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Chapter 733 - 303: Let’s Slaughter Him Together!?

However, just before the murderous intent of the demonic chariot erupted...

Fang Qingyu didn’t cast another glance at the nine-headed Evil God.

He slightly turned his head.

His gaze fell on Jiang Wei beside him.

At this moment, Jiang Wei hung her head low, her crimson hair gently fluttering.

The terror and tear stains from before seemed to have never existed.

A condensed and restrained yet purer and fiercer fiery aura was rising from deep within her small body, one strand at a time.

The aura no longer contained any confusion.

Feeling Fang Qingyu’s gaze, Jiang Wei slowly lifted her head.

On her stunningly beautiful face, tear stains remained, but there was no sign of weakness.

In her clear red pupils, all the moisture was replaced by a burning flame.

She looked at Fang Qingyu.

The corners of her mouth slowly curved upward.

Like a Red Lotus suddenly blossoming in endless darkness.

Carrying a scorching heat that could burn everything...and unparalleled trust.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice crisp with a hint of her own coolness and pride, distinctly reaching Fang Qingyu’s ears:

"Let’s together..."

"Slay him, shall we?!"

No question, only a statement.

An invitation so natural.

Fang Qingyu looked at the flame reignited in Jiang Wei’s eyes and that breathtaking smile, the corners of his mouth also curved into a joyful yet cold arc.

Without any nonsensical words, he replied with a single word:

"Alright."

The moment the word "alright" fell!

Boom!!!

The light around them surged to the extreme.

The golden Shenxiao on Fang Qingyu exploded like a raging sea, Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash emitted a resounding hum.

The pure white flame on Jiang Wei transformed into a slowly rotating Karma Fire Red Lotus.

Two silhouetted figures.

One gold, one white, like two meteors countering the heavens.

Without a hint of hesitation, without an ounce of retreat!

Tearing through the viscous black wind.

Boldly charging towards the massive nine-headed Evil God, the true Will of the demonic chariot at the center of the pit...

Initiating a Don Quixote-esque charge!

"Humans...how daring!!!"

The nine heads of the demonic chariot simultaneously released roars of utmost anger!

It never expected that this human, not only didn’t bow under its Divine Power, but dared to wield a knife against it!

This was simply an outrageous disgrace.

"Roar——!!!"

Accompanied by a piercing shriek that could shatter eardrums, the massive body of the demonic chariot violently shook.

The black wind that had just gathered within it surged out of its huge form once again.

This time.

Woo——!!!

The black Divine Wind swelled explosively.

Like a rapidly inflating black balloon.

In just a moment!

An area within hundreds of meters was completely enveloped by this viscous black wind.

The thick wind wall isolated all perception inside and outside.

All attempted prying gazes from outside were blocked.

"Damn! Can’t see again!"

"Hell! This black wind...is even thicker than before!"

"There’s definitely a fight going on inside."

"Driving me nuts! Who’s got the upper hand?!"

Outside the Black Wind Domain, behind the stone cover, Lei Meng and the others were fretfully scratching their heads, yet helpless.

That black wind severed everything, leaving them only the faint sounds of unsettling collisions and the inhuman roars of the demonic chariot within.

But high above, where none could perceive.

In the clouds.

Two silhouetted figures quietly hovered.

One of them had a tall stature, donned in a traditionally styled black robe, young in appearance yet exuding an ancient and timeless aura.

He stood with his hands behind him, calmly gazing downward.

As if watching a drama unrelated to himself.

The other was a woman.

She wore a plain white gown, her figure graceful, devoid of any earthly spirit.

Expressionless, her gaze empty.

Like a perfect jade sculpture without a soul.

Indeed, it was He Manhe.

"You said before."

He Manhe’s unruffled voice broke the silence high above like ice beads on a jade plate, "You never meddle in city affairs."

Her gaze fell on the young yet ancient side face of the City Lord.

"Now intending for one person."

Her voice remained flat, yet carried a frigid interrogation.

"Have you changed your mind?"

The City Lord’s gaze remained on the turbulent Black Wind Domain below, his face unchanged, as if He Manhe’s words were a gentle breeze passing by.

He slowly spoke, his voice calm and unperturbed:

"I won’t interfere."

Then paused, his gaze seemingly piercing the dense black wind, landing on the silhouette of the nine-headed Evil God within, his tone carrying a hint of disdain:

"But I really don’t like..."

"You transforming into disgusting creatures."

His gaze finally moved away from below, turning to He Manhe.

"So if I stand here and you still transform..."

At this point, the City Lord’s voice suddenly turned cold.

"That would be rather impolite."

...

City of Injustice, West District.

On the rooftop of a unfinished building near the abandoned sewage treatment plant.

The wind howled over the rooftop.

Stirring up dust and scraps of paper.

Old Qin and Old Qiao stood back-to-back in the center of the rooftop.

Both were wounded, their battle attire slashed open in several places, blood seeping through and staining the fabric.

Old Qin’s left arm hung limp, clearly severely injured.

Old Qiao’s forehead bore a bloodstain, breathing somewhat raspy.

Surrounding them, four figures in uniform black attire with formidable auras slowly closed in a fan formation.

Leading them was a bald brute with a centipede-like menacing scar across his face, his aura shockingly Tier Two Peak.

His gaze was sinister.

His face carried the cruelty of a cat-and-mouse game and a bit of mortification after being teased, his voice hoarse in mockery:

"Run! Why don’t you keep running?!"

"Damn it! Two Tier One junk fish, slippery as eels! Made me chase for over half an hour! Quite gutsy!"

He spat a blood-tinged spittle, his chainsaw hummed lowly, pointing at Old Qin:

"No more energy to squirm now? Where’s all that agility from before? Huh?!"

His three companions behind him also let out suppressed snickering, their gaze like that on lambs to be slaughtered.

All four of them are Tier Two, hunting two Tier Ones, yet surprisingly their prey used the complex terrain and abandoned factory environment to drag the pursuit for over half an hour, this was an outrageous disgrace.

Old Qin panted heavily, sweat mixing with blood sliding down his forehead.

He ignored the taunt from the scar-faced man, his bloodshot eyes rapidly scanning the surroundings, searching for the last thread of a possible escape route, and gently bumped Old Qiao behind him with his shoulder, speaking in a low, quick voice:

"Old Qiao...listen...when I yell charge, you jump to the right into that ventilation duct! Don’t look back! If one can escape, then escape! Go find Qingzi..."

His voice carried determination.

However, before he finished speaking.

Old Qin’s gaze inadvertently swept past the sky behind the scar-faced man.

The seriousness, anxiety, and determination on his face.

Were instantly smoothed away by an invisible hand.

The tense body, incredibly, relaxed at this very moment.

Old Qin even let out a long sigh of relief.

The change was too abrupt and evident, causing the scar-faced man and his four advancing companions, as well as Old Qiao behind him, to be stunned.

The scar-faced man’s brow furrowed, he stopped in his tracks, suspiciously looking at Old Qin: "What? Resigned to fate? Ready to kneel and beg for mercy?"

Old Qin did not answer him.

He even displayed a somewhat peculiar smile.

Looking at the scar-faced man, then sweeping his gaze over the three companions behind him, he leisurely said:

"We’re not running anymore."

He paused, the smile on his face broadened, carrying an honest relief:

"But..."

"You all seem..."

"Should run now."