Chapter 927: I Am the Moon Lord Wraith (2/2, Requesting Moon Tickets)

Swallowing the last dose of medicine, Wu Feifei ignored the backlash of the poison-dan and threw caution to the wind, sprinting forward with all her strength.

The horses had all collapsed and died the moment the Severe Rain fell; now, the only thing she could rely on was herself!

Wu Feifei's tiny figure marched alone across the blood-soaked earth, racing at full speed.

Her death-row squad members had either died along the way or fled in another direction—only she still ran this path, trying to escape the range of Night Rain.

She felt she was almost out.

Because the rain now falling was no longer pale red, but ordinary rain.

Yet the downpour remained heavy, at the level of Medium Rain.

"Faster, faster!"

The poison-dan's backlash left her throat parched, her head burning, her Internal Breath chaotic.

But she still held on, because she was Lan Shan's Captain, the manager of the death-row squad—she could not fall here!

"For the glory of my family! For survival!!"

Her consciousness began to blur, the scenery before her overlapping— the poison-dan's backlash was far swifter and fiercer than she'd expected.

Her limbs went numb; she moved and ran now purely on instinct.

Fortunately, the Night Rain above had lessened from Medium Rain to Light Rain, and was still gradually fading.

As the Night Rain weakened, she could endure longer—though weakened further by the poison-dan's effects.

But the poison-dan wouldn't kill her in an instant.

The strange thing above her head, and that monstrous thing—it could still take her life!

Though her body was utterly exhausted, Wu Feifei still kept glancing back repeatedly as she fled, hoping to see if Fang Yue was chasing her.

And to her slight relief, she saw no sign of Fang Yue.

It seemed the strategy of splitting up and fleeing had succeeded—others had drawn Fang Yue's attention, buying her time to escape.

This chaotic, scattered flight was essentially a gamble on who had the tougher fate and better luck— who could avoid being targeted by the enemy and survive to return to 【Lan Shan】.

As for the death-row prisoners using this chance to flee 【Lan Shan】's control—that was impossible.

Though the Emperor had once permitted 【Lan Shan】 to reopen the death-row squad, its restraints had grown far stricter; any death-row prisoner who fled without Qing Guo's official approval would not live long.

Though this escape method, unique to death-row squads, was rarely useful, on the few occasions it had worked, those who drew the fire were usually 【Zuijie Shuang Lian】 and 【Zhuitian】.

Now that 【Zuijie Shuang Lian】 and 【Zhuitian】 had both been killed by Fang Yue, Wu Feifei had assumed that even using this tactic, she'd be targeted—and would surely die.

Yet somehow, she'd barely escaped—Fang Yue hadn't fixed his gaze on her.

"This must be ancestral spirits watching over me! Saving my life!"

Wu Feifei felt a surge of relief—though she'd appeared calm before, when she saw 【Zuijie Shuang Lian】 and 【Zhuitian】 both killed, she'd been terrified.

Beings of that level, those monsters—truly beyond their capacity to fight.

Only a Rain-level expert could suppress such a thing!

So now, she must return to the Imperial Palace immediately and request reinforcements!

Just as Wu Feifei thought this, she suddenly froze—she had noticed something.

Because she realized… the rain had grown heavier.

Whoosh!

The Night Rain, which had just moments ago been Light Rain, suddenly surged violently—within seconds, it exploded into Severe Rain Level!

She stared up in stunned silence—the black clouds above had grown thick and dark, swirling like the end of the world.

Boom!

Amidst flashes of lightning and thunder, rain poured from the Black Clouds in torrents!

Amidst the torrential downpour, a figure with a single black wing descended slowly from the Black Clouds.

Whoosh!

Pale red Severe Rain lashed relentlessly against Wu Feifei's face.

Was it the rain blurring her vision—or had she reached her limit?

Looking at the figure descending from the sky, she felt dazed.

"This guy… is he really the Moon Lord Wraith? Why… why is he this strong? Why has he reached such a level?!"

Wu Feifei simply could not accept this reality.

When she received her mission, she'd expected at most a Li-level Mid Stage Wraith.

A monster like this—she'd never imagined it; it was utterly unlike the intelligence reports!

But now, she and every member of the death-row squad had faced this monster—this monster!!

Watching the single-winged figure in the sky, Wu Feifei finally lost control, screaming, roaring, shrieking.

Yet the severed heads rolling from the sky, and the man maintaining his calm expression, filled her with crushing despair.

That guy… he'd slaughtered them all—every single death-row squad member who fled, every last one!

He'd even saved her for last, dumping all the heads he'd collected right before her.

Dozens of heads, battered and unrecognizable upon impact, yet Wu Feifei still recognized them all.

Why! Why go this far? Is this even something a Wraith would do?!

Before the overwhelming pressure, before the sheer magnitude of death, though Wu Feifei was nearly shattered, her mind still raced at full speed.

In that instant, a terrifying, absurd, wildly bold idea flashed into her mind.

And though it seemed impossibly ridiculous, she couldn't ignore it.

"Could it be… you're not the Moon Lord Wraith… but… Yese Liming? Yes! That must be it! Yese Liming—you're Yese Liming, aren't you?!"

"No. I am the Moon Lord Wraith."

"What?! No, no, wait! It's not as you see…"

Hummm!!

A piercing, shrill tone, so intense it shook the air, suddenly rang out!

Amid the piercing tone, a black spike abruptly extended from the black moon behind Fang Yue and plunged downward!

In the span of a blink, the black spike pierced through the ground, precisely impaling Wu Feifei's mouth, effortlessly tearing through the back of her neck, sinking into the earth, and pinning her in place—unable to move a single inch, unable to utter a single word.

Wu Feifei's eyes widened, and darkness surged over her like a tide.

Blood rose from within her, spilling over her throat.

She stared fixedly at Fang Yue as he descended, as if countless grievances clamored to be spoken—yet she could no longer utter a single word.

For she remained in that unblinking, lifeless gaze, her consciousness sinking forever into the dark slumber of death.

She, was dead.

Whooshing.

The pale red Night Rain fell upon Wu Feifei's corpse, gradually corroding her features, revealing white bone beneath her cheeks.

Fang Yue, floating midair, slowly descended to the ground, gazing at the scattered heads and bones, letting the fierce rain wash over his body, motionless for a long while.

He felt the power within him—this new power! This surging power!

(End of Chapter)