Zhang Xuzhi stared indifferently at the roaring storm of Qi Force, issuing the final death order.
However, at that moment, a voice rang through the headset.
"Abort launch!"
Zhang Xuzhi froze, because it was Nightmare's voice!
"Nightmare, are you insane?"
Li Hanting turned his head and shouted furiously.
Zhou Hanye's face was filled with disbelief.
In the military helicopter cabin, Nightmare, expressionless, used thought-control to manipulate a group of Demon Hunters.
He removed his helmet and said coldly, "I'm sorry, but I've had enough of your orders. There's the Little Princess here, she's just a child. If Thunder falls here, the consequences will be unimaginable. Gu Jianlin is the student of the King of Qing—I don't want to face their vengeance. And there's also the daughter of the Lu Family here, are you planning to execute her without trial?"
"Furthermore, their resolute fighting spirit has earned my respect. I don't believe they've betrayed the order."
He paused slightly. "Ten minutes ago, I already sent the coordinates of this place to Director Chen!"
Zhang Xuzhi's expression changed drastically, growing furious: "You bastard!"
Li Hanting pulled out his walkie-talkie and whispered, "Nie, the Deacon, request backup."
From the walkie-talkie came a timid girl's voice: "I-I'm sorry! My uncle suddenly had a stroke; he's unable to command the Demon Hunters anymore. May I help with anything?"
Li Hanting was stunned, listening to the voice.
This seemed to be the Deacon Nie's niece.
The walkie-talkie transmitted sounds of muffled struggle and a Fatty's sinister laughter.
Suddenly, Zhou Hanye looked towards the opposite side.
In that fleeting moment.
Beep!
The sound was so prolonged and sharp, piercing the air.
Two Alchemists abruptly crouched down, looking at each other in despair, their hearts utterly crushed.
Lin Wanqiu hung her head low, her long hair obscuring her face, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Finally, she covered her face and burst into sobs.
It was over.
Everything was over.
Her lifelong dream was to become a doctor who heals people.
But in the end, she couldn't even save her own brother.
The wind and snow were bitter cold.
It felt as if she was being buried in an icy abyss.
However, perhaps it was just an illusion.
The beeping sound from the instruments suddenly came alive in rapid succession.
Lin Wanqiu looked up in disbelief, wondering if she was dreaming.
"I feel like the spiritual pollution has eased significantly."
Lin Lan leaned into her embrace, his face full of bewilderment as he murmured: "You all are… truly incredible."
With that, his hand fell weakly, and he fainted.
Chen Qing, summoning the last shred of her consciousness, assessed his mental state and muttered, "Spiritual pollution level: forty-five percent! Compared to before, it's reduced by fifty percent! He survived! He survived!"
Lu Qingqing froze; it was utterly incredible.
For so many years, spiritual pollution had only worsened, only curable through suppressing it with Heavenly Born Grass.
But there'd never been a method to remove it.
The truth wasn't that it couldn't be eradicated—it was that humanity hadn't yet discovered the way.
Though it wasn't complete elimination, this was already a miracle!
A miracle in human history!
Ji Xiaoyu was dumbfounded, her large eyes blinking in shock as tears spilled uncontrollably.
"Yu."
Tang Ling suddenly turned to her. The pale, fierce beauty of her face finally revealed a rare smile, and she said softly, "That stinking secret medicine of yours… actually worked?"
Gu Jianlin, gritting his teeth, swung his blade to tear through the surging Qi Force. Sensing the commotion behind him, his emotions were a chaotic whirlpool, so complex that words escaped him, even as his pain seemed to dissipate from his body.
He realized there truly existed such people in the world.
They were foolish yet persistent.
And in the end, they actually created a miracle.
Those plagued by spiritual pollution.
Those surviving precariously between order and chaos.
Those who drifted in despair after falling, searching for solace.
All of them—were redeemed.
In the depths of the snowstorm, Lu Zijin took it all in, tears shimmering in her beautiful eyes.
"Aunt Zijin, it's your turn now."
The Moon Princess stepped into the mist, the scent of the sea rushing forth!
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Boom!
A military helicopter swooped in, accompanied by the thundering sound of dense footsteps emerging from the icy fog.
Lu Zicheng led a massive group of nano warriors charging forth.
He gripped his blade with both hands, his expression cold and resolute.
Zhang Xuzhi turned abruptly, sensing an imminent crisis descending from the heavens!
Boom!
Someone hurtled to the ground, kicking him square in the chest!
Bam!
Countless crisscrossing silver strands collapsed instantly, and the raging Qi Force storm came to an abrupt halt, like a blizzard silenced.
Zhang Xuzhi was slammed into the earth with a heavy blow, his Qi Realm shattered; his chest caved in, and the blood he spat out gushed like a waterfall, scattering wildly in the ferocious wind.
"Zhang Xuzhi, just who gave you the courage?"
It was a woman dressed in military attire, her boot pressing firmly on his chest as she said coldly: "You're merely a department head; how dare you overstep your authority? Even if you have evidence, before submitting it to the Investigation Bureau for review, you dare to strike such a lethal blow? Whose orders are these? Rhein's orders?"
Vice-captain of the Night Watchers, Han Jing.
Li Hanting was about to move when a golden flying sword hovered above his head.