At that moment, the violent wind roared past.

The hand hanging high in the sky slowly lifted up, pointed at the brightly lit Xinhai City in the distance, and slowly clenched its fingers.

It's like catching something invisible.

Pull hard!

A sharp scream erupted from the void, just like the sounds of countless glass being scratched overlapping in one place, and a maddening loud noise spread.

The heaven and earth shook.

It's like pulling out the wedge that holds the sky and the earth together.

At that moment, a white shadow fell under a street lamp in the suburbs of Xinhai.

"Finally, I caught up!"

The white dove slowly folded its wings and landed on the girl's slender arm.

As if she had run a marathon, she was already sweating profusely. Her tight-fitting sports T-shirt and night running pants were soaked through, and they clung to her beautiful body.

Unfortunately, no one was lucky enough to see it.

She gasped, looking at the hand floating in the air dozens of kilometers away, and shook her head helplessly.

Under the illumination of the street lamp, her shadow seemed to come alive. She slowly raised her hands, as if she had pulled out two invisible weapons.

Cut forward.

Then, silence came.

For a moment, the distant roar, the chirping of flying insects, the falling dust, the flowing wind, the rushing river, the rising fire and the solid earth all came to a standstill.

As if frozen by an invisible force.

The next moment, a trace so subtle that it was difficult to distinguish stretched out from under her feet, extending straight forward, spanning 23 kilometers and 411 meters.

The arrival of destruction is accurate to millimeters.

Simply and neatly, the palm separated from the center and fell out to both sides. Then, it was broken at the waist and turned into four pieces.

The four pieces did not fall apart, but collapsed into eight parts.

One, two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one hundred and twenty-eight, two hundred and fifty-six... The cruel and precise geometric growth extends to the end of human observation.

In the end, the broken source matter exploded.

Turned into a fire that burned everything.

Everything came to an end here, in front of this sword that had no action to describe.

it's over.

"Hopefully there won't be too many victims."

She sighed sadly and heard the sound of the phone in her trouser pocket again.

"Hello? I'll be there soon! I got lost just now, really lost... There's definitely something wrong with your airdrop! I'll be there right away, in five minutes, in five minutes... Oops, I'm on my way..."

Both the dove and the girl disappeared.

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"The power of heaven and earth, the freedom of supernatural power..."

When the Wind Calamity Beast's palm shattered, Red Glove's face turned livid, and he squeezed out a voice from between his teeth:

"——[White Emperor's Son]!"

Snapped!

A broken voice suddenly emerged from his face.

The traces of fragmentation spread, and in an instant, as if countless knives were slashing at him, half of his body was reduced to a bloody mess. The invisible swords continued to tear apart his body until the pendant around his neck whined——

The blank-faced little doll shattered into dust.

The blank doll took his place and bore the remaining power of Bai Dizi's sword.

But even the last trace of 'radiation' leaked made him miserable.

Even the sneer fish tank, the manifestation of the soul in his hand, had a tragic gap, and one of the two fry inside had turned its belly.

The other one was also swaying half-dead, and it seemed that it didn't have a long life.

"Damn, those monsters..."

Red Glove suddenly bent over and vomited a mouthful of blood. When he heard the heavy footsteps in the distance - the army had already begun to take action - a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He took out the detonator from his arms and pressed it down suddenly.

The plastic explosives placed around the church lit up with a final countdown, so that the last traces would be completely removed in fifteen seconds.

It doesn't matter if you fail, as long as the cauldron of reincarnation is still there...

He turned around and stretched out his hand towards the pulpit, but that palm and his sinister smile were frozen in one place - the pulpit was empty!

Gone!

The cauldron of reincarnation is gone!

That box disappeared without a trace at some point!

He furiously opened the pulpit, but found nothing. He roared hoarsely twice. Amid the approaching footsteps, he frantically tore apart the entire pulpit, but still found nothing.

When the remaining door of the church was suddenly smashed open and the suppression troops broke in, they saw only a man standing on the stage with red eyes like a mad dog.

He spat and pointed his middle finger at the soldiers with disdain: "Eat shit, you zombies from the Astronomical Society!"

He threw out a poker card.

The poker suddenly folded in half in the air, pulling his body together. Then, he folded again in half with the poker, and then in half again. In an instant, it turned into an insignificant dot, was sucked into a deep cave, and disappeared.

The next moment, the flames of destruction swallowed up everything.

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The feeling of excessive blood loss turns out not to be painful.

I can't even feel the pain anymore.

I'm just sleepy, with no energy left in my body, lazily, as if nothing matters anymore... I want to sleep, I want to rest, I want this fucking life to end.

Close your eyes and accept with peace of mind the experience that comes after this long torture - a long, undisturbed sleep.

Death is coming.

After witnessing so many deaths and so many different deaths, Huai Shi found that she had finally reached her own ending.

It's not scary, it's not painful, it's not even sad.

Just sleepy and confused.

In a trance, he felt like someone was pushing his body, struggling to push it forward with a stick, little by little, like a snail pushing a stone.

He was turned over, lying on a broken carpet, and was pulled and dragged somewhere.

I smelled the smell of burning, heard broken sounds, and hoarse moans, as if the whole world was being destroyed.

Water dripped on Huaishi's face.

It smells like blood.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Liu Dongli, who knew whether he was alive or dead, and the old man in front of him, who was stumbling and crawling while pulling on the carpet.

The figure who was lame on one leg pushed forward hard, pushed open a door, and turned around.

His face seemed to have been broken, with half of it unchanged and as pale as a corpse, while the other half was violently spasming and twitching, along with half of his body.

It was as if half of him was dead, and the remaining half was struggling hard, but there was no cure.

Seeing Huai Shi's dazed eyes, he avoided his gaze and just rolled up the carpet with difficulty, wrapping him and Liu Dongli together, and rolled forward with difficulty.

"I'm sorry... I have to save her... Huai Shi, I am the only one who can save her... I'm sorry..."

He murmured hoarsely, as if apologizing, but did not expect a response. He just said to himself: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

The phone rang, and the big lama on the copycat phone was singing some love song happily, calling me husband, husband, etc., but no one answered the call.

"sorry……"

There was blood falling on Huai Shi's face, with the warmth of tears.

He was pushed and pushed into the darkness behind the door, rolled down the long steps, and fell into a cellar filled with sundries and pickle jars.

During the violent rolling and falling, Huaishi saw Lao Yang's face for the last time.

He leaned on the door frame and looked at the young man. The corners of his twitching mouth were raised at an embarrassing angle, as if he were laughing. He held the phone that was still vibrating in his hand and waved to him.

It's like saying goodbye.

Huai Shi opened her mouth and wanted to call him out, but no sound came out.
To be continued...