Whenever killing intent surged, the System Miss's voice would be like a thousand mountains of snow.
"Ren Yuanhao, have you forgotten your mission? If you make a move here~"
Before the words had even finished, Ren Yuanhao's eyes had turned blood red. A swift gust of wind swept past, and the two jailers, before they could even react, had their necks struck by Ren Yuanhao's palm strike, carried by the force of his movement.
The two men collapsed, unconscious, in the filthy prison without making a sound.
And in the eyes of those dazed, failed Mandara living experiments, these two unconscious jailers seemed to be dragged out of the cell by some strange power.
Then, these two jailers were mercilessly thrown by Ren Yuanhao into a place called 'Hell.'
Those men and women who were still cannibalizing seemed to have smelled the scent of hatred, their pupils suddenly turning towards the two unconscious jailers.
A primal slaughter of beasts was about to commence wildly.
Ren Yuanhao slowly returned to the cell, gently tidying Mu Ziyue's clothes, just as he had covered Mu Ziyue when she liked to kick off her blankets in those days.
And Mu Ziyue, seemingly sensing Ren Yuanhao's presence, kept murmuring words like 'Brother Bao, I was wrong.'
"I don't blame you." Ren Yuanhao whispered close to Mu Ziyue's ear.
This was not an easy sentence for Ren Yuanhao to say, especially when facing the person involved.
After all, the woman limp in his arms was the culprit behind the near annihilation of the Chaoyang Sect.
"You must persevere. It won't be long before I can rescue you all. What I've said, I will definitely do."
Ren Yuanhao's heart was not made of iron. When he looked at the bloodstains, the wrinkled skin, the festering and cracking on Mu Ziyue's body, and the ugly maggots crawling on her, it was as if a gentle god of death was slowly devouring her life.
"Brother Bao, you're the best~"
Mu Ziyue's words seemed to be squeezed from her throat. It was unclear if her consciousness had slightly recovered due to Ren Yuanhao's presence, or if this sentence had become her delirium.
"Little girl, I truly cannot hate you. If anyone is to blame, it's that I didn't show you enough hope." Ren Yuanhao stroked her cherished hair, which was now matted with blood. "Little girl, promise me you'll hold on. I'll act as quickly as I can."
As he spoke, Ren Yuanhao had exchanged for two pills of the Six Qi Blood-Nourishing Pill. He gently placed one into her mouth and quietly slipped the other into her pocket.
"Remember, little girl, take this, and you can last until that day. There's another one in your pocket. When you feel like you can't go on, take the other one."
For some reason, Ren Yuanhao felt that Mu Ziyue could hear him. He believed this so strongly, and Mu Ziyue seemed to understand, her lips forcing a difficult smile.
"I have to go."
Ren Yuanhao carried her to a place that seemed slightly quieter. Taking advantage of the remaining three to four minutes of the Stealth Pill's efficacy, he returned to Xiao Yue and the others' cells.
"There's another pill here. Remember, no matter what, bring Mu Ziyue out. I promised, and I will keep my word."
Ren Yuanhao exchanged for another Stealth Pill and handed it to Xiao Yue.
"You need to be careful. These guys here are not as easy to deal with as you might think."
Xiao Yue warned him.
"Yes, I have to go, lest I arouse suspicion."
Ren Yuanhao reached out and patted Zhao Yishu and Xiao Yue on the shoulder, then suddenly turned into a gust of wind and swept away.
"Brother Bao~"
...
On this starry night, it was as cold as water.
Ren Yuanhao squeezed into a small, musty tent, and having witnessed Mu Ziyue's tragic state, he had no intention of sleeping.
He flipped over and sat up, and in his hand suddenly appeared the wind element ability core he had not yet devoured.
This was the wind element ability core that had dropped from that 'Taotie.' According to the System Miss, it could serve as an auxiliary combination for his wind element abilities.
"To increase the success rate of escape, I must devour it now, just in case."
Ren Yuanhao began to exert himself. Unconsciously, the sky had already become bright.
The greatest feeling when devouring a wind element ability core was that one's body felt truly lighter. Of course, this was a subjective feeling of lightness. Moreover, by merging abilities of the same element, according to the System Miss, it could eventually derive abilities not inferior to the original element's power.
However, the quantity of devouring and merging would likely not be small.
"I suppose the news that could make the S-class area explode has already reached their ears?"
Ren Yuanhao remained seated cross-legged. In the past, devouring ability cores required immense effort. But now, with his true qi surging and refined, it was as easy as meditation to devour them.
In fact, the main reason was that he had previously devoured a higher-level wind element ability, which made it so easy now.
At this moment, in the S-class area's advanced council chamber, six people were seated on both sides of the oak table.
Undoubtedly, these six people were the pillars of the entire Grey Wolf Base, and only they had the authority to speak.
Vitus glanced at the empty seats on both sides of the table and his expression turned somber. "Everyone, this table used to be just enough to be full. Now~"
"Five of the Eight Kings are lost, and our combat power has plummeted. This cannot go on." The man sitting opposite Vitus spun a pen in his hand, his gaze sharp.
This person was the highest-ranking researcher below Dr. William, named Jarvis.
His status was basically equivalent to that of the Eight Kings, no, strictly speaking, slightly higher than the Eight Kings.
"Are you worried that we cannot protect Grey Wolf Base?" The person speaking had skin the color of smeared blood, his hair standing up like steel needles. His two canine teeth bit into his lower lip like a vampire's, and his pupils were a dark green, like a beast's. He was the third strongest among the Eight Kings, Jellal.
His voice was like the roar of a tiger on a mountain, the sound waves surging, causing the faces of Jarvis and the others to ripple as if brushed by an airplane's airflow.
"Third brother, how are you speaking?"
Before the speaker's voice had fully emerged, the sound of the third brother's tiger roar immediately diminished, dissipating into nothingness. He wore his hair slicked back, dressed in a suit, looking like an old-fashioned gangster from a certain country. His eagle-like eyes were sharp and chilling. He was the first strongest among the Eight Kings, Allen.
"It's not that I don't trust you, but you only have three people, and there are many things you cannot personally attend to. You are stretched too thin. Therefore, I suggest we immediately promote new kings from the A-class area."
Jarvis's tone was devoid of any emotion, like a precisely calculating computer. His suggestion, like a computer's, was a conclusion reached through optimal calculation and analysis.