Chapter 133: The crimson blood mist steamed in the lightning, like a tidal wave

Lin Ruoxi flickered forward, transforming into lightning as she surged into the beast horde.

“Puff! Puff! Puff!”

Each flash of her blade sent a mutated beast’s head flying; crimson mist steamed in the lightning, instantly vaporized by the heat.

Her movements were too swift for the naked eye—only the falling corpses remained.

In barely ten seconds, the entire street was cleared.

Lin Ruoxi landed slowly, blood dripping from the tip of her sword.

The psychic squad, moments ago braced for a last stand, stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief.

How long has it been?

Did we just blink, and all the mutated creatures are dead?

“Lin Ruoxi? The one who wields the Eye of the Gods?”

“Lin Ruoxi of Jinling!”

As members of the Tian Shu Bureau, they snapped out of their shock quickly and recognized her identity.

Fifth on the Superhuman Rankings, wielder of the Eye of the Gods, third-rank powerhouse from Jinling’s Tian Shu Bureau—Lin Ruoxi.

Is this the power of Xia’s top superhumans?

In mere seconds, dozens of mutated creatures were slaughtered.

Such terrifying power—and she’s only third-rank. Then how horrifying must fourth-rank be?!

“Roar—!!!”

As they reeled in shock, a deafening roar echoed—a five-meter-tall mutated black bear smashed through the mall’s outer wall, stepping forward; each footfall cracked the ground in spiderweb patterns.

Terrifying spiritual energy radiated like solid waves, shattering every window in the surrounding buildings!

Third-rank! A third-rank mutated beast!

Lin Ruoxi’s gaze turned utterly cold.

It was creatures like this—these beasts—that destroyed Qingfeng Mountain’s defenses and breached Qingshan County!

She slowly raised her left hand, a coin spinning between her fingertips.

“Crack!”

Torrents of lightning burst from her body, flooding into the tiny coin; blinding electric light flared, warping the air with heat.

The coin’s surface began to melt, yet remained tightly bound by furious thunder.

The mutated black bear, moments ago roaring freely, instinctively sensed danger and tried to retreat.

But it was too late.

“Ultra Electromagnetic Cannon.”

Lin Ruoxi’s voice was utterly calm, yet sent a chill through everyone.

“Boom—!!!”

The coin became a blue-purple beam of light, piercing the sky in an instant; where it passed, brilliant trails exploded in the air, and the carcasses of mutated beasts along its path vaporized outright.

The mutated black bear barely raised its forepaw—then its upper body vanished.

No obstruction, no penetration, no explosion—only utter, complete—annihilation!

The residual lightning surged onward, finally fading from sight.

Silence.

The entire battlefield fell into deathly stillness.

Lin Ruoxi didn’t even glance at the twitching bear corpse. She lifted her head, gazing toward the heart of the beast horde farther away—her eyes blazing with intensified lightning.

There, more of those damned beasts waited to be purged by her.

“You go guard the shelter, protect the civilians—prevent any mutated beasts from reaching them.”

“Leave this to me.”

She spoke without turning, her voice cold as a blade, then instantly vanished in a streak of blue light.

“Reside in the frosty heavens, Hyōrinmaru!”

Shen Mo’s voice echoed through the air; boundless spiritual energy swirled around him, his zanpakutō transforming abruptly into a long, slender blade.

The next instant, the world froze.

Terrifying cold erupted from him like a detonation; the air screamed under the strain, moisture instantly crystallized into fine ice shards, and blue frost crawled across the ground.

In an instant, the charging mutated beasts were engulfed by the chilling force, frozen rigid where they stood.

Their fur, scales, bodies—all coated in an eerie blue frost within a heartbeat; ice spread from their limbs like a living thing, crawling over every inch until they were solidified into statues of terror.

“Crack.”

Shen Mo exhaled gently, a wisp of white mist—and that faint breath alone shattered the nearest ice-encased dire wolf into countless glittering ice fragments.

Snow began to fall from the sky.

Each flake glowed faintly blue; when it landed on unfrozen mutated beasts, it instantly pierced their flesh, freezing their blood.

The distant mutated beasts whimpered and retreated, tensing their bodies to flee—but the frost had already sealed off every escape route.

Shen Mo stepped forward slowly, the blade of Hyōrinmaru dragging across the ground, leaving a trail of spreading ice.

His spiritual energy boiled; behind him, the air warped as a dragon, entirely forged from extreme-cold spiritual energy, gradually took shape—its eyes icy, scales like blades, its mere presence dropping the temperature further.

“Run?”

“Where would you run to?”

He murmured. The ice dragon lifted its head; its roar echoed like the cry of an ancient frozen abyss.

“Boom!”

Shen Mo swung Hyōrinmaru; a tidal wave of cold swept across the battlefield, obliterating all in its path; the mutated beasts never had time to scream before being swallowed by absolute-zero storms, their bodies exploding outward into ice dust from within.

Once he confirmed every mutated beast within sight was dead, he slowly sheathed his blade, his spiritual energy calming, the falling snow gradually ceasing at his will.

Before him lay only an endless glacier stretching to the horizon, and countless mutated beast corpses, frozen solid within the ice.

With the arrival of Gu Che, Lin Ruoxi, and Shen Mo, plus reinforcements arriving steadily, the mutated beasts within Qingshan County were being slaughtered at an alarming rate.

Unlike last time, when all three were only second-rank and unable to fully unleash their Ten Thousand Worlds artifacts, this time they had all reached third-rank—and as third-rank wielders of Ten Thousand Worlds artifacts, they were stronger than the third-rank mutated beasts.

Last time, the beast tide was merely a trial of combat, a taste of fighting mutated beasts; suppression relied mostly on firearms and firepower. This time, superhuman power was paramount.

First- and second-rank mutated beasts could be killed easily with firearms and tactics—even in a city. But third-rank beasts? They could ignore nearly all weapons used in urban combat, moved with blinding speed, and upon sensing danger, avoided confrontation entirely.

This put them at a severe disadvantage; under such power disparity, if one of those beasts got close, everyone would die.

Therefore, to deal with third-rank mutated beasts, it was best left to psychics and Ten Thousand Worlds artifact wielders.

Yet as if sensing the human threat, the mutated beasts within the city grew even more frenzied, beginning to gather in organized groups toward the city center.

At that moment.

“Boom—!”

With a thunderous roar, a colossal emerald column of light pierced through the clouds, crushing down with the overwhelming might of a dragon’s aura!

The entire sky turned jade green in an instant; clouds spiraled wildly, as if heaven and earth itself trembled before this power.

(End of Chapter)