Chapter 525
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Chapter 525: The City of Silence
At the moment he heard those words, Lin Qiye’s eyes suddenly narrowed, and his mind shook violently.
What did he just… call himself?
Director Lin?
How could he know that name?
Lin Qiye gripped the Soul Severing Blade, staring blankly at the black shadow that had already vanished, standing there like a statue.
In front of him, the unconscious Zhao Kun furrowed his brow, groaned softly, and slowly opened his eyes.
“Huh? How did I end up here?” Zhao Kun looked around in confusion. Upon seeing Lin Qiye, who was wearing a Sun Wukong mask, he suddenly froze, recalling the figure wearing a Zhu Bajie mask from this morning…
He quickly covered the back of his head, indignantly exclaiming, “You, you guys are plotting against me again? Does the Fifth Reserve Team really enjoy playing dirty?!”
Lin Qiye rolled his eyes. “You were possessed by the Watcher. I saved you.”
He waved his hand, dispersing the wooden cages around them. Under the control of the ancient tree demon, the wooden platform where Lin Qiye and Zhao Kun stood steadily landed on the ground.
“Qiye, is it resolved?”
Baili Pangpang, who had been guarding beneath the wooden cage, stepped forward and asked.
Lin Qiye nodded. “As planned, it’s resolved.”
He extended his hand, offering the black ring in his palm to Baili Pangpang, who shook his head and smiled, “Give it to Zhuang Ge. I’ve already given him the Soul Severing Blade.”
Shen Qingzhu raised an eyebrow, took the black ring, and put it on his middle finger.
“Thanks.”
“So, this confrontation counts as our victory, right?” Cao Yuan asked.
Lin Qiye looked up at the top of the building on the other side of the street, where a figure draped in a dark red cloak was silently gazing in this direction.
“Of course,” he smiled.
…
Outside the Great Xia territory.
Pale mist filled every inch of space, rolling through the air like waves. Sunlight filtered through the hazy fog, illuminating the dry, lifeless earth. This life-restricted zone, untouched for a century, silently interpreted the beauty of death…
Darkness was gradually eroding this land.
If someone stood on the ground and looked up, they would see a massive black shadow suspended in the sky, slowly moving westward.
It was a city.
A modern city shrouded in ghostly light.
That ghostly light emanated from a floating palace deep underground, filtering through the towering bronze gates, enveloping the entire city in its glow, like a ghostly dome that repelled the mist filling every corner of the world, allowing the thousands of beings sleeping within the city to survive in the fog.
That ghostly light was the law of Fengdu.
Above the floating city, a figure clad in a blue-white robe, with a blue sash around his waist, stood amidst the mist, surrounded by an endless storm. His dark golden eyes contained boundless divine power, inspiring a sense of reverence in anyone who caught a glimpse.
He was Huo, the Wind God, one of the Nine Pillars of Egypt.
His right hand was held out in front of him, as if supporting something. Beneath his feet, endless gusts of wind swirled around the floating city, slowly pushing it westward.
Huo glanced down at the ghostly city beneath him, his brow slightly furrowed. He pointed downward with his right hand, and a deep blue gale several kilometers long gathered at his fingertips, shooting toward the city below.
The gale shattered violently upon touching the ghostly barrier, and the laws of Fengdu circulated, forcefully breaking apart the gale.
Fengdu instinctively resisted the laws of the foreign god.
Huo’s brow furrowed. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly lowered his hand.
Along the way, he had tried countless times to break through the laws of Fengdu, but none had succeeded.
The laws of Fengdu guarded the lives within the fragments of the city like a turtle shell. Even the Wind God could not easily break through, which was why he had been unable to directly plunder Fengdu but could only take the entire city along with it.
It was like a thief who couldn’t open a safe to obtain its treasures, so he had to resort to the clumsiest method of taking the entire safe back and slowly opening it.
The thousands of lives contained within were merely bonuses that came with the safe.
Since the laws of Fengdu were so stubborn, he would take it all back to the Sun City and gather the power of the gods to open it.
He raised his head, controlling the floating city radiating ghostly light, continuing toward the direction of the Egyptian Sun City…
What he did not notice was a barely perceptible sword light sweeping through the mist, quietly slipping into that ghostly light.
…
Inside the city.
Under the ghostly dome, the entire city was dead silent.
The city’s power grid had completely collapsed, and there was not a glimmer of light on the streets. The city center was equally dark, silent and still.
Looking around, there were no traces of technological civilization left in the dark city.
A cold chill lingered beneath the ghostly light, making the entire city feel like an ice cave, with patches of white frost covering the roads, slowly consuming the bodies of the fallen pedestrians.
They were residents of Anta County, knocked unconscious by the gale summoned by the Wind God.
Under the erosion of the frost, their bodies grew colder, and their breaths became weaker…
In the darkness, the vitality of this city was gradually fading.
At that moment, two beams of piercing light shone from the other side of the street, sweeping across the pitch-black, silent street, finally landing on several fallen pedestrians.
“Senior Chen Han, there are still people here!” a young man’s voice came from the darkness.
Immediately, the two beams of light quickly approached, revealing two figures draped in dark red cloaks, holding flashlights, their lips slightly purple from the cold.
Chen Han hurried to the side of the fallen pedestrian, reached down to feel for a moment under his nose, then touched his burning forehead, his expression grave.
“Still alive, but the gale has scattered his soul. He’s running a high fever; if this continues, he won’t last much longer.”
Chen Han bent down, lifted the person onto his back, took a deep breath, and slowly began to walk toward the other side of the street.
The young man beside him picked up another pedestrian and followed his pace, his steps somewhat unsteady.
“Senior Chen Han, do you really not need to rest for a bit? We’ve been searching for 19 hours straight, and you’re still running a fever… If this continues, you won’t be able to hold on until we finish rescuing these people.” He asked with some concern.
Chen Han glanced at him. “Just a slight fever, it’s nothing.”
“But…”
“No buts.” Chen Han’s gaze swept across the dark city, and he spoke calmly, “Right now, there are only the two of us awake in this city. If we don’t save them… they will truly have to wait to die.”
