A Night of Desperation

Chapter 369: Wave 367 One

"Three-eyed Dragon-Man: Absolutely War Level already... With one spear thrust, this guy can forcefully immobilize an opponent momentarily, which is even more unreasonable than causing dizziness, not to mention Instantaneous Movement, Virtualization, and potentially unknown methods after multiple hits. Fast and frighteningly strong...."

He exhaled.

Yu Hong lightly jumped down from the stone column; most of his Daoist robe had already been damaged during the recent battle. He simply tore off the upper half of the robe, tied the remnants around his waist, revealing his rock-like muscles, and headed towards the final Bull Horn Hall.

But after just a few steps, he suddenly halted.

He looked up towards the sky to his right.

Whoosh...

A slight breeze blew, picking up some sand and dust.

BOOM!!!

Suddenly,

An overwhelming terrifying pressure, like a tidal wave, covered all areas around him, rushing and submerging onto Yu Hong.

Even though he was burning with Inner Strength, under such conditions, he was still being pressed so much that his bones creaked.

His mind went blank, with even his thoughts immobilized.

The Tai Ling Skill’s Inner Strength within his body instinctively erupted with maximum strength, fighting against the external pressure.

Boom!

Yu Hong’s body ignited with even more intense white flames. This time, it was a double Inner Strength burn.

His overall strength and quality surged dramatically under the double-boosted burning.

Under such resistance, Yu Hong gradually recovered his immobilized thoughts, coming back to his senses.

He quickly looked down at his multifunction watch: ’729238.124.’

The exaggerated numbers made his breathing pause slightly.

He lifted his head and looked in the direction of the pressure.

There, in midair, stood a figure in a white Daoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk, his head surrounded by a Colorful Mirror, floating cross-legged, as if observing something below.

Around the Taoist, whether it be the clouds above or the mountains and ground around, all formed a huge invisible spherical shape centered on him, as if the massive pressure emanating from him had forcibly squeezed out a spherical cavity.

"Wow, definitely a top-tier monster... Afraid that without Thunderbolt Transformation, I wouldn’t even have the qualifications to get close..." Yu Hong’s heart chilled; the opponent was definitely more than just War Level, at least ten times stronger than the Three-eyed Dragon-Man just now...

From such a distance, he could still measure a Spiritual Wave Radiation Value of over seven hundred thousand.

Ahh!!!

Suddenly, a furious human roar came drifting from afar.

Yu Hong focused his gaze, but the view was blocked and he couldn’t see anything. He only felt a familiar aura, which soared intensely for a moment, then turned into a Purple Fire Meteor, charging towards the Cai Jing Taoist in mid-air.

But the Purple Fire Meteor only got within ten meters of the Taoist before it collapsed spontaneously in mid-air.

From within the meteor, a charred figure fell from high above and landed below with a puff, disappearing from sight.

"Ku Chan!?" Yu Hong recognized the owner of the Purple Fire Meteor’s aura and his expression changed instantly.

He was eager to go to the rescue, but the monster Taoist’s mental strength was too exaggerated.

He felt that if he went now, he might end up having to fight the guy.

Although his Thunderbolt Transformation was powerful, honestly, this was the first time he felt he had no chance of winning.

Was it worth it to save a Ku Chan?

While Yu Hong was still weighing the options in his mind, Ku Chan’s purple aura flashed by and rose again, turning into a meteor that blasted off into the distance.

The guy actually escaped unharmed, and his speed increased explosively, disappearing from Yu Hong’s sight within a few moments.

’Wow... can even fly!?’

He choked for a few seconds, then speechlessly looked away.

The Cai Jing Taoist still sat cross-legged in the void, not caring, just gently waving his horsetail whisk.

Ss-ss-ss-ss!

In an instant, countless whisk threads fell from his hand, like beams of light.

As each thread touched the ground, it inflated like a balloon and instantly turned into Spirit Disaster Monsters, identical to the Three-eyed Dragon-Man from before.

The dense and overwhelming aura, like a pot lid, layered on top of each other, pushed the multifunction watch’s data to over ten million in an instant.

At the same time, the vast area of the ground around also began to lift up countless white light spots.

These light spots bore the blurred outlines of animals, insects, and even humans.

They differed in size, with humans being the largest, animals second, and insects the smallest.

All the light spots soared upwards, converging towards the flowing colorful light around the Cai Jing Taoist’s head.

This scene was as if the Taoist was devouring the souls of myriad spirits...

"...!!"

Yu Hong saw this from afar, his scalp tingling, and without another word, he turned around and left!

No handling this, no dealing with it; he’d consider returning after mastering the Ultimate Sun.

Now... going there would be suicidal.

Didn’t he see that even with Ku Chan unleashing full strength, he couldn’t even get close to that Cai Jing Taoist?

Since he had confirmed that Zihe Palace had no survivors, staying was pointless.

Yu Hong sprinted back in one breath, quickly returning to where he had parked earlier and without hesitation, he turned around and left.

Sitting in the car, he put on a Daoist robe again and quickly called Yu Hen.

The woo-woo of the car window’s airflow blowing into the car made his violently beating heart gradually cool down.

The situation just now, had he hesitated even a bit, getting surrounded would have meant certain death.

He might be able to easily deal with the Three-eyed Dragon-Man using Thunderbolt Transformation, but that number... at least a hundred or more, coming at him all at once, giving him no chance to react, would keep him immobilized until death.

Beep, waiting for the call to be answered.

Soon, the call was picked up on the other end.

"Zheng Rou, how is it going? What’s happening at Zihe Palace?"

"Everyone… everyone is dead... only Ku Chan escaped." Yu Hong sighed, "I went inside to look, it’s too tragic, the place is in ruins, and dead bodies have turned into monsters because of the Spirit Disaster.... They are invulnerable to traditional weapons and their speed and strength are formidable. And they can infect others. In addition, there are many monsters that are absolutely beyond the War Level, very dangerous."

"The entire Zihe Palace... The third among the Nine Sects, such a large Sect...." Upon hearing the words, Yu Hen fell silent for quite some time before finally speaking up again. "Really, just like that, gone!?"

"Not only gone, but there also appeared a terrifying Spirit Disaster Monster. I saw Ku Chan burst out with all his power, and he couldn’t even get close to that thing!" Yu Hong said seriously.

".....It can’t be true... What about the Sky Stabilizing Plate!? Would it allow such a monster to come in?" Yu Hen questioned.

"I’m not sure, but..." At this moment, Yu Hong recalled the Cai Jing Taoist monster he saw just now and still felt a chill down his spine.

Just one glance from afar had instinctively put his body on high alert—this was the kind of intense sense of crisis one got when facing an extremely menacing foe.

"However, that creature is too terrifying; I need to notify the higher-ups of the Taoist Sect and the Seven Evil Alliance immediately! Help me contact the Taoist Sect, I need to have a direct conversation with their high echelons, it’s urgent! Your esteemed connections run wide, please help!"

"I have wide connections, not wide capabilities! Do you think I’m the contemporary Heavenly Master, just contact high-ups as you wish!" Yu Hen said irritably.

"Think of a way. Our Qingchen Temple’s reputation with Spirit Light should no longer be the same as before, our influence now should definitely be greater than before, could you please try again?" Yu Hong urged in a grave tone.

"You... I could let go of the Taoist Sect, but the Seven Evil Alliance..." Yu Hen hesitated.

"The Seven Evil Alliance are not good people, that’s true, but no matter what, I’m afraid that the monster seems to be devouring souls, and if it keeps getting stronger and more troublesome after consuming them, that’s going to be problematic! Moreover, I suspect that the Seven Evil Alliance is not aware that fully unleashing the Black Disaster and Spirit Disaster could bring upon an apocalypse. Notifying them in time is also about preserving more vitality for future battles against humans and Spirit Disasters!" Yu Hong answered earnestly.

"You...." Yu Hen was left speechless.

"Alright, Master, please make the contact now. We don’t have much time, I will notify the encirclement surrounding the Zihe Palace mountains first, let them start to...."

Yu Hong wanted to say to start retreating.

But he suddenly realized that if the encirclement was withdrawn, what could the millions of city residents do in the face of such a staggering calamity?

Wait to die?

Screech.

Suddenly, the car made an emergency stop and came to a halt.

He sat in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly, lost in thought.

Beep beep...

A text message arrived, from the Elder Taoist Yu Hen, providing two phone numbers, internal ones, with direct lines to two Heavenly Masters of the Taoist Sect, saying he might have to call several times.

Regarding the encirclement, he said he would notify and contact them, informing them of the situation under the name of the Spirit Light Mutual Aid Alliance, and the decision would be left to the officials.

Yu Hong quickly dialed the first number of the Taoist Sect.

Beep...

The long wait began.

Once, no answer.

Twice, thrice, four times....

He clicked open the door and stepped out of the car, dragging it aside to avoid blocking the road.

Then he walked to the edge of the cliff, looking in the direction of the encirclement surrounding Zihe Palace.

The military vehicles there had indeed begun to slowly evacuate.

Evidently, Elder Taoist Yu Hen was resourceful, using some means to make the soldiers and magicians there immediately set off and leave.

Feeling a bit relieved, Yu Hong focused on repeatedly dialing the numbers. After a while with no one picking up, he then sent a message to Qing Huang, asking for a direct contact method to Long Qingzi.

He decided to talk to these top tiers himself to ascertain their stance on the Spirit Disaster Black Disaster.

And he tried to convince them with his own true facts.

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Amid the continuous mountain forests.

Far from Zihe Palace, on the way to Yunshu Mountain, the home of Taoist Sect ancestors.

A flash of purple light suddenly landed, and swiftly jumped onto a motorcycle, speeding towards the distance at full throttle.

Within the purple light, Ku Chan, covered in blood, had half of his face, including the eye, nose and ear, all charred by some strong corrosive liquid, leaving only black charred remnants, still emitting white smoke and hissing.

One of his arms hung limply at his side, while his other arm tightly embraced his unconscious fiancée Ying’er, barely managing to steer the motorcycle.

Blood was flowing down from where the two of them were in close contact, flung into indiscernible droplets by the high-speed motion.

Ying’er’s face had long since lost all color, deathly pale.

Rushing wildly, not knowing how much time had passed.

Suddenly, Ying’er’s eyelids tremble, and she slowly opens a crack.

"Jin Zhi... is it you…?"

"It’s me... I’m here, I’m by your side!" Ku Chan’s spirits lifted, and he hurriedly responded.

"I... haven’t had the chance... to tell you..." Ying’er struggled to breathe, squeezing out words, "I’m carrying... your, child..."

"I...." Ku Chan’s expression trembled, but feeling his fiancée growing colder by the moment, tears burst forth from his eyes.

"I’m almost at the Ancestor Court! Yunshu Mountain has many Daoist Skills and magic, there must be a way to save you! Hang in there!! You must hang in there!!"

Ku Chan hugged Ying’er tightly, his voice almost begging.

"Mom and dad, they’re very happy..." Ying’er seemed not to hear him anymore, mumbling on her own.

"They even said, they were going to have a big... wedding..."

"I... promise you... I definitely will..." As soon as he thought of his parents already dead, Ku Chan’s tears once again blurred his vision.