Chapter 972

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Chapter 972 Survivors Return to the Team

Wu Xiangnan gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, two black suns burning fiercely in his eyes, as the solar law within his body flowed through the hilt into Susanoo’s body.

Bang—!

Wu Xiangnan’s left hand burst into a cloud of blood mist, transforming into countless white threads that vanished without a trace.

His eyes flickered with cold killing intent as he clenched his teeth, his right hand gripping the Kusanagi sword hilt, and slashed downward violently along Susanoo’s throat!

The sharp blade cut through the massive body, leaving a horrifying sword mark. Wu Xiangnan landed on the ground with his sword, the Kusanagi in his hand now stained blood-red.

Hot divine blood rained down from the sky, staining the light blue cloak with blood. Wu Xiangnan looked up at Susanoo, whose vitality was rapidly fading under the solar law, and slowly closed his eyes…

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly,

The years of resentment and hatred that had lingered in his heart dissipated like smoke with this breath of turbid air.

This moment, he had waited for nearly ten years.

“I killed him,” Wu Xiangnan muttered,

“Unfortunately, you can’t see it anymore…”

Boom—!!

Susanoo’s massive body crashed to the ground, rolling clouds of dust rising up, making the light blue cloak flutter.

A blood mist burst from Wu Xiangnan’s right arm, his flesh dispersing as his form became somewhat more transparent again. The blood-stained Kusanagi in his hand fell into the ground, sinking deep into the soil.

Two figures, one in dark gray and one in dark red, walked up behind him.

Wang Mian and Lin Qiye exchanged glances, their expressions both somewhat complex, but neither disturbed the man who stood before Susanoo’s corpse, muttering to himself.

Bursts of blood mist exploded from Wu Xiangnan’s body as his form gradually dispersed. Finally, he slowly turned around, this man in his mid-thirties, his eyes filled with tears.

He looked at Lin Qiye and Wang Mian, and smiled:

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank us. You prepared alone for ten years, planned boldly without leaving yourself an escape route. Being able to reach this point is what you deserve,” Wang Mian couldn’t help but sigh. “Killing a god with a mortal body, you, Wu Xiangnan, are the first in the world… and perhaps the last.”

Three divine artifacts, three forbidden spell arrays, one human at their absolute limit, one proxy enhanced to divine realm by the meditation cushion, and one undying swordsman who briefly gained the power of law through rebirth… Many factors combined, after experiencing hardships, barely managed to kill a god.

This process cannot be replicated, cannot be repeated.

Wu Xiangnan looked at Lin Qiye, his gaze incredibly gentle, “Qiye, when everything is done, if you have time, go back to Cangnan… Hongying, Qimo, they’re all waiting for us.

When they ask about me, just tell them…”

Wu Xiangnan lowered his head, looking at his dispersing body, and smiled bitterly, “Tell them I’m a bit busy, and can’t return for now.”

A wave of sourness rose in Lin Qiye’s heart as he looked at Wu Xiangnan, overlapping this weather-beaten face with that of the deputy captain from the Cangnan office, and nodded heavily.

“Don’t worry, I will go back.”

Wu Xiangnan looked at him deeply, like an old father who had witnessed his child’s growth, his eyes full of satisfaction and pride.

“I’m leaving.”

Wu Xiangnan turned around and walked towards somewhere in Takamagahara with his dispersing form, as if searching for something.

Hazy blood mist enveloped his body, white threads floating away, that nearly transparent form finally stopped at a certain broken ground.

He slowly crouched down, his blood-stained light blue cloak spreading on the ground, his eyes fixed on the void beneath his feet, and closed his eyes.

This was where his teammates had perished.

And his final resting place.

Bang—!

With the last burst of blood mist, Wu Xiangnan’s body transformed into white threads, gradually fading away. His lips parted slightly as he smiled and spoke:

“[Blue Rain] Squad survivor Wu Xiangnan, requesting to rejoin the team…”

His final whisper echoed in the air.

That blood-stained light blue cloak gently fell to the ground, like a nameless tombstone carved with achievements, letting the souls buried here fall into eternal slumber.

…

Pale golden light enveloped Lin Qiye and Wang Mian’s forms as they gazed at the drifting blue cloak in the distance, both falling into silence.

“[Blue Rain] Squad has finally completely disappeared…” Lin Qiye let out a long sigh.

“[Blue Rain] won’t disappear, their names will be forever engraved on the Night Watchers’ stone stele.”

“Stone stele?”

“At the Night Watchers’ headquarters, there’s a stone stele that records the names of all special squads. When a special squad disappears or disbands, their name and achievements are engraved on it,” Wang Mian’s lips curved into a bitter smile,

“Now, [Mask] should also be engraved on it.”

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, “But you, the captain of [Mask], are still alive, shouldn’t the designation remain?”

“[Mask] with just me alone can no longer be considered [Mask],” Wang Mian shook his head. “At this point, we can no longer cling to this designation, but must pass it on, let fresh blood flow in… just like [Blue Rain] back then.

If Wu Xiangnan hadn’t cancelled the [Blue Rain] 005 designation back then, there wouldn’t be your [Nightfall] now.

After engraving [Mask]’s name on the stone stele, I believe it won’t be long before a brand new 004 special squad appears in Great Xia, perhaps they will have more hope and vitality than us.”

“…I understand.”

Lin Qiye felt mixed emotions.

A stone stele engraved with the names of disbanded special squads… Wonder if years later, will [Nightfall]’s name also be engraved on it?

By then, what achievements and legends will be left behind their names?

Perhaps after that, their 005 will also be passed down, and a completely new young special squad will carry their will and hope, rising powerfully.

Perhaps this is the destiny of special squads.

“I’m going to get something.”

Wang Mian said, walking to Susanoo’s corpse, reaching into his chest and searching for a while before pulling out a red magatama with a broken corner.

When he saw this magatama, Wang Mian’s gaze brightened.

The divine artifact of Takamagahara, the Yasakani no Magatama.

This was what the God of Time had asked him to obtain.

Wang Mian carefully stored the magatama, then immediately rushed towards Takamagahara’s gate with Lin Qiye.

But before they could get far, the second red moon hanging in the sky suddenly burst with dazzling light!