Chapter 245: Lingxi World, Catastrophe Rages (Request Monthly Tickets)

The Lingxi World, Shengxi City.

From high above, the city resembled a colossal living organism, sprawled across the earth.

The city’s outline was not forged from metal or stone, but woven from countless flowing, semi-transparent biological tissues.

Through the fleshy surface, vessel-like structures could be seen, channeling energy to every corner of the city.

The buildings within varied in form, each seeming alive, writhing and breathing.

The city streets were not traditional stone or asphalt, but rather biological materials resembling muscle tissue.

At this moment, inside Shengxi City.

Countless warriors converged from all directions.

They were all war weapons modified by biotechnology—cold, efficient killing machines.

Each warrior stood about three meters tall, their skin covered in thick biological armor studded with sharp bone spines; their vertically extended arms, reaching down to the knees, were thicker than an ordinary human’s thigh, and their fingertips extended into razor-sharp blades.

Their heads were encased in biological helmets, their fronts masked with grinning faces revealing two rows of sharp teeth, leaving only two blood-red eyes exposed.

From the back of their skulls, dense crimson tendrils extended, hanging like hair.

On the central tower of the city, the city lord gazed down at the assembled warriors, his booming voice echoing across the city’s sky.

“We are born as plunderers, conquerors, embodiments of destruction!”

“Our blades shall tear open enemy flesh, crush their souls… For survival, for the eternal legacy of Lingxi, we crave slaughter, plunder, growth—let the enemies’ screams become our battle hymn, let their annihilation become our nourishment!”

The city lord’s voice reverberated overhead, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Each word struck the assembled warriors like a sledgehammer, igniting their inner lust for slaughter.

“The new conquest is about to begin. We need no mercy, no compassion. We are born to devour all—let Lingxi witness you, let the enemies’ worlds tremble beneath our feet, let their civilizations be reduced to ash.”

As the city lord fell silent, all warriors roared in unison, causing the entire city to shudder.

“For Lingxi, for immortality!” the warriors shouted together, their voices brimming with fanaticism.

The city lord continued:

“Await the opening of Lingxi’s path to glory—we shall together forge a new brilliance for the Lingxi Clan. You shall all be inscribed in Lingxi’s annals.”

Roar!

Wild roars rose in succession.

Just as the Shengxi City warriors prepared to march to their designated battlefield, anticipating the arrival of cross-domain war…

A dense swarm of figures suddenly descended from the sky, shrouded in thick cloud layers.

The silent regional voice channel was instantly flooded with voices.

“Ahahaha, the calamity has arrived, dropping from above… Wait, why don’t I have a parachute? This way of landing from high altitude is way too violent.”

Any monster-flow players? Let’s form a squad—we’re finally ready to shine in the dungeon world.

Too bad—we had over thirty brothers on our team, but only five made it in. The rest got dumped back to Emperor Tomb Village during the data transfer into the small dungeon, wiped out before even fighting… Screw it, I’m gonna have fun.

“There’s a city right below—heehee, last time I was a savior, now I’m truly an outer-domain demon.”

Umm~ The air in this small dungeon world is so polluted—I’m suffocating without a food-energy air filter. The details are surprisingly realistic; air quality clearly can’t compare to the Monster World.

…

Players arriving from the five spatial nodes gradually descended into the small world.

Although the vast majority were swept away by spatial backflow and returned to Emperor Tomb Village, this did not dampen the players’ enthusiasm.

The Eclipse Clan’s official statement had clearly explained:

The small dungeon world had just been completed, so optimization issues were normal.

Players who successfully entered the Lingxi World were highly energized, beginning to recruit teammates even during their descent.

Below, the Shengxi City lord stared at the falling figures, his Iron Face filled with shock.

In a single glance, he realized the truth… These were external invaders.

“Prepare for battle!”

The city lord suddenly lowered his head and roared.

At that moment, a massive ink-black fireball, the size of a meteor, plummeted from the sky and slammed directly onto the tower where the city lord stood.

“Why stand so high? Get down, you bastard!”

A furious voice rang from the sky.

Boom!

Ink flames surged violently, instantly engulfing the city lord, who let out a piercing scream.

No matter how he rolled, he could not extinguish the ink flames; his internal reserve organs were useless.

Soon after, more players crashed down into Shengxi City.

Facing the invasion, all Lingxi warriors turned and charged toward the descending players.

War erupted instantly.

Toward the city center.

A player plummeted from high altitude, his body igniting with fiery heat from air friction.

He carved an energy trail through the sky, crashing toward the ground like a meteor.

Boom!

A thunderous crash sent stones flying and dust swirling.

The ground cracked open into a deep crater dozens of meters wide; from the dust, the player slowly rose.

His gaze swept over the Lingxi warriors gathering nearby; he grinned:

“Game on.”

With that, his body twisted and swelled, black scales emerging across his skin.

A piercing hiss tore through the sky as the player instantly transformed into a black serpent, dozens of meters long.

In the sunlight, its scales gleamed like obsidian, each one reflecting a cold, icy light.

The player’s head reared high, its crimson eyes burning like twin fireballs, looking down at the Lingxi warriors—tiny as ants beneath him.

Its mouth opened, revealing sharp fangs dripping with glowing venom.

Baring his fangs in a menacing snarl, he took a selfie and forwarded it to his guild chat:

“Brothers, I’ve landed safely, don’t worry.”

The Lingxi warriors’ razor claws struck his body, sparking—but not a single scratch broke through the black-armored snake player’s outer defense.

He closed his interface; his massive body coiled and curled, standing like a black mountain at the city’s center.

With a single flick of his tail, nearby Lingxi warriors were instantly crushed into pulp, and surrounding buildings collapsed like paper, their debris flying through the air.

Terrifying power instantly cleared all Lingxi warriors around him, leaving a deep gouge in the ground.

The excited player let out a triumphant roar, filling nearby Lingxi warriors with an unprecedented sense of suffocating oppression.

After the initial clash, the player in black-armored snake form began roaming freely through the city center, his body like a moving mountain—each undulation brought catastrophic destruction.

The sound of scales scraping the ground echoed like a symphony of death in the ears of every nearby Lingxi warrior.

The black-armored snake’s tail swept again, instantly toppling a towering biological tower.

The biological tissue forming the tower tore apart like paper, fragments flying through the air; the tower’s energy core shattered in the collapse, releasing blinding light.

The player, now in snake form, swallowed it whole, sending it directly into his personal storage bag.

“Aowu! Aowu!”

Upon analyzing the energy stone’s value at 300 sacrificial power, the player roared in delight once more.

Not far from the black-armored snake player, a white, rampaging fury bear raised its paw and slammed down on a building entwined with fleshy vines.

The building’s defense mechanism activated instantly; its biological surface hardened rapidly, attempting to resist the impact.

But the power of the rampaging form far exceeded the building’s structural limits.

The fleshy vines snapped under the bear’s paw, collapsing with a crash, green sap spraying everywhere.

“Kill!”

Below, the Lingxi warriors quickly organized a counterattack, their claw-blades glinting coldly as they leapt from nearby buildings toward the rampaging player.

At that moment, the player suddenly lowered his head, opened his mouth, and inhaled deeply, his chest slowly swelling.

Roar!

Rampaging trait activated.

A shockwave instantly swept across the ground, vaporizing dozens of charging Lingxi warriors mid-air; their flesh and blood rained down like bloody raindrops.

“How is this possible?!”

Nearby, a Lingxi warrior staggered back in terror.

His eyes were filled with dread; an unprecedented sense of helplessness rose within him.

The rampaging player, however, smirked, his ice-blue eyes sweeping over the ant-like Lingxi warriors, his chest swelling again.

Roar!

A deafening roar erupted from his mouth, like thunder exploding in the air.

The soundwave, mixed with violent gusts, formed a visible shockwave.

Wherever it passed, the ground split, buildings overturned, biological materials shattered and flew.

The gathered Lingxi warriors nearby had no time to react—their bodies were instantly disintegrated, vanishing into the air.

The shockwave continued forward, obliterating everything in its path.

After effortlessly wiping them out, the rampaging player continued shouting in the regional channel:

“Monster-flow players wanted—only monster-flow squads accepted.”

With that, the giant bear turned its gaze toward the black-armored snake elder from afar.

At this moment, the elder slithered up a towering giant tower, its head held high, overlooking the city below.

Its crimson eyes glinted with cold light, like a monarch surveying his domain.

With a casual sweep of its tail, entire buildings nearby collapsed; the resistance of the Spirit Breath warriors seemed utterly ridiculous before it.

Seeing the name above the opponent’s head, the player in Roar Form sent a private message:

“Bro, wanna team up?”

“Team up? Pfft. Your roar’s too loud—it’s blowing out my eardrums. I’m out. This place is yours.”

With that, the black-armored snake player shot upward, hurtling toward the distance, his body stretching straight like a wall crashing down.

BOOM!

A row of buildings was crushed beneath the black-armored snake player’s landing.

Watching the elder’s departing back, the player in Roar Form looked crestfallen:

“Who plays Roar without roaring? What’s the point…?”

After the invasion war began, more and more Monster Flow players appeared in the city.

Black-armored snake forms, Roar Bear forms, Ink-Flame Skeleton forms, Mud Demon forms… the monstrous army descending from the sky ravaged every corner of the city.

The war had become the Monster Flow players’ home turf.

Compared to Monster Flow players, the silhouettes of other players seemed utterly insignificant.

Yet in terms of combat power, these small, frail players were the absolute main force.

In one corner of the city, crimson energy flowed like flames through the air, casting all surrounding buildings in a blood-red glow.

A close-combat player stood in the center of the street, enveloped in a furious crimson energy field, his gaze fixed ahead.

Hundreds of Spirit Breath warriors stood ready, their eyes betraying faint but unmistakable tension and fear.

The close-combat player wasted no words—he launched his charge without hesitation.

The crimson energy swirling around him erupted into even greater fury; his body surged forward like a tank with the accelerator floored, smashing straight into the Spirit Breath warrior formation.

The ground trembled beneath his footsteps.

To the Spirit Breath warriors, the charging player appeared as a crimson lightning bolt—there was no time to react before his massive fist loomed large in their vision.

His fist slammed forward, and the crimson energy instantly coalesced into a violent blood-energy wave, like a colossal crimson dragon charging toward the warrior line.

BOOM!

The blood-energy shockwave swept through the Spirit Breath warriors; their biological armor shattered instantly, their bodies pulverized by the immense force.

The crimson energy surged onward, tearing apart buildings on either side and leaving a rolling dust wave in its wake.

BOOM!

The second punch followed immediately, smashing forward.

Dozens of Spirit Breath warriors died instantly; those behind were thrown back, spitting blood, their internal organs shattered by the shockwave.

“Hahahaha, these guys are so weak!”

The close-combat player couldn’t help laughing, his voice brimming with satisfaction.

He swung his fist again, and crimson energy coalesced into a colossal fist-shaped shadow, crashing down upon the Spirit Breath warrior line.

BOOM!

The fist-shadow struck the ground, which instantly cracked; fissures spread like spiderwebs.

The Spirit Breath warrior defensive line collapsed completely under the fist-shadow; countless warriors’ bodies were torn apart by Gang Qi, their flesh and armor fragments flying through the air.

The crimson energy continued its rampage, staining everything around it red with blood.

Facing this close-combat player, the Spirit Breath warriors’ hearts filled with growing dread.

Their once-proud, formidable bodies now seemed as fragile as paper lanterns before this terrifying invader.

Defense had become meaningless.

In their eyes, every punch from the evil invader was like a scythe in Death’s hand, effortlessly reaping their lives.

At that moment, a Spirit Breath warrior hiding among the ruins suddenly leapt up.

With a determined expression, he raised his claw-blade high; the sharp tip sliced through the air with a cold gleam, striking downward with full force toward the close-combat player’s neck.

This strike channeled all his strength—he vowed to sever the player’s head.

But before the claw-blade touched the player’s skin, it was halted by a layer of crimson energy.

The energy was as solid as physical matter; the blade could not advance an inch.

The Spirit Breath warrior roared in desperation; his biological armor groaned under the strain.

He pressed his claw-blade against the crimson energy, trying to tear it apart.

But no matter how hard he pushed, the crimson energy remained utterly unmoved, like an impassable abyss.

At that moment, the close-combat player turned his head slightly, glancing at the stealthy attacker behind him.

The next instant, the crimson energy erupted violently, like a furious flood, hurling the Spirit Breath warrior backward.

His body arced through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground dozens of meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Spirit Breath warrior struggled to his feet, looking down at his claw-blade.

The once-sharp tip was shattered; his arm trembled violently from the recoil; the surface of his biological armor was now covered in fine cracks, its energy patterns dim and lifeless.

“How… is this possible…” he muttered, his voice thick with uncontainable fear.

At that moment, his eyes reflected the close-combat player’s silhouette—the crimson energy burned around him like flames, making him appear as an invincible god of slaughter.

This wasn’t war—it was massacre!

Their desperate resistance seemed laughable before this figure.

Despair filled the Spirit Breath warrior’s heart; his body trembled with fear, his strength drained as if vanished in an instant.

The close-combat player nearby slowly turned, crimson energy churning around him like a beast ready to pounce.

Locking eyes with the ambush attacker, the close-combat player smirked cruelly:

“I hate ambushes. Your life’s final stop has come. Watch yourself next lifetime.”

His heavy fist swung out; crimson energy coalesced into a violent blood-energy wave, instantly engulfing the Spirit Breath warrior.

The warrior’s body disintegrated within the energy wave, flesh and armor reduced to dust, scattered by the wind.

The battle ended. The close-combat player stood still, and a Coughing Blood Lao Yin rose above his head.

Instantly, blood surged upward from the ground, flowing toward him.

As his health bar recovered, the close-combat player felt utterly awesome.

“Fishing is so fun.”

At that moment, a massive silhouette appeared ahead.

A giant green lizard charged forward in a frenzy, crushing buildings in its path; atop its head stood a player, arms crossed, standing proudly.

As it passed, the player on the lizard’s head glanced sideways at him, then turned his gaze forward again.

“Holy shit, Monster Flow mount? Bro, you’re awesome!”

Seeing the passing elder riding a “Tear” Ming Hun-form lizard, the close-combat player couldn’t hide his envy.

Among all sects, players with Monster Flow mounts were unquestionably at the top of the hierarchy.

Just by having that prestige, he could kill a hundred Spirit Breath warriors and still fall short.

“Bro, give me a ride?” he sent a private message, thinking of it.

“Get lost. This is my girlfriend. You think you can ride her?”

The close-combat player: …

“Big deal. When my cousin gets into the Monster World, I’ll get a mount too.”

He muttered under his breath, then used Gang Qi to leap into the air, continuing his search for prey.

In the northwest corner of the city, among the ruined buildings, a dark shadow glided soundlessly like a specter of death.

In his right hand, he gripped a blood-red dagger; its blade shimmered with a dark crimson aura, as if it had drunk the souls of countless dead.

The player moved with feline lightness, leaping across the ruins; each landing required only a toe-touch to propel him far forward.

Soon, the assassin player found his prey.

A hundred meters ahead, dozens of Spirit Breath warriors were fleeing in panic.

Thanks to his enhanced senses from attribute boosts, the assassin could even hear their rapid breathing and the faint creaking of their biological armor’s joints as they ran.

He instantly knew: fear had shattered their will—they only wanted to escape this land of death.

But he certainly wouldn’t let them succeed.

“Maximum Speed, activate!”

The player smirked, his pupils contracting sharply; everything in his vision slowed instantly.

Time itself seemed stretched.

Under his trait’s enhancement, his figure blurred into a crimson afterimage, slicing into the fleeing warriors with lightning speed.

First target: the dagger pierced the back of the neck like a venomous snake; the biological armor’s protection layer tore like paper, the blade precisely severing the neural center.

The targeted Spirit Breath warrior didn’t even have time to grunt before collapsing.

Second target: the crimson blade slashed horizontally across the throat; before blood could spurt, the player’s figure flashed like a ghost to the third warrior’s back.

The dagger thrust upward diagonally, piercing precisely through the gap between the jaw and the breathing mask, impaling the brain.

The warrior’s body continued forward by inertia, but its head hung lifelessly.

Fourth target: the player spun, the dagger flipping half a circle in his fingers before he reversed his grip and stabbed into the neck.

As the blood jetted, the assassin had already surged forward, driving the dagger through the fifth warrior’s backplate, piercing straight into the center of his blue heart, then withdrawing it with a trail of blue.

The fifth player slid along the ground, his dagger slicing upward from below, marking the target with a Forbidden Blade tag.

In the instant he rose, he hurled the dagger, piercing the skull of a Lingxi warrior ahead.

As the dagger gleamed coldly from the warrior’s forehead, the player—accelerated to extreme speed—arrived at his side; in the moment the blade split the forehead, he gripped the hilt precisely and, with the motion, slew the Lingxi warrior to his left.

The sixth, seventh, eighth…

The Assassin Flow player’s movements flowed like clouds and water; every strike precisely locked onto weaknesses through the Insight trait, leaving a trail of death as he sprinted forward.

The dagger carved successive crimson arcs through the air; each flash of his form coincided with the silent fall of a Lingxi warrior.

Pfft!

Crunch!

Faint cutting sounds followed in rapid succession; this group of Lingxi warriors never even saw the Assassin Flow player’s silhouette.

They only felt a faint breeze brush past.

In just five seconds, the Assassin Flow player passed through dozens of fleeing Lingxi warriors and arrived before the foremost one.

As the foremost warrior sensed something amiss and turned in terror, the crimson dagger expanded in his vision, then pierced straight through his third eye.

Thud!

The corpse collapsed.

The Assassin Flow player slowly straightened his body, flicked off the blood droplets from his dagger, and scanned the surroundings with a cold gaze.

Behind him, dozens of Lingxi warriors lay dead.

No screams, no struggles, not even a chance to resist.

They didn’t even know how they died—life was extinguished in an instant.

The player let out a soft hum, spun the crimson dagger between his fingers, and it vanished into his sleeve.

“Guide Brother, are there any valuable items on the ground?” The Assassin Flow player’s cold demeanor suddenly melted; he turned to the floating Guidance Water Sphere with a pleading smile.

【In the fourth pocket on the left are three Repair Fluids—they’re worth something. All other gear should be sacrificed to Emperor Zhao.】

“Thanks, Guide Brother.”

After dumping all the Lingxi warriors’ gear into the Emperor Zhao Recycling Station,

the Assassin Flow player leapt again, vanishing into shadow, slipping forward in Dusk Shadow Form, searching for new prey.

In the southwest corner of the city, atop a towering structure.

One player raised his hand and pulled from the void, flames surging between his fingers until they coalesced into a fearsome, majestic flaming longbow.

The bow’s body rippled with lava-like patterns; its string was woven from fire-elemental enchanted particles.

The Marksman player’s gaze swept downward, slowly drawing back the string—immediately, a burning Blood Arrow materialized in midair.

The flame dancing at the arrowhead was gilded with a thread of gold by the Power Axe trait.

At that moment, his teammate’s voice crackled through the squad chat:

“Rock Brother, I’ve already killed thirteen. Why haven’t you started yet? Don’t just freeload—get moving!”

“My drop zone was full of Cultist squads—I couldn’t even compete for kills. I’m just about to start. Don’t bother me.”

As he spoke, the Marksman player’s pupils contracted.

“First one.” He whispered, then released his finger.

The instant the Blood Flame Arrow left the string, it carved a crimson trail through the air.

Below, a Lingxi warrior organizing a defense never even raised his head—the arrow pierced straight through his chest.

No blood sprayed; the wound instantly carbonized from the heat.

The warrior stared blankly down at the bowl-sized hole in his chest, sparks flickering along its edges, then collapsed straight backward.

“Second one.”

Another arrow flew—this time targeting a Lingxi warrior activating a defense device.

After marking him, the arrow struck precisely between his eyes, shattering his skull in an explosion.

Panic spread among the Lingxi warriors.

They frantically sought cover, but to the Marksman player, every hiding spot was futile.

The Ling Eye trait activated—his vision faced no obstruction.

Once a target was marked, it meant a hundred percent hit.

After marking every target in his line of sight, the player activated the Scatter Arrow trait.

“Clear the field.”

He yanked the string fully, pouring Blood into the bow—his health bar dropped by a third instantly.

Twang!

The arrow shot forth and shattered into thirty-two crimson beams of light.

Each beam twisted and writhed like living things, tracing serpentine paths through the air.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Simultaneously, the sounds of bursting flesh echoed down the street over a hundred meters away.

A warrior behind cover on the east side had his skull exploded through the wall; skull fragments embedded in the building’s ruins.

A Lingxi warrior sprinting on the west side had his back explode into a bloody hole—the arrow pierced through and drove into the ground.

A Lingxi warrior bearing a heavy shield was impaled through both man and shield; the arrow’s momentum carried on, piercing three more behind him.

With a single arrow, he cleared the entire field.

His gaze shifted to another direction; this time he marked targets in order 1-2-3-4.

He fired one arrow—it weaved through the Lingxi warriors, auto-adjusting its path, killing another dozen.

When the last Lingxi warrior turned to ash in the Blood Flame, the Marksman player sheathed his longbow.

His gaze turned toward other parts of the city.

Seeing another Spell Tower rise in the distance, he cursed silently in his mind.

At this moment, the player known as Catastrophe continued ravaging the city.

Some players had begun their antics—Cultist squad players placed Elemental Spell Towers across the city, clearing vast swathes of Lingxi warriors.

Many players raged in the chat channel, furious at how excessive this behavior was.

“Cultist squads, stop it! This is a sin against heaven! How can you just dump Spell Towers anywhere? Are you denying other players resources?”

“I’m furious! I just found a group, and then a Spell Tower started sniping them from afar—I didn’t even get a single hair! What kind of people are these?”

“Hahaha, Spell Tower Flow is so fun—quickly harvesting weaklings in nearby zones.”

“Field Flow is the worst—those players leave not even a single hair in their vicinity; everything gets shredded by elemental torrents.”

…

Area-of-effect damage capability? Other Flow players couldn’t compare to Spell Flow players.

Their placement of Spell Towers across the city left no room for other players to enjoy killing—monster-hunting efficiency was maximized.

Meanwhile, players continuously recruited teammates in the region, trying to form Catastrophe squads to act together.

In demand, melee players—who once were the most sought-after—had become the most unwanted.

In the Monster World battlefield, melee and tank Flows were absolute team cores; only when melee held the line could the backline deliver high-output damage.

But enemies in this small-world dungeon were all weaklings.

There was no need for tank players to absorb damage—only efficient kills earned more Sacrificial Power.

So demand ranking: Spell Flow players (all types) > Beast Flow players > Ranged Physical > Support (Blood Burn, Power Bank) > Melee DPS > Tank Flow.

Tanks, who in the past needed double—or even higher—resource allocations to join squads, now faced unprecedented neglect in small-world dungeons.

In this “unstoppable mowing” Cultivation Mode, Tank Flow players were seen by many as dead weight, just tagging along to split rewards.

They didn’t need to rush forward to take damage—Spell Flow players could end battles with one barrage. What use were they?

Unless it was a friend group leading, solo players refused to accept Tank Flow players into their squads.

This shattered many Tank Flow players.

In the Monster World, they had always been team cores.

They never lacked teams—before joining, they even had to choose carefully and negotiate fair reward splits.

Yet now, entering a small-world dungeon, they’d become outcasts, despised like stray dogs.

What humiliation.

With no other option, Tank Flow players chose to “band together and strengthen themselves,” forming mutual aid squads.

Entire squads composed solely of Tank Flow players—kill efficiency ranked the lowest in the field.

The most exhilarated during this chaos were those who had chosen the Beast Flow growth path.

They transformed into war machines, ruthlessly destroying everything in the city.

The sensation of crushing resistance, the thrill of overwhelming dominance—hard to experience in the Monster World.

But in this small world, they finally found their stage.

Facing the rampaging players, warriors from Lingxi City kept pouring out, launching wave after wave of counterattacks.

But to the players, this level of resistance was no more than a minor skirmish in a novice village battlefield.

The bio-armor worn by Lingxi warriors—crafted from small-world-derived spiritual materials—was far too weak, crumbling under attack.

It gave players the sensation of dealing true damage throughout—any strike could sweep away entire groups.

The only thing that annoyed the players was one thing:

Too many fellow players—everyone was competing for the same hunting resources.

When later-arriving players discovered the city was packed with fellow players, they promptly summoned their vehicles and left.

The feature of a minor world dungeon is that the explorable areas are vast; there’s absolutely no need to obsess over a single location.

Venturing outside to explore and find a new city to claim all its resources alone is the most satisfying playstyle.

Not long after, various load carriers tore through the sky, carrying players away.

At this moment, players without load carriers could only stare helplessly or choose to run to escape.

The new dungeon even attracted a large number of novice players from the Senluo Forest Realm region.

In the Monster World, they were the lowest-tier novices, but in the minor world, they could easily crush the natives.

Including players who had embedded and extracted their Ming Hun.

The attribute boosts from Ming Hun enhancement were sufficient to turn them into invincible superhumans here, one punch destroying a single Shengxi warrior.

Under the players’ violent suppression, all Shengxi warriors within the city were slaughtered to the last.

But the destruction was not yet over.

Just moments ago, a Guai Shou Liu player violently smashed the ground, punching through it.

As a result, they accidentally discovered a resource storage chamber and gained substantial resource rewards.

Players who gained these benefits posted boastful screenshots in the regional chat channel, leaving other players intensely envious.

This was also why players continued to destroy the city.

An entire city was completely destroyed by players within just two hours.

Not a single intact building remained within the city.

Even the surface had been smashed through by Guai Shou Liu players, who wanted to see if any hidden resource bonuses lay beneath.

After all, the official had posted that the minor world contained many hidden bonuses.

So as long as there was the slightest possibility, players would not let it slip away.

Digging thirty feet deep was the proper attitude toward hidden bonuses.

…

68 kilometers north of Shengxi City.

Langxi City.

The lord of Langxi City, who had just completed the memory capsule transplant surgery, wore a grave expression; his newly refreshed body bent forward, then rose, lowering his gaze to the warrior kneeling before him.

“You mean Shengxi City has been invaded by an unknown force and has fallen?”

“My lord, the information came from the Shengxi Network—there is absolutely no error. The invasion crisis has now spread to multiple cities.”

Upon hearing the four words “Shengxi Network,” information recorded in the memory capsule surged forth.

The Shengxi Network mentioned by the subordinate was a biological network system of the Shengxi World, constructed based on the working principles of biological neurons.

Each neuron was an independent biological unit capable of receiving and transmitting information.

These neurons communicated via bioelectric signals, forming a vast network covering the entire Shengxi World.

Realizing the severity of the issue, the lord of Langxi City disregarded calibrating his new body and immediately rose to say:

“Activate the city’s defense system. Put the entire city on war readiness. I’m going to contact the Superbeast Legion.”

After the order was issued, Langxi City’s defense system activated swiftly.

The entire city awoke like a slumbering giant beast, emitting a deep, rumbling roar.

From the summit of the biological tower at the city’s center, a blood-red beam shot skyward, then expanded outward at a certain height.

The rapidly generated energy shield resembled a semi-transparent membrane, enveloping the entire Langxi City, its surface covered with fine vein-like patterns that channeled energy to every corner of the defense barrier.

Hundreds of biological defense towers within the city also activated.

These structures twisted and grew in midair, their surfaces sprouting spikes, as if living beasts had risen to stand within the city.

Soldiers who received the alert quickly entered war Cultivation Mode, donning biological armor, equipping claw-blades, and fastening breathing masks.

All city soldiers exited their buildings, gazing upward at the clear sky.

Sunlight fell upon Langxi City’s biological energy shield, casting a soft glow.

Yet this tranquility carried a heavy, oppressive weight.

Time trickled away; tension spread through the city, an invisible pressure like a mountain pressing upon their spines, leaving the soldiers in extreme anxiety.

At that moment, a floating skateboard dragging colorful light streaked across the city’s sky.

But after flying only a short distance, the skateboard reversed and hovered above the city.

Then a figure descended from the sky.

Finally landing atop the city’s rampart.

The figure standing on the rampart slowly raised both hands, and instantly, a domain field erupted outward from him.

Violent ink flames, thunder, dissolution, and ice mist breath interwove in the air, forming a colossal energy vortex.

Within the vortex’s center, the figure enveloped by the four elemental energies brought an almost suffocating pressure upon the city’s soldiers.

The rampant elemental energies collided against the city’s defense shield, crackling loudly.

CRACK!

Cracks appeared on the surface of the energy shield; the fine vein-like patterns shattered rapidly under the violent elemental assault.

The soldiers within the city looked up at the sky, sweat beading beneath their breathing masks.

“This… what kind of monster is this?” whispered a Shengxi warrior, gazing upward, his voice laced with unmistakable terror.

The city’s defense system had been destroyed by a single combat unit from the invading force.

This was a defense system forged by the combined strength of the entire city.

Hearing his whisper, the soldiers beside him instinctively clenched their fists, their eyes locked on the sky, their breathing growing heavier.

The energy vortex continued to expand; ink flames, thunder, dissolution, and ice mist breath roared like four ferocious beasts, savagely tearing at Langxi City’s defensive ramparts.

Each impact was accompanied by deafening roars and the shattering of the defense shield.

Each explosion felt like a stomp on the soldiers’ hearts, filling them with utter despair.

They knew that against such a being, any resistance was futile.

Profound helplessness and despair flooded their hearts like a Black Tide.

The sky remained clear, yet darker than any night had ever been, filling them with terror.

BOOM!

Finally, the energy shield shattered with a deafening crash.

Like a punctured bubble, it disintegrated into countless fragments raining down from the sky.

Every soldier’s heart sank to the bottom.

The figure enveloped by the four elements, now unobstructed, descended straight from the sky amid the falling debris.

The violent elemental domain crashed to the ground as if the heavens had collapsed and the earth trembled.

BOOM!

Four elemental torrents of ink flames, thunder, dissolution, and ice mist breath erupted instantly.

Like four ancient, monstrous beasts freed from chains, they swept across the engulfed area with unstoppable force.

The ink flames were like hellfire, reducing everything they touched to ash; even the air ignited, emitting piercing explosions.

Thunder transformed into countless electric serpents, wildly writhing through the sky, tearing apart the heavens and shattering the earth; each bolt of lightning carried the power to obliterate all, reducing entire buildings to shards.

The invisible acid released by dissolution corroded and dissolved every substance it contacted; no material within the city could resist this corrosion.

The ice mist breath froze the floating debris midair; at a glance, it seemed time itself had halted.

The four elements intertwined, forming a banquet of elemental torrents, following the figure like a celestial disaster.

Like the arrival of doomsday, it gradually devoured the entire city.

Langxi City’s streets cracked under the elemental torrents; buildings collapsed beneath the elemental rampage; the entire city groaned under the power unleashed by this figure of calamity.

The Shengxi warriors lacked even the courage to approach the elemental domain.

Yet the figure showed no intention of sparing them.

When the soldiers within the city attempted to flee toward the city gate, the demonic figure before their eyes summoned a dazzling skateboard and soared back into the sky.

In midair, he raised both hands high; a black fireball formed above his head, expanding at a visibly rapid rate, its surface writhing with black lightning arcs.

In an instant, it became a black sun, radiating surging energy fluctuations.

A melodramatic voice echoed across the city’s sky:

“How many floors can you carry a sack of rice up?”

With that, the violent black fireball grew larger, under the despairing gaze of the Shengxi warriors.

Only the howling wind and the pounding of their own hearts remained; terror spread wildly in their hearts.

(End of Chapter)