sneered coldly, urging: "Just go and draw your blade, win or lose, life or death, it comes down to this."

"Why draw a blade?" Ji Jue asked in confusion, making the other side fall silent.

"Speaking of which, do you know the safety regulations of the laboratory and factory?"

Ji Jue gazed down at the battlefield, slowly responding: "When dealing with dangerous chemicals, doing experiments with existing risks, all regulations and rules will tirelessly remind you to make all preparations and protective measures.

Don't be afraid of trouble, trouble is right.

Only in this way can one minimize losses and minimize risks and accidents before changes occur."

Ji Jue said, "As far as these dangerous test subjects are concerned, one cannot be too cautious; otherwise, how would one handle them calmly and avoid waste?"

"Heh, embers."

The voice seemed to shake its head with emotion but was met with another cold snort.

Ji Jue didn't care about this.

He was just standing far away from the battlefield, appreciating all the changes before his eyes, even the image of the opponent reaching a dead end.

Come, Pacquiao, no need to hesitate, struggle freely!

"Let me see your limits..."

Ji Jue sighed lightly, flicked his fingers again.

Instantly, amidst the torrential rain, the sound of a massive metal friction erupted.

Amidst the ruins, beneath the mud, behind the broken doors, even in the coastal warehouse, indicator lights lit up like scarlet eyes, spreading.

Tricycles, minibuses, trucks, and even motorcycles, tail-end goods in the warehouse, and even discarded firearms and scrapped equipment...

Countless mechanical creations awakened, animated, screeched, and charged out under the power of Mechanical Descent, converging together, like an endless tide of metal.

Toward the battlefield, they cast the last straw to break the camel's back!

After that, even the pirate ships that were gradually sinking and stranded began to show signs of sparks and change, with originally unresponsive turrets and machine guns turning and firing wildly!

Witnessing the water ghosts' abject defeat, their scattered and fleeing form, as Pacquiao's angry expression gradually dissipated upon realizing his plan had failed.

His face, full of wrinkles and scars, gradually calmed.

As if he had come to some kind of resolution.

Swallowing the humiliation of being toyed with in the palm of someone's hand!

"If that's the case, then let this humiliation be washed away with your blood!"

Pacquiao softly murmured, silently declaring: "Great Group, no..."

"——Slaughter! Witness!"

In an instant, the pair of eyes, turned jet black, lost any sign of vitality, leaving only a void as if nothing existed.

A shattered sound erupted suddenly, so crisp and subtle, yet it resonated throughout the entire battlefield.

Like breaking free from shackles!

The Mutated aura no longer concealed, erupting from the body, causing everyone to involuntarily change their complexion.

The Blood Banner in his hand rose, and the green fire that once engulfed the sky bizarrely changed direction, converging, layering and entwining around his body.

Where he passed, every water ghost was completely consumed in the green fire, wailing, futile struggling, drained of everything... thus fulfilling their last duty as cannon fodder!

Curved horns slowly emerged from his forehead, pointing obliquely towards the sky.

Black scales grew from beneath his flesh, covering his body without any weaknesses, and strange bat wings stretched from his back, raised, and opened.

Devouring all light.

Rebirth form, revealed!

Boom!

Instantaneously, the afflicted one soared skyward, descending from the heavens!

The remaining walls outside Xinquan collapsed with a crash, causing an unknown number of buildings to crack and splinter from the aftershock.

The devil enshrouded in green fire descended from the sky, appearing in front of the Returning Knight's Sharp Arrow Formation!

The bone spear in his hand lifted.

Pointing forward.

"Come!"

Slan only felt a wave of evil coldness consuming everything!

There can be no hesitation, no escape; if there were any retreat now, it would only lead to death. The only thing he could do was accelerate, once more, lifting the Holy Artifact Flag in his hand, shouting and roaring.

The Blood Flames of the Fungus Group roared to life, converging on the knight's lance in his hand, the strength of hundreds of Returning Knights condensed into a single point, charging forward resolutely!

Blood against blood, fire against fire.

The instant confrontation was like a storm crashing against the rocks, shattered into pieces. Slan at the forefront was already flung away, falling, with half of his body crushed into mud, while the Holy Artifact Flag in his hand splintered full of a disastrous gap.

The initially unstoppable torrent of Blood Flames was now collapsing and dispersing in the face-to-face collision, pierced with a rift, dividing into two!

Taking the charge of over a hundred Returning Knights head-on, Pacquiao was surprisingly unharmed.

He casually flung away the flesh and heads on the bone spear in his hand, stepping forward once more.

"Get lost!"

The spear, casually swung, shredded a wisp of smoke extending towards him, forcing Old Lin from his spiritualized state, retreating awkwardly, unable to approach again.

The scythe in hand has already shown signs of cracks, silently breaking apart.

"That guy is finally getting serious..."

No time to anguish, White Deer swiftly retreated, narrowly avoiding the ominous power of erosion.

As if tangible, a viscous darkness spread from Pacquiao's feet, surging like dark mud with flickering eerie fire rising intermittently from it.

Decaying skeletons and shattered corpses faintly emerged from the mud, rising, twitching, writhing, more like dancing; the corpses sobbing in grief while the white bones laughed and sang.

Phosphorescent blood flames rose and swirled.

—— Circle Realm·Eternal Dark Burial Abyss, unfolds right here!

Once decided to go all out, the originally thin aura of Superior could no longer conceal the tide-like Mutated Pollution, and the true face of Pacquiao, the receiver of misfortune, was revealed before everyone's eyes!

This is the evil cultivated in the endless oppression, plunder, and slaughter between Thousand Islands, a genuine choice for Slaughter!

After all, what's the difference between the Great Group and Slaughter?

Pacquiao didn't care, sneering—it's the same war, the same killing, dying like a dog, can there really be any distinction of which is more good, and which is more evil?

After all, it's just dog bites dog, man kills man, eat eat eat, kill kill kill, burn burn burn, die die die!

The scattered corpses of the dead piled up into a mountain, the survivors eat the bodies, trample on the flames and charred corpses, climbing step by step higher, and yet which corpse is nobler, which is more despicable?!

The Great Group doesn't care.

Even now, there was not the slightest weakening in the blessing from the Sacrificial Master!

The sound of explosions echoed incessantly.

The mere burning of phosphorescent fire melted all the mechanical constructs that closed in, turning them into molten iron.

In the Long River, the massive Prosperity burst forth with a roar, hurling its several-hundred-meter-long transmission shaft fiercely towards them, the tremendous sound of the air being pierced, only to see the flash of eerie fire and blood light, and it was cut in two.

Immediately, a deep crack appeared on the ship's armor, penetrating within.

Amidst the sparks, the fuel seeped out like blood.

Finally, those pitch-black eyes had already looked towards Ji Jue on the distant skyscraper.

"It's your turn!"

In the mud-like darkness of the Circle Realm, countless phosphorescent flames erupted, converging to form a grotesque and eerie giant hand, while within the mud, innumerable bones gathered, transforming into the shape of spears.

Hurled fiercely!

Even earlier, the alarm from Isis had already sounded.

Yet Ji Jue remained indifferent.

Within the roaring torrent of eerie fire, countless silver lights manifested from thin air, converging and blocking in front, only to be torn apart like layers of thin paper.

Immediately following, the Dragon Mountain Armor rose suddenly.

Pan Ying slashed down, crashing directly and pointedly!

In an instant, the whole Xinquan shook with a thunderous noise, explosions sounded one after another from the ground, numerous shanties collapsed, dust filled the air.

The surface of the Dragon Mountain Armor turned scorching red, Dragon Blood boiled, the Spirit Light on Pan Ying dimmed like a candle in the wind.

Yet the value of Unmoving as a Mountain was fully demonstrated, even after taking such a terrifying blow, it still managed to maintain its form!

Even Ji Jue was momentarily stunned.

But immediately, a chill enveloped him.

It could withstand it not just because the defense of Unmoving as a Mountain was strong... in this strike, the opponent hadn't poured in much strength at all!

It was like merely a distraction!

No, from the very beginning till now, the bizarre changes occurring in Pacquiao had already successfully attracted everyone's attention including his own, which meant...

He finally realized with sudden clarity.

But unfortunately, it was too late.

A strange and hoarse laughter suddenly echoed from the sky, like an illusion.

Silence.

A sudden deathly stillness, the pallid fog shrouded amidst the flames of war, the fine rain falling from the sky abruptly halted, as if time had frozen.

Amidst the dark clouds above the sky, the flickering of lightning briefly illuminated a shadowy figure high suspended in the sky. Unbeknownst to anyone, it had appeared there, quietly accumulating power outside everyone's view, until the moment of opportunity arrived, and it erupted violently!

The aura of Great Evil·Ghost Frost revealed itself, merging into the endless dark clouds as if an invisible mouth had opened wide, swallowing all the Thunderbolts above Xinquan's sky.

Even the flames on the ground shivered in terror and were frozen by the pallor.

The vast Xinquan fell into a chilling ice cave.

All heat was completely drawn away, greedily devoured, until finally, at the fingertips of that eerie silhouette, it converged into a single drop of flame as black as water, as if the collapse and condensation of all the world's destruction.

From within the laughter, the Annihilation Fire, enough to utterly evaporate half of Xinquan, was flung out like light, like lightning.

Towards Ji Jue!

However, more regrettable than Ji Jue's realization being a bit late, was his...

Well, laughing a bit too early.

"There really are sly old foxes!"

Without warning, an exclamatory voice sounded from behind the silhouette, filled with regret: "What a pity, even if a wolf came instead..."

Above the sky, within a narrow shadow that the crisscrossing lightning couldn't illuminate, a silhouette suddenly leaped across a long distance, appearing out of thin air.

Close at hand.

When the arrogant receiver of misfortune finally noticed, it just felt a finger gently pressing against the back of its head.

Immediately following, what unfolded was the pinnacle of mastery...

Hunting Finger·Flying Light!

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