Chapter 63 - 52. Indeed, I was too arrogant.

"What?" Master Chen turned his head to look. Before his eyes, a strange vortex had appeared at some point within the thick grey-clouded sky, visibly expanding rapidly as it sucked in the surrounding mist and vapor. In an instant, gale-force winds howled between heaven and earth, the exterior walls of tall buildings trembled, and the trees along the streets near the eye of the storm vibrated as if they were about to be uprooted. "Director! Something seems off..." The orderly retreating members of the Holy Department suddenly stopped in their tracks. Li Sheng merely turned his head for a look and immediately halted everyone. The downpour continued, and the crowd turned back to gaze upward. The old man’s weathered face tensed slightly as he spoke with a hint of doubt. In the distant sky, twenty Sky Evil looked like primordial giants perched atop countless skyscrapers, but the vortex in the center appeared to be an even more terrifying entity. The Sky Evil that had initially tried to cluster and compress together started to emit sharp, mournful screams, attempting to flee, but to no avail. The vortex was like a gluttonous mouth capable of swallowing the sky, brutally piercing the Sky Evil with numerous chains. Then, the Sky Evil deflated like leaky balloons, rapidly shrinking in size. "This city is now ours, the Divine Evil Association claims it." Lord Nine had barely finished speaking and was preparing to fly downwards when he saw a scene that perplexed him. Instead of exploding and dispersing as he had expected, the twenty Sky Evil shriveled up in the blink of an eye into twenty thumb-sized transparent white spheres, floating heavily in the air. These were the Sky Evil in their initial form. "What the—" Before the members of the Divine Evil Association could recover, countless wisps and strands of grey mist flowed like countless streams converging, madly rushing into the distant vortex. As the vortex gradually shrank, only then could everyone make out the figure behind it, a mysterious person wearing a Black Spade mask. The mysterious figure hovered in midair, his black robe fluttering. At that moment, he held his left hand behind his back and vertically in front of his chest with his right, as the misty flow of Evil Power rapidly surged into his palm. The Evil Power that had pervaded the world was quietly swallowed up in large part, and the apocalyptic scene of thunder and lightning also disappeared without a trace. Lan Hu stared dumbfounded at this scene, his mouth agape, and he twitched the corner of his mouth, "I—holy fuck!" "What the hell—?!" His nearly two-meter tall frame seemed to shrink with surprise, causing his usually deep voice to become thin and high-pitched. Lord Nine’s amused smile slowly faded, his complexion growing increasingly dark. This abrupt turn of events made his grand declaration seem clownish. How could the situation have changed so drastically in a mere moment? Without the Evil Power Cloud Sea clearing their path, they had no chance of contending with the Holy Department. "Black Spade mask..." Lord Nine suddenly turned his head to look at the clown, "Is he the Black Spade person you were talking about?" The clown came back to his senses from his astonishment. Hearing Lord Nine asking him, he paused for a moment, the corners of his masked mouth curving slightly as he spoke quietly, "Yes." Lord Nine looked displeased. It really was the Venerable?! Only someone of Venerable status could deal with such terrifying Evil Power directly! There was no need to show any more strength. "Damn it—their plan has completely collapsed now." Lan Hu hadn’t expected the clown’s judgment to be correct. Always at odds with the clown, he now had a somewhat ugly expression. "Lord Nine, what do we do now?" "Should we retreat?" "The Holy Department lot are like mad dogs; they’re sure to seize this opportunity to attack." The clown quietly watched the surrounding people show their surprise and annoyance, sneering disdainfully to himself, "Heh~ A bunch of clowns. I told you not to doubt me." Xia Feng continued to absorb. He half-closed his eyes, focusing his attention on his palm, where the Evil Spirit Liquid flowed swiftly into the Evil Demon Heart, guided by the Spiritual Pressure. And the minute fragments of Infinite Stone wrapped within the Evil Spirit Liquid were filtered out by his palm, rolling continuously into his sleeve pocket through the cuff. Ting, ting, ting, ting— The sound of metal tapping resonated clearly. 1 gram, 10 grams, 20 grams, 30 grams... 60 grams. The Infinite Stone seemed to be distributed very evenly, incrementing by 10 grams each time. 90 grams, 100 grams, 110 grams... 190 grams! 290 grams! 390 grams! At this point, the speed finally slowed down a bit, and he lifted his eyes, preparing to rest. But just as he was about to close his eyes again, his expression suddenly froze. In the high sky not far away, in front of a golden door, about a dozen blood-robed figures were suspended, each with a strange ∃ mark on their foreheads. Xia Feng caught sight of the member wearing the clown mask from the Divine Evil Association. "These people are... the Divine Evil Association?" Xia Feng’s expression changed slightly, and he cursed inwardly. Have I wandered into the wolf’s den? I’m dead meat now! In an instant, myriad thoughts flashed through his mind, but when he saw the wary expressions on the faces of the cult members in the distance, he hesitated, and a spiritual light dawned on him. Xia Feng gave the clown a thoughtful glance. "Could it be they think I’m a Venerable?" "Since that’s the case..." Seeing this, Xia Feng’s heart settled, and he continued to close his eyes and scour for Infinite Stone. As the Evil Power Liquid was drawn from the Evil Power Cloud Sea, large patches of crimson Blood Beast impurities floated in the air. Unexpectedly, the Blood Beast impurities didn’t fall to the ground but began to gather and condense. In the fading blood light, Blood Beast impurities within every five hundred meters condensed into a two-meter-tall crimson giant egg, plummeting straight toward the ground. This egg was known as the Evil Egg, which, as the name suggested, could potentially give birth to the Evil Beast if nurtured properly. This was also the most primitive way of birth for the Evil Clan. Across tens of kilometers of a vast area, nearly a hundred Evil Eggs fell from the sky, some shattering to pieces, others landing fortunately. But the members of the Holy Department no longer had time to pay attention to these. Prince’s pupils dilated slightly as he stared intently at the mysterious person in the distance who was standing with his palm vertical and his eyes closed. He asked, astonished and hesitant, "Is this... a Venerable?" "Judging by these methods, it’s very likely." S~eaʀᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Xuanwu also came back to his senses, his momentarily sluggish expression fading away, revealing a smile on his usually cold and aged face. His eyes were bright and spirited, "Interesting. It looks like heaven does not forsake us in Junlin City." The situation had completely exceeded his expectations. As the Evil Power Cloud Sea dissipated, the torrential rain that covered Junlin City also gradually receded. The gloomy expressions of the members of the Holy Department receded too as they looked at each other and collectively breathed a sigh of relief. They had thought this city was doomed, but out of nowhere, a mysterious Venerable appeared and managed to turn the tide with remarkable means! This was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. "Prince, let’s go. We shall meet this mysterious Venerable." Following Xuanwu’s words, everyone vanished from their spots. * Mu Qingtong stood in front of Ping Shan Hospital, craning her neck to stare at the sky, her eyes wide with question marks. The individual in the sky wearing a Black Spade mask was unmistakably Xia Feng. "This guy... is a Venerable?" "No—" Mu Qingtong knitted her brows tightly, and all of Xia Feng’s details flashed through her mind. She quickly found a memory—Xia Feng helping the girl in a white dress treat the Evil Disease. "This is his ability," Mu Qingtong thought to herself, or perhaps one of his trump cards. The corners of Mu Qingtong’s lips curved up subconsciously, "Interesting, so you can achieve this level." Thinking this, she lowered her gaze to the Purple Crystal in her hand, which kept changing shape. Her lips pursed slightly, her expression somewhat helpless and shaking her head, she murmured lowly, "To think that I was still planning on saving you. As usual, I was too full of myself."