Chapter 1067: The World Needs Enforcers

The World Needs Enforcers

There was no fear in their eyes, only a little regret, as well as a heavy sense of stealthiness;

They stealthily peeked at their surroundings to see which unlucky bastards were caught like them, memorizing them one by one, so that later when others gossiped about them, they could loudly refute:

"So what! That whoever was also caught! Isn't he even more of a noob than me?"

A dozen or so Dusk Society members were suspended in the air. Countless vine tentacles danced wildly in the wind... Chen Ling looked at this scene, silently gripping the Yesterday's Revolver in his hand tightly.

Unlike Tian Huai, facing the Farmer this time, no one could secretly tell Chen Ling his weakness. Moreover, the other party wasn't on the Path of the Puppeteer either. Just looking at the posture of carrying a hoe, one could feel the power of the other party's original body... Relying solely on them few Juniors, wanting to shoot this bullet was not easy.

And the scene that appeared next directly destroyed the confidence of Jian Changsheng and the others.

A white-clothed Scholar, with his hands behind his back, was outlined from the nothingness. His figure was like ink spreading from the tip of a brush on a page, mysterious and quiet. Along with his appearance, a second Rank 8 Oppressive Aura abruptly appeared.

Boom——!

The blood-stained black apron fluttered in the wind. The Butcher's narrow but pressure-filled pupils swept across the crowd. As he slightly turned his head, the sweeping strong wind blew away all the dust around, even making it difficult for the crowd to stand steadily...

"This is bad." Sun Bumian, paralyzed on the ground, spoke muttered.

Three Judgment Proxies, three Rank 8s, actually gathered here together!

Even if Chen Ling had Yesterday's Revolver, it was impossible to deal with three Judgment Proxies at the same time. Under the circumstance of them joining hands, Chen Ling perhaps wouldn't even have the chance to fire his gun... And their appearance meant that the Fire-Stealers no longer wanted to delay. Whether it was the Dusk Society or Chen Ling, they wanted a quick battle to end things quickly.

The Butcher, the Scholar, the Farmer. Like three insurmountable giant mountains, they completely sealed off everyone's path of survival...

Not to mention the Silver King behind those three giant mountains.

"It's over... Messed up this time." Seven of Clubs, hanging in the air like a zongzi, muttered to himself. "If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have come. Team Building is going to turn into a team wipe..."

"Shut your jinx mouth quickly!" Eight of Spades on the side glared at him.

"This is truly troublesome... The Red King hasn't appeared until now, and the 4 Kings are pinned down by the Dao Foundation secret treasure... With these three Proxies planting themselves here like King Yama, who can finish them off??"

"Jin Fugui! Aren't you good at fortune-telling? Why didn't you divine this calamity before coming?"

"Exactly! Quickly think of a way!"

Jin Fugui spoke innocently. "I divined before coming... But the hexagram image wasn't that ominous at all. It clearly said turning the tide, and Turning Calamity into Blessing..."

"Turning the tide? Who can turn the tide at this time?"

"I'm just a charlatan, it's not like I have Omniscience and Omnivision, how would I know???"

The Dusk Society crowd's "elimination speeches" failed to pierce through the strong wind stirred up by the Butcher. Amidst bursts of whimpering sounds, the daylight dimmed... This great battle had actually lasted from dawn to dusk.

The Oppressive Aura of three Rank 8s shook the 6-generation and Celestial Star Positions crowd until they couldn't catch their breath. Looking at the three people in front of him, Zhao Yi gritted his teeth, silently walked to Chen Ling's side, lowered his voice and said:

"Later, I will pull you together onto Old Wolf's back. Old Wolf is very formidable in terms of speed, he will definitely be able to think of a way to take you out..."

Zhao Yi was very clear in his heart that they were absolutely not the match of three Judgment Proxies. Things having reached this point, they couldn't care about others anymore... His mission was to rescue Chen Ling back. If they really started fighting, he and Old Wolf could only take care of Chen Ling.

But hearing this, Chen Ling only looked back at him, the corners of his mouth curving up into a faint smile:

"Rest assured, Zhao Yi... Things are far from reaching that stage. How the ending of this war will be is still unknown..."

"Hasn't reached that stage yet?" Zhao Yi widened his eyes. "If we don't run now, our ashes will be scattered later!"

Chen Ling shook his head.

"Calculating the time, it should be about right..."

Under the Oppressive Aura of the three Rank 8s, Chen Ling walked forward slowly. The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe fluttered gently in the wind, and his calm voice echoed in everyone's ears:

"... This performance has only just begun."

...

Domain Wall.

The black Enforcer trench coat stepped over the mess and pools of blood all over the ground, finally stopping in front of a dilapidated wall.

A slender long spear pierced through the entire heavy Domain wall, and on the wall surface, a headless body also wearing an Enforcer trench coat was tightly pinned to the surface...

No heartbeat, no breathing. Her broken hem puffed in the wind, emitting whimpering residual echoes in the wind, like a corpse forgotten by people in a corner.

"The one he asked me to save... turned out to be you."

Looking at the dilapidated corpse pinned to the wall, Han Meng's eyes slightly narrowed.

Seeing the tragic state of this corpse, Han Meng's chest heaved slightly. Anger and killing intent spread in his eyes, and the surrounding temperature rapidly dropped, like an ice cave!

"That group of Fire-Stealers all thought you were already dead... Actually, at first glance, I thought so too."

"No head, no heartbeat, no breathing, but even so, he is still certain you are alive..." Han Meng slowly raised his hand, gripping the shaft of that long spear,

"He was right... After all, you are the pillar of our Aurora Domain, the Pathway Chief of [Asura], the Commander-in-Chief of the Enforcers... If you just died here like this, it would be too disgraceful to us Enforcers."

Han Meng's five fingers exerted even more force. The Tribunal opened up around him, and terrifying power was evenly distributed on that long spear formed by the [Plucking Stars] path, pulling it out from the corpse bit by bit...

Under the power of the Chief of Judgment, the long spear that was originally as steady as Mount Tai actually began to tremble, the spear tip slowly separating from Hong Xiu's corpse!

This was the obsession of the last Enforcer in the world, coming from the ruins of the extreme north.

Along with the separation of the long spear, one star point after another on the surface of the spear shaft dimmed, as if the [Asura] skills originally sealed within were being extracted... And following Han Meng's low roar, the last star on the long spear also dimmed. The entire spear shaft turned into starlight and shattered into nothingness!

That headless corpse that had always been pinned to the wall surface instantly lost its support, falling into the ruins with a thud...

Dust flew up, and the world was deathly silent.

This spear of the Silver King was formed by a path of the Path of the Thief, pulling it out was not a simple matter... Han Meng's forehead was already covered with sweat, but his gaze was fixedly staring at that unresponsive corpse.

"You should wake up, Hong Xiu." Han Meng paused for a moment,

"This world... needs Enforcers."

Not knowing how much time had passed,

Under the dilapidated Enforcer trench coat, a slender and fair finger moved slightly.