Chapter 404

Luo En frowned, then punched toward the Wolf of Hunger; in an instant, a crack shot straight toward the Wolf of Hunger.

Boom—the dust scattered again, and the Wolf of Hunger lay weakly on the ground.

Luo En slowly approached him, preparing to deliver a final blow, when a massive figure descended from the sky, crushing the Wolf of Hunger beneath its foot.

Luo En, seeing the sudden figure, did not press forward but retreated to the front of the crowd.

When the crowd finally reacted, the scene on the ground showed Wang Dashe standing atop the Wolf of Hunger.

Chuixue stepped beside Luo En and asked uncertainly, "Is Wang Dashe going to...?"

"That's right—he actually wants to devour the Wolf of Hunger!" Luo En was also taken aback by this.

Banggu wanted to rush forward and stop him, as he still hoped the Wolf of Hunger wouldn't be absorbed by Wang Dashe.

Luo En extended his hand to block him, speaking sharply: "Don't move—Wang Dashe has already begun the devouring; rushing in now would risk unpredictable power!"

A series of violent winds whipped up debris from all around. The devouring reached its final stage.

Wang Dashe laughed triumphantly: "Hmph, become my nourishment! Serve me, and dealing with these people will be no problem! Hahaha!"

At this moment, Luo En was puzzled: why wasn't the Wolf of Hunger resisting? Logically, though severely wounded, he should have been able to escape Wang Dashe's devouring without much trouble.

The Wolf of Hunger, lying on the ground, let out a cold laugh—one that didn't resemble the sound of someone about to be devoured, but rather the smirk of one who had succeeded.

As the violent winds ceased, both the Wolf of Hunger and Wang Dashe vanished from the chaotic battlefield.

Seeing both had disappeared, everyone rushed over to investigate.

Panic spread among the Monster Alliance—both of their top generals had vanished without explanation, causing widespread fear.

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "Mere humans, like ants—what is there to fear?" A grotesque figure, radiating ominous energy, slowly emerged from the shadows.

The newcomer was none other than Huang Jing, second-in-command of the Monster Alliance, trusted lieutenant of the Great Serpent, whose power had reached the peak of Dragon Rank, with rumors claiming he stood on the brink of godhood.

"My master's grand plan is but one step away—how dare you ants ruin his decade-long scheme? The Wolf of Hunger was merely a pawn in my master's hands. Greedy humans can never escape their nature; for power, they'll do anything. Foolish fools—you're destined to become our slaves. Accept your fate, ants!"

Huang Jing laughed loudly, unleashing terrifying pressure—even Atom Knight, an S-Class hero, broke into a cold sweat.

Tornado slowly rose into the air, pointing at Huang Jing: "So this is the legendary peak of Dragon Rank? Perfect—I'll test it out."

She turned to the heroes and whispered softly: "Luo En, take them away—he's beyond our capacity to fight."

With that, Tornado's body blazed with emerald light; she lifted both hands, unleashing terrifying psychic force that stained the sky a pale green, as a dying neutron star slowly descended from the heavens.

Weaker heroes and monster-class foes who witnessed this scene fled in panic, scattering in all directions, terrified the explosion would reach them.

"The second-ranked S-Class hero, Tornado, is nothing special—is this your full strength? Watch how your hope shatters." Huang Jing sneered.

He leapt into the air and shattered the neutron star with a single kick.

Yes—one kick. The neutron star vanished completely, not even a trace of explosive energy escaping.

Everyone present, except Luo En, stared in shock.

Tornado's face was filled with disbelief—she never imagined her strongest attack could be so easily neutralized.

Tornado gazed at the monster before her, a flicker of despair rising within her—her ultimate technique had been blocked.

Was humanity truly destined, as he claimed, to be enslaved?

Even though the gap was glaringly obvious, Tornado refused to surrender.

Tornado feigned calm: "Hmph, you're not that impressive after all."

Huang Jing, enraged by her words, gave her no chance to retaliate.

Without hesitation, he lunged toward Tornado, suspended in midair.

Suddenly, terrifying psychic force erupted—Tornado's power tore at everything around her.

Huang Jing was instantly pinned to the ground, unable to move.

At that moment, Tornado clutched her chest—she felt a pang of pain.

Using her ultimate psychic force had backfired: for every ten units of damage inflicted on Huang Jing, she suffered three in return.

54, Terrifying Power

Just as Tornado believed she had subdued him, Huang Jing stood up again, completely unharmed.

Huang Jing stretched his neck, as if he'd merely warmed up. "You're joking, right? Is this all an S-Class hero can do? Humans will always be humans—never breaking their limits. Why not learn from the Wolf of Hunger? Foolish creature—let me show you the true gap between us!"

With that, Huang Jing transformed into a golden lightning bolt and surged toward Tornado; his speed tore a crack through the trembling space, and the sheer force hurled her flying several meters.

Huang Jing instantly appeared behind Tornado, unleashing a devastating blow with a single kick that sent her soaring into the air—power so great even Super Alloy Black Light would hesitate to endure it.

Suddenly, Huang Jing clasped his hands together, a golden orb forming in his palms. It appeared calm, like a jewel, yet contained terrifying power.

Huang Jing once again became a golden lightning bolt, hurtling toward Tornado in midair, slamming the golden orb into her.

In an instant, apocalyptic destruction erupted—the golden light turned A-Class heroes and Ghost-Class monsters to dust; even the S-Class heroes unleashed their abilities to resist the explosion.

Tornado, second-ranked S-Class hero, offered no resistance—she was crushed to the ground, grievously wounded.

She couldn't believe it—Huang Jing possessed such divine power. If even she couldn't move him, then no one could.

Just as everyone thought it was over, Luo En appeared before Huang Jing, like a savior, before the eyes of all.

"Those who break my rules never meet a good end!" Luo En said, staring fixedly at Huang Jing, showing not a trace of fear.

Huang Jing, riding high on his triumph, had no idea how powerful Luo En truly was.

"Who are you? Rules aren't decided by you!" Huang Jing declared with absolute confidence.

"Don't be reckless—he's not ordinary! Be careful!" Chuixue fretted, fearing Luo En couldn't match this opponent.

Luo En turned to Chuixue, gave her a reassuring nod, then turned back to Huang Jing.

Huang Jing's arrogant, invincible demeanor irritated Luo En deeply.

"Let me see what you're truly capable of!"

"Luo En, let us handle this—S-Class heroes can't be seen as weak!" Atom Knight clapped Luo En on the shoulder. "Everyone, charge!" In an instant, a group of S-Class heroes led by Atom Knight surged toward Huang Jing.

"Nothing escapes my blade, nothing resists my cut—Atom Slash!" Atom Knight roared, dual blades raised.

A flash of blade-light passed—but left only faint scratches on Huang Jing's body.

"Flowing Rock Shattering Fist," "Soccer Dribble Kick," "Incineration Cannon"—Ban Gu, Tong Di, Jienos, and others also unleashed their own techniques, but unfortunately, they still could not inflict any real damage on Huang Jing.

"Hahaha, heroes? A joke—nothing more! The power bestowed upon me by that my lord—how could you possibly match it!"

Huang Jing laughed wildly—just as everyone fell into despair, a tiny green dot suddenly glowed on Huang Jing's abdomen, then burst into brilliant light; accompanied by dazzling green radiance, a soft "puff" echoed as Huang Jing's upper and lower body split apart.

"No! Impossible! What—what did you do?! The power of that my lord—how could this be! Impossible!" The mortally wounded Huang Jing gasped with his last strength, disbelief in his voice.

"You pathetic chickens—can't even defeat a mere Dragon-class threat? Good thing I held back a trick. What a joke—the legendary Dragon-class is nothing but this, hah!"

Behind the heroes, Long Juan, supported by Luo En, struggled to lower her arm and spoke.

With that, Long Juan collapsed into Luo En's arms.

Just as the heroes exhaled in relief, a small black hole appeared in the sky—alien and out of place against the surrounding environment.

"You actually defeated Huang Jing, who bore the my lord's power—seems you're not so ordinary after all." From the black hole slowly floated a man in a cloak, holding a black cube.

"Who are you!" the Atom Warrior snarled.

"Me? Let me introduce myself—I am the Apostle, sent by that my lord to travel across parallel universes seeking the strongest. You may call me, Wandering Emperor!"

All the heroes were confused—who was he talking about? Someone asked doubtfully: "Who is this 'my lord' you speak of? What does he truly want?"

"Hmph. With your strength, you're not worthy to know the my lord's purpose. This is your end. The dying should know less." The Wandering Emperor sneered at the heroes, then turned to the dying Huang Jing.

"Useless trash—how dare you possess the my lord's divine power? Wait for your master in hell! You'll join him soon."

The Wandering Emperor hurled the black cube toward Huang Jing; it floated slowly above him, erupting terrifying energy that voraciously absorbed both the power that never belonged to Huang Jing and his own.

"You bastard!" Huang Jing cursed, furious.

Then he dissolved into thin air—the peak Dragon-class monster, Huang Jing, fell.

"Alright, now it's your turn!" The Wandering Emperor released the divine pressure—and in an instant, every hero except Luo En bled from all seven orifices, suffering varying degrees of grave injury.

Merely releasing a fraction of his pressure had rendered all S-class heroes combat-ineffective.

"What is his origin? And this overwhelming aura—neither his nor Huang Jing's—where does it truly come from?" Luo En wondered inwardly.

The Wandering Emperor regarded Luo En with interest. "Oh? You're the only one who can withstand the my lord's pressure. You must possess the qualification to approach the my lord."

Of everyone present, only Luo En remained unharmed by the pressure.

55, the vanished Wandering Emperor

Luo En knew well: this man's power was no trivial matter—especially after absorbing Huang Jing's strength. If he didn't go all out now, it would be hard to subdue him.

Luo En spoke as if he were a spoiled heir, utterly indifferent: "I don't care what power you carry—in my eyes, it's all just trash. I'm the one who decides. Got it?"

The Wandering Emperor, already immensely powerful, had never been humiliated like this—but he remained calm, not easily provoked.

"Just talking won't convince you—I know you understand: my power, combined with Huang Jing's, is beyond what any normal human can comprehend! Hahaha!" The Wandering Emperor spoke with great pride of his strength.

This time, it was Luo En who could no longer tolerate his arrogance—he casually replied: "Oh? Then you'll be disappointed—I happen to be the abnormal one."