Translator: CinderTL
"Kromode!?"
The moment the figure appeared in the sky, someone recognized him.
Data was instantly pulled from the database. Flying General Zhao confirmed their identity, and everyone's faces turned pale.
How could this missing Pinnacle Realm Martial Artist suddenly reappear?
Or was he the true culprit behind the Black Tide's arrival?
"No!!"
"That's not Kromode!"
Suddenly, someone shouted.
Focusing their gaze, they saw that while the figure's appearance was identical to Kromode's, his eyes were crimson and unnatural.
A phantom of a wolf-bat creature materialized behind him, blossoming into a crimson aura before merging into his body, becoming the soul and spirit controlling his flesh.
"It's a Descent!"
"The Evil God Angel's Descent technique!"
Meng Anran, who had already left the building and arrived at the military command center by aircraft, recognized the method with a grave expression.
Other experts from the Military and the Red Guard also widened their eyes, quickly recalling the Black Tide records from the Ancient Civilization Ruins.
Through a Blood Sacrifice ritual, the Evil God Angel's power was partially descended into the world.
Despair surged in an instant.
Like a swarm of locusts, Black Tide Creatures rained down from the sky, enduring all forms of firepower as they crashed to the ground.
Skyscrapers crumbled, and flying cars were destroyed.
Yet the figure hovering high above the black torrent, at its very center, merely looked down with cold indifference, idly flexing his wrist.
"Such a fragile body," the angel possessing Kromode's form said coldly. "It can't even withstand one-tenth of my power."
The black-robed man and the Batfolk both trembled at these words.
"Master!"
"These humans are incredibly cunning. They sabotaged the final ritual of the Blood Sacrifice!"
Both struggled to defend themselves, but were quickly cut off.
"Useless."
The cold word landed like a death sentence. Their faces paled, and they dared not speak again.
Cold sweat dripped from their bowed heads. Fortunately, 'Kromode' didn't press the matter further, instead snatching the floating Pitch-Black Mirror.
"Still, I didn't expect this world to have individuals with such remarkable personal power," he mused. "Once I dissolve them and turn them into sacrifices, I should be able to manifest even more of my power."
A crimson light flashed in Kromode's eyes as he toyed with the Pitch-Black Mirror, a smirk playing on his lips.
The black-robed figure and the Batfolk exchanged a glance of relief, the latter inwardly mocking Chen Feng's audacity.
"It's a pity I couldn't kill you myself."
Boom!!
The Blazing Sun suddenly exploded, momentarily scattering the pitch-black mist.
Chen Feng frowned, scanning his surroundings. The golden light around him continued to shrink, clinging tightly to his Glazed Crystal body.
"Where am I?"
His gaze swept across an endless expanse of pitch-black mist.
It was as if there were no concept of sky or earth, only an infinite darkness.
But soon, as if sensing his presence, the mist beneath his feet abruptly dissipated. Chen Feng cautiously looked down.
His eyes narrowed as he made out the scene.
It was a sea of blood, filled with countless decaying white bones.
As if sensing his arrival, every bone seemed to come alive, blue phosphorus fire flickering in their eye sockets.
The eerie sight sent a chill down his spine. At that moment, the mist in the sky also vanished.
Without looking up, he simply swept his Perception across the scene.
The sky was equally crimson, the blood gathering into clouds that dripped blood rain.
Hiss!!
A wisp of white smoke drifted upward.
Looking down, Chen Feng saw a tiny pit had appeared on his Scarlet Gold Steel Bones arm armor.
"This blood rain has a powerful corrosive effect," he muttered, his expression turning serious as he realized the true power of the downpour.
Soon, the sky grew even darker as the crimson clouds deepened, and the torrential blood rain intensified.
The intense corrosion continued, and even using his Cosmic Burning Force, Chen Feng couldn't completely vaporize it.
The incompatibility of water and fire was fully displayed as the blood rain and Crimson Flame clashed, leaving more and more tiny pits on the surface of his Steel Bones armor.
At the same moment, the blood-red sea below erupted like a tsunami, surging and churning violently.
Bone creatures of various grotesque forms rose from the depths, their eye sockets glowing with eerie phosphorus fire as they charged toward him.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Bone creatures soared into the sky, filling the air like a torrential downpour, their oppressive presence rivaling even the Black Tide.
Zzzt!
Boom!!
A Dark Flash Burst erupted, and a layer of black armor spread across Chen Feng's body, completely enveloping him.
Bone creatures exploded one after another, but he felt no joy.
"I need to find a way out quickly," he thought. His strength had limits, and even the Heart of Life would eventually exhaust its stored energy.
Moreover, Nanjiang City was still in crisis, facing the constant threat of annihilation.
Whoosh!
With a flap of his Blood Wings, he shot forward at supersonic speed, a straight line through the torrential blood rain.
The crimson rain continued to fall, while the blood-red sea below surged like a tsunami, repeatedly trying to engulf him.
One minute, five minutes, ten minutes...
Time seemed to have lost all meaning. Chen Feng didn't even know how far he had flown.
The edge of the world remained elusive, and he began to suspect he had chosen the wrong direction.
"If I've truly been pulled into an unfamiliar space, there must be a limit to it."
"Unless..."
His gaze sharpened, and Chen Feng suddenly looked down at the Blood Sea below.
His Perception had been suppressed from the start. He then looked up at the crimson sky.
Crimson clouds, crimson ocean...
His thoughts raced as he pondered for several seconds.
Buzz!!
A beam of platinum light shot skyward, erupting in golden radiance. Defying the corrosive blood rain, it slammed into the crimson cloud layer.
As for Chen Feng himself...
He lowered his head once more to gaze at the Blood Sea. His protective Golden Qi had almost fused with his Steel Bones.
Then...
Whoosh!!
Plunk!
A towering column of water erupted from the Blood Sea, and he plunged straight down through the churning waves!
The intense corrosion battled his rapidly growing Steel Bones, the burning heat of his body vaporizing the Blood Sea around him.
As this tug-of-war of attrition continued, Nanjiang City outside was plunged into utter darkness.
Boom!!
Skyscrapers crumbled into ruins, and aircraft exploded mid-air.
Flames that briefly flared into the sky were quickly extinguished by the endless tide of Black Tide Creatures, which swarmed like locusts, relentlessly descending upon the earth.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!
Missiles rained down again, interspersed with energy beams.
But even this formidable defense couldn't hold for long.
The reason for this?
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several skyscrapers were smashed through by shadowy figures, leaving behind deep craters and spreading cracks.
The Golden Vajra Body, reinforced with a trace of Rainbow Iron, was covered in fissures, and its Sixth-Tier Force Field Shield had been completely shattered.
"How utterly weak you are," the black-robed figure sneered, descending from the sky. His mocking gaze reflected Flying General Zhao's fury and despair.
Whoosh!
Another Sixth-Tier Modified Human from a Mega Corporation was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
As the crater formed, a flash of bat wings flickered.
A demonic Batfolk with sickly pale skin stepped on the cyborg's head, shaking his head mockingly. "With such pathetic strength, you dared to obstruct My Lord's perfect descent?"
Boom!!
With a forceful stomp, a crimson beam of light erupted. The Sixth-Tier Force Field Shield exploded violently, and the Flying General-class cyborg let out a miserable shriek.
This scene was merely a microcosm. Looking up, all Flying General-level Sixth-Tier combat power had been crushed.
With their last vestiges of individual strength shattered, the aircraft were instantly overwhelmed by the overwhelming tide of Black Tide Creatures.
Roar!!
Another skyscraper collapsed, this time under the weight of a Black Tide Creature over ten meters long.
Resembling a crocodile, its body covered in scales, it crashed down with brute force, demolishing the building and overturning nearby Armored Vehicles.
Boom!!
An aircraft that had pulled away to gain distance plummeted to the ground, its Force Field Shield shattering inch by inch.
Sharp eagle claws tore through the metal hull, and the Mutated Griffin let out a piercing Yang Tian cry.
"This can't go on!"
"If this continues, the city will be destroyed!"
"What can we do? Who can stop them?!"
Chu Shihong and the others were consumed by shock, anger, and even heated arguments.
The defensive line they had formed in mid-air crumbled inch by inch, and Black Tide Creatures began to slaughter ordinary civilians.
Nothing could stop them now. The blood-red Barrier cast a blinding shadow over most of Nanjiang.
"Are we going to die?"
Lin Hao's face turned pale, and Meng Anran's eyes held a complex expression.
The crowd at the high-speed rail station had already taken refuge inside the elevated buildings. Disciples from the Flame Tiger Martial Arts Hall stood at the forefront, alongside some Peacekeepers, fending off the sporadic attacks of Black Tide Creatures.
"Xiao Feng..."
Chen Yun supported an injured disciple, her eyes filled with sorrow. At the noodle shop, the young man Wang Zhou was protected by a middle-aged man from the martial hall, who carried Wang Hanwen as they fled.
"Is there really no way to stop this?"
Desperate thoughts spread like wildfire, even prompting a Councilor at the military command center to look around as if grasping for a final straw.
The Military, the Red Guard, the Mega Corporations...
Han Chao, Li Haiping, Chu Shihong...
Pale faces appeared one after another, but Kromode, high above, showed no sign of urgency.
Instead, he remained perched before the Dark Gate, at the heart of the black torrent, idly toying with the Pitch-Black Mirror and continuing to gaze down at the city with cold indifference.
Skyscrapers crumbled, city blocks shattered.
Explosions faded, and the aerial bombardment gradually subsided.
"Almost ready," he murmured, taking in everyone's despair.
The Blood Sacrifice required not only flesh and blood but also the perfect offering of despair.
This was the reason he had deliberately delayed, postponing the final slaughter.
Buzz!!
As if receiving a command, the Flying General-class cyborg Batfolk, with their Blood Wings, narrowed their eyes.
Nearby, the black-robed figure mirrored their expression, then erupted into a frenzied laugh.
"Hahahaha!!"
"My Lord is about to descend perfectly, and you are all the finest sacrifices!!"
The voice echoed through Nanjiang City, intensifying the terror of its inhabitants.
They huddled in corners of buildings, trembling as they squatted indoors.
Pale, desperate, resigned to their impending doom.
Until the very end.
"Aaaah!!!"
Flying General Zhao, lying on the ground, roared in fury. The last of his energy surged within him, ready to detonate!
Seeing this, the Cyborgs' eyes turned bloodshot, and they made similar choices, especially those from the Military, who were the most iron-willed!
"We'll fight you to the death!"
"Let's die together!!"
Desperate roars of defiance shook the world, met by mocking laughter from the black-robed figure and the Batfolk.
Because...
Snap!
High above, Kromode snapped his fingers, instantly halting all self-detonation attempts.
He seemed to have mastered their despair, simultaneously controlling their bodies and minds.
"Despair," he said, spreading his arms as he emerged from the black torrent and the Pitch-Black Mirror, hovering at the center of the sky.
Invisible waves of despair surged toward him, continuously pouring into his body.
As if raising a critical threshold, the Pitch-Black Mirror's void crack widened further, threatening to transform entirely into a gate to the Abyss, ushering in the perfect descent of the Evil God Angel.
"No!!!"
Flying General Zhao and the others roared in despair, having vaguely sensed their opponent's intentions.
But in this moment, they couldn't even choose death.
A mocking smile reflected in their eyes as the locust-like Black Tide prepared to raise its butcher's knife and begin the final annihilation of the city.
"It's over."
Kromode spoke indifferently, raising his hand slightly.
With the command given, the city's destruction began.
The ritual he had personally overseen was about to reach its perfect conclusion, at which point he would welcome the most perfect form of the descending angel.
Crack!
A sharp, piercing sound suddenly echoed.
It was so close, it felt like the only sound in the world.
Kromode frowned slightly and turned his head. A crack had inexplicably appeared in the Pitch-Black Mirror.
Then—
"Horn Strike!"
Boom!!!
Blinding golden light erupted, incinerating the Black Tide's dark flood into nothingness in an instant.
Countless fragments of corpses and blood splattered across the sky. Both the black-robed figures and the Demonic Bat-folk raised their heads, their expressions shifting dramatically.
"How could this be?!"
Their eyes followed the golden light.
The black cloak was now tattered, revealing a muscular, bare torso.
The Martial Artist who had seemingly vanished had reappeared, Chen Feng hanging high in the sky, fists clenched tightly.
(End of the Chapter)
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