Night of Despair-Chapter 433 - 431 intercepts one

The practice of the Chaotic God Heavenly Eye Scripture wasn’t going smoothly. Yu Hong spent a considerable amount of effort trying to imitate and observe the Heaven’s Eye.

Initially, he found it bothersome and planned to sketch a likeness of the Heaven’s Eye to observe at his leisure, sparing him the need to enter a perceptive state.

But when he actually started to draw, he realized that the Heaven’s Eye simply couldn’t be captured on paper.

Fortunately, the Potion made potent by the Black Mark, which facilitated four-hour cycles of Cultivation, was quite powerful.

Using Fista’s top-notch eye-care Potion, a concoction named Moist Wood Liquid was enhanced, which, in combination with the automatic Cultivation trait of Tao Breath Circulation, highly complemented the Chaotic God Heavenly Eye Scripture.

The speed of Cultivation remained astoundingly fast.

On the second day of acquiring the Cultivation Technique, he successfully reached the Perfection state of the First Layer.

For the Second Layer, however, he had to start looking for sufficiently powerful eyes.

Click.

Inside the Presidential Office.

The door was pushed open, and figures such as Ku Chan, Zhao Jingtang, Qing Huang, Power King, and more entered one after another.

"Are we ready?" Yu Hong stood up from his seat.

"The logistics are overseen by Commander Chen Yaofeng, with Yu Hen and Yu Mo assisting," Qing Huang reported.

"What about the situation on Bai Luote’s end?" Yu Hong massaged his temples, especially the right one—where he first cultivated his right eye.

At the time, his right eye had a slightly dark red pattern floating over his pupil, and now it had turned into a bizarre monocle filled with countless overlapping tiny purple Arrays.

From afar, it looked like the eye was fitted with several colored contact lenses.

Due to the overwhelming power of the Chaotic God Heavenly Eye Scripture, even when not activated, if the Power was not yet complete and control power insufficient, it could still pose a danger to the surroundings.

Hence, Yu Hong simply asked someone for an eye patch specially made for cyclopes and covered his right eye.

"Power King is already waiting at the camp with the Black Light Army, ready to depart at any moment," Qing Huang continued.

Yu Hong stood up abruptly from his seat.

"Let’s set off then, since we’re prepared."

Swoosh.

A silver Spirit Light suddenly burst forth from everyone, enveloping them all in its brilliance.

In the next second, the light faded away.

At this point, a faint blue Sun’s phantom began to emerge on everyone.

The phantom flashed briefly and didn’t remain as permanent as it did behind Yu Hong.

But after the phantom vanished, everyone’s skin seemed to carry a subtle and ancient silver pattern.

This was another instance of shared Spirit Light, its strength constantly increasing with each Cultivator’s progress, while Yu Hong remained in the strongest state, constantly sharing his Spirit Light with others to boost them to the same level of amplitude.

In theory, this was like fleecing the Ultimate Sun, as long as Yu Hong maintained a constant connection with everyone, ensuring that the Spirit Light kept them at their peak.

At this strength, even concentrated artillery fire might not be able to penetrate the Spirit Light. The days where they would be knocked out by artillery fire were gone.

It’s also because among the tens of millions infused with Spirit Light, the majority contributed little to its enhancement, only at their death would their enhancements be collected to enhance Yu Hong’s ultimate Spirit Light.

Half an hour later, over a thousand members of the Spirit Alliance Black Light donned the latest gear and swiftly boarded troop carriers, heading towards Bai Luote’s border.

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Bai Luote border.

Deep in the snow, the surroundings were an endless white veil, hiding everything from sight.

Regus sat in silence with Phils on the snow sled, eyes fixed on the endless white snow landscape around them, without conversation for a long time.

Thus far, since driving from last night until dawn, they had passed through two other small towns, both had become ghost towns haunted by Ghost demons.

Not a person in sight.

Not a single one.

Bullet holes and various claw marks remained on the surfaces of the houses in the towns.

All these indicated past resistance, but such resistance, solely relying on firearms, was meaningless against the monsters.

Whoo.

The engine of the snow sled mixed with the wind, drilling into their ears.

This only added to their irritability.

"What the hell is Bai Luote’s government doing now!?" Phils tried to connect to the internet on his phone to check the situation, but without a network tower nearby, there was no signal on his phone.

"Bai Luote doesn’t consider the lives of the lower classes as lives; I reckon their military is now focused on protecting the major cities," said Regus, numb from seeing such scenarios too often.

"But that’s hundreds of thousands of people!! Not just a few!!" Phils gritted his teeth, punching the snow sled’s metal handrail, then cried out in pain as the handrail rebounded.

"Do you have any better ideas?"

Zzzt.

Suddenly, Regus slammed on the brakes and looked ahead.

His expression turned unsightly at that moment.

"Damn it…"

The sight ahead made him want to curse someone out, but any reaction, any action, might be futile at this point.

Just the sight was enough to weaken his body.

Mills, sitting by his side, also saw the scene ahead.

On the pristine snowfield.

A massive, oppressive black cloud was spreading and creeping toward them.

Below the black cloud, endless swarms of tiny black bugs.

As small as fingernails, crawling on the ground, flying in the air, they were everywhere like a dust storm.

And behind the swarm of insects, one could vaguely make out dense, translucent, eerie humanoid figures floating towards this side in droves. The number was endless, easily in the tens of thousands.

"Run!!" Phils suddenly shouted. He guessed he must have used his powers too many times before, and for the time being, his precognitive ability could no longer be overexerted.

That’s why the monster tide had gotten so close before he’d noticed.

Otherwise, based on previous experiences, the two of them would never have found themselves in such an impossible situation. This had also been the main reason why he had been able to keep himself safe for so many years and even become an expert in the supernatural.

"We can’t run anymore..." Rekus sighed wearily and patted the fuel gauge on the car, "We’ll be out of gas soon."

Phils was speechless for a moment, but as he watched the approaching mass of black bugs and monsters, an uncontrollable and intense fear rose within him.

"What will happen to us?"

His voice trembled.

"Maybe we’ll turn into mummies, or maybe we’ll be cut and eaten like cakes?" Rekus made a joke. In the end, he lit a cigar for himself and took a deep breath while looking at the rapidly approaching Black Disaster army.

"I, on the other hand, think we might be treated like blood bags, all drained after a straw is inserted," said Phils.

"That’s... kind of terrifying..." Rekus managed a smile.

"Isn’t it..." Mills clenched his teeth, "I can’t even use my precognition anymore... It looks like this time, we are truly out of options..."

"Precognition...?" Rekus paused, wanting to say something.

But he suddenly noticed Mills, who trembled all over, his eyes looking a bit unusual, as though he had realized something.

"Wait... it seems... my precognition isn’t broken?" Mills slowly turned his head to look behind him.

Buzz.

In the sky behind the two of them, a fleet of large transport planes, like pale giants, descended from the high altitude, heading straight towards the Black Disaster fog.

Countless white transport planes filled the entire sky as far as the eye could see.

The engines’ dull droning filled their ears.

"For the Spirit Alliance!!"

With a mighty roar,

The underside of the transport planes opened, and they dropped silvery canisters into the dense black bug swarm below.

Phils and Rekus unconsciously opened their mouths in awe, watching these massively built canisters, all over two meters tall, plummet from hundreds of meters in the air.

Boom Boom Boom Boom!

In no time, the snow-covered ground was pocked with craters of varying sizes.

The canisters, wielding battle axes, giant clubs, and long spears, ignited with silvery flames and climbed out of the craters, roaring and charging at the Black Disaster’s swarm of insects and monsters.

The silver flames on their bodies seemed to be the bane of black bugs, instantly igniting them upon contact.

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In an instant, the black fog was gradually washed away and burned thin by the silver light.

One after another, human-shaped Black Disasters let out shrill cries and attacked the canisters, trying to halt their onslaught.

But to no avail, intense Spirit Light continuously illuminated the darkness of the black fog. Their assaults merely held up for a few seconds longer in the silver flames before they were instantly torn apart, set ablaze, and vanished.

Under the gaze of Phils and Rekus, the large Black Disaster tide in front of them completely dissipated within half a minute.

"My God!! That’s incredibly fierce!" Mills watched, his body tense and lips trembling.

From despair and waiting for death to a sudden dramatic turnaround, his emotions were now in an abnormal state of excitement.

"That’s not it! It’s not over yet!" Rekus suddenly said.

Mills looked ahead.

The black fog had dispersed, but further afield on the snowy ground, another source of black fog was now visible.

It was an immense black hole with a diameter of at least a hundred meters.

From within the hole, dark water surged up, slowly lifting three figures.

One was a bare-chested middle-aged man with blonde hair cascading down his back, the face strikingly that of the local research director of the Blood Energy Group, Wade.

Another was an old friend recognized by both, the gaunt-skinned black-haired woman from the Huailin Mental Hospital, known as Blood Mother.

And the third... was a person in heavy, lavish black armor.

It floated behind the other two, entirely shrouded in black luxurious scale armor, with metallic black wings extending from the elbows, gently flapping. There seemed to be a crown atop its head, with faint red glimmers slowly rising like smoke.

Seeing the first two figures, Phils and Rekus felt nothing but a slight panic in their hearts.

But upon seeing the third figure, their hearts inexplicably clenched, as if seized by a giant hand, leaving them frozen in place.

Unable to beat, unable to breathe, their vision darkening and their bodies rapidly weakening...

Not just them, the surrounding silver canisters poised to approach were also suppressed by an invisible force, unable to advance any further.

"What is that!!?" Mills gritted his teeth... his eyes wide open, as if trying to discern the source of the oppressive force.

"It’s pain."

"It’s destruction."

A deep male voice answered him from behind.

Whoosh!

A figure in a pure white Daoist robe passed by the right side of Mills and Phils, heading straight for the three Black Disaster shadows.

The back of the Daoist robe bore a silver Yin Yang Diagram which fluttered slightly with the movement, and that peculiar silver, like a large umbrella, shielded them from the tremendous pressure coming from ahead in the blink of an eye after passing by them.