Chapter 78
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Chapter 78: Title
Ye Linlang dispersed abyssal creatures across Blue Star at random intervals, governed solely by the whims of the world consciousness—for in truth, this cosmic sentience dictated the laws governing all existence.
None could rival its impartiality, not even her.
The monitor flickered with an image of Tower Bridge, England’s iconic landmark. By nightfall, both the Eastern underworld and Western realm of the dead would overflow with spirits. Observing the spiraling death statistics, Ye Linlang’s face remained impassive in the screen’s pale glow.
To retain one’s soul for afterlife passage now seemed a mercy. Should those abyssal beings from the shattered world fragment break through, not even fragmented spirits would remain.
The Abyss’s corruption transcends mere flesh.
Within England’s Special Operations Department, personnel moved with urgent precision, containing panic through methodical coordination.
"Redirect satellite focus to Wizard Carlyle—ensure uninterrupted combat broadcast," barked Myers from the command center’s heart. As department chief, stabilizing this maelstrom fell to him.
Though the Awakening of Spiritual Energy had normalized supernatural phenomena across Blue Star, and though foreign nations’ collapses through significant chaos filled news cycles, rationality dissolved when catastrophe struck home. Citizens clutched firearms like talismans, abandoning faith in rescuers.
The fortunate dodged plummeting abyssal horrors or happened beyond their landing zones. The unlucky met snarling jaws head-on.
England’s survival as a united nation hinged on demonstrating unshakable protective might.
Myers’ recent tour of the magic world’s hidden wonders now felt cruelly premature—negotiations with wizards remained incomplete when the abyssal invasion erupted. With conventional armies useless and city-destroying weapons immobilized, mystical aid became their sole recourse.
The wizards’ emergence shattered all hopes of secrecy. Not merely scattered individuals, but the full Council of Truth mobilized alongside foreign allies, flooding into daylight.
"Channel wood-attributed magic into an elfin bow’s form," Martha instructed Merlinka, hovering protectively nearby. "Release moonlight arrows through wind currents—they’ll find their marks."
With Martha’s vigilance, the tier one and two abyssal swarm only honed Merlinka’s focus rather than endangering her. Though jungle-nurtured elves abhorred violence, necessity forged lethal precision.
This onslaught served as Merlinka’s trial—no training surpassed live combat. While all elves mastered archery, Moon Elves stood apart. Their bond with the Mother Tree and Earth God thrummed through each arrow, their magic dwarfing lesser kin’s.
Martha observed approvingly as Merlinka’s arrows siphoned strength from the screeching creatures. Nearby, news crews faithfully livestreamed the battle, elf-guarded despite swirling chaos.
The respite shattered with a cameraman’s scream.
"Dear viewers—that seven-story monstrosity approaches! It’s—"
Martha gauged the mid-tier three behemoth’s lumbering advance.
"Merlinka, catch!" Her hands flashed emerald, hurling a staff veined with living vines toward the apprentice. At its apex, half-opened amethyst blossoms cradled a pulsating gemstone—a fledgling Moon Elf’s power amplifier.
The staff’s energy coursed through Merlinka, doubling her mid-tier one capabilities to their absolute limit.
Martha gazed in another direction, her heart heavy with concern.
Carlyle, please stay safe.
Elsewhere, Carlyle finalized the arcane construct in his mind. A colossal water magic manifested, its icy aquatic elements cascading with bone-chilling coldness reminiscent of the deep sea’s abyssal depths.
The tier five abyssal creature blazed like a living inferno, its hellfire stubbornly resisting even the torrential downpour of water magic. Though Carlyle specialized in aqueous spells, his versatility shouldn’t be underestimated.
While the watery prison contained the flaming monstrosity, tendrils of liquid branched out to douse spreading fires. The creature’s whip-like flames had ignited buildings and scorched fleeing citizens. These unnatural fires exhibited terrifying sentience – devouring one fuel source before leaping hungrily to the next.
The battleground’s proximity to downtown intensified the catastrophe. Collateral damage from Carlyle’s duel left structural ruins and countless casualties in its wake.
Nations across Blue Star abandoned strategic reservations, mobilizing every resource to contain this existential threat. In Zhongxia,
Li Canghai’s blade arced through a bull-like abomination, his strikes unflinching against the pain-resistant beast. Mere grazes from such creatures could cripple ordinary people. Humanity stood defenseless against potential hordes of these fiends.
"Seems I’m only fit for camerawork today," Hu Mei remarked, her vulpine tail twitching restlessly. Outclassed in combat, her sole contribution became broadcasting Daoist Priest Li’s valor through the Spiritual Network.
Zhongxia’s state channel streamed nationwide, with multiple feeds from battlefronts showcased prominently on the Spiritual Network. Any skilled individual could host streams, though survival remained non-negotiable for broadcasters.
【AHHHH! DAOIST LI’S SWORDPLAY MELTS MY SOUL!!!】
【Young Master Leng’s fan techniques = instant heart attack material QAQ】
【Slay them all, Ghost in Red! Your beauty rivals your lethality!】
【The chanting little monk radiates purity! Must protect that smile T^T】
【Xu Li’s formation tricks? ABSOLUTE MADMAN!】
【Heaven’s Eye is cheating! How’s that even fair??】
【Daoist Chen’s scholarly grace…I’d convert to his sect ANYDAY!】
【Brother Yang’s flames purify those abyss-scum!】
【Brother Qiao’s physique vs monsters = PEAK MARTIAL ARTS!】
【Youyang’s battlefield concerto! Death has never sounded so elegant~~】
Amidst the chaos, the "Spirit Monster Live Stream" skyrocketed from obscurity to trending. Viewer numbers dictated stream visibility, and this newcomer’s popularity exploded.
While the Special Bureau prioritized official channels, independent streams like "Sword Immortal’s Azure Blade" or "Young Master Leng’s Combat Diary" flourished. Yet none captivated like the enigmatic spirit broadcast.
Though the Bureau acknowledged spirit cultivators’ existence, their rare appearances made this stream irresistible.
【WTF?! Since when do animals fight abyssals?!】
【Spirit stream my ass – this is Planet Earth 2.0!】
【That’s GREEN PEACOCK! National treasure serving looks while KILLING!】
【Fat Jiu perching on the marten! My silver-throated long-tailed tit can’t be this cute!】
【One-paw wolf annihilation? Sign me up for werewolf school!】
【Golden Eagle’s wings = literal Midas touch!】
【Yellow fox rescuing kids? Disney who?】
【They’re spirits? Just smart animals tbh.】
【Purple marten TALKED! Called humans "pathetic cultivators"!】
The husky-sized marten preened before White Rabbit’s camera. "You got my heroic save, right?"
"Full coverage," the waist-high lagomorph replied softly.
The rescued siblings blinked at their vulpine savior-turned-insulter. Before they could react, Peacock Spirit approached with iridescent plumage shimmering.
"We’ll escort you home," the avian cultivator declared. Though viewers joked about nature documentaries, no zoological film featured creatures of this scale – from the towering rabbit to the suddenly-enlarged marten that had saved them moments earlier.
"Our apartment’s nearby," the sister stammered, gesturing to their bombarded neighborhood. They’d been fleeing when the abyssal predator cornered them. Without the spirits’ intervention, their minor injuries would’ve been death certificates.
