57: Su Chen... in pain...

Chen Wei was struck so hard she slammed into the handrail, half of her face instantly swelling up.

"Is your head full of mush?"

Lin Mengyao looked down at her from above, her voice as cold as ice shards.

"Turn around? There's a mudslide behind us and bottomless abysses on both sides. Are you planning to drive this bus straight to the Underworld to report for duty?"

"But that girl said..."

Chen Wei clutched her face, her eyes filled with both resentment and terror.

"You believe whatever that thing of unknown origin says? If Su Chen wanted you dead, you'd be dead already."

Lin Mengyao's gaze was as sharp as a blade as she swept it over the few girls who were trying to stir up trouble.

"If anyone dares to cause internal strife at a critical moment like this, I'll be the one to kick them off the bus before Su Chen even has to lift a finger."

The aura she had cultivated as a chaebol heiress was on full display at this moment, instantly suppressing the restless crowd.

Just then.

"Sizzle—Snap!"

A tooth-aching metallic crack suddenly came from above the roof, followed by the protective coating, already riddled with holes, finally giving way under the strain.

A drop of shiny black rain dripped down precisely through a gap in the sunroof's seal.

It didn't hit the floor; instead, it landed on the shoulder of Wu Qian, who was standing under the sunroof maintaining order.

"Aaaah—!!!"

A shrill, agonizing scream nearly pierced everyone's eardrums.

The moment that raindrop touched her skin, it was like a red-hot iron being thrust into butter.

Wu Qian's firm muscles, which she took great pride in, instantly collapsed and liquefied, emitting a plume of blue smoke with a sulfurous stench.

In just two short seconds, a black hole deep enough to see the bone appeared on her left shoulder.

One could even clearly see the stark white shoulder blade rapidly turning black.

"Wu Qian!"

Qin Ya rushed forward with a cry of alarm, but with the first-aid kit in her hand, she had no idea where to even begin applying pressure.

"Don't touch the wound! That's 'Death Fiend Poison', it's contagious!"

The bus door slammed open, and Su Chen, carrying a chill with him, strode inside.

The waterproof tarp draped over him was corroded and tattered, and his face bore several bloody scratches from flying debris.

He took one look at Wu Qian's injury, and his brow instantly furrowed into deep lines.

The sound of dripping from the roof became more frequent, like a countdown to death.

"The roof isn't going to hold much longer."

Su Chen didn't waste a single word, not even glancing at the culprit Luo Li, as his cold, hard gaze swept across the room.

"Everyone, get on the roof with me immediately."

There was a deathly silence in the bus, followed by an explosion of incredulous exclamations.

"On the roof? This rain can dissolve even iron. Are we going up there just to die?!"

"I'm not going! I'd rather die inside the bus!"

Fear spread like a plague.

Wu Qian's horrific injury was right before their eyes; asking them to voluntarily step into that black rain was practically telling them to jump into a vat of sulfuric acid.

"I'm not negotiating with you."

Su Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable violence.

Through his earlier probing outside, he had already figured out the essence of this "black rain."

It was a physical manifestation of pure Yin Fiend Death Qi.

To combat this level of conceptual corrosion, relying on this beat-up bus that was only a Basic Fortress to hold out was nothing more than a pipe dream.

Only Extreme Yang.

That is, his body, combined with the Sacred Yang Field generated by these women acting as "fuel," could use offense as defense to burn through this sky full of deathly qi!

"Ten minutes? No, this crappy ceiling won't last three."

Su Chen glanced at the expanding rust spots above his head.

Explain?

That was a placebo for the weak in times of peace.

In the apocalypse, there are only two options: obedience or death.

He strode over to Wu Qian, who was covered in a cold sweat from the pain and on the verge of fainting.

He grabbed her intact right arm and lifted her with one hand as if he were carrying a sack of rice.

"Su Chen... it hurts..."

Wu Qian was no longer lucid and instinctively tried to curl her body.

"Endure it."

Su Chen gave a cold shout, and the majestic heat current within him, which had just been promoted to the Second Stage, instantly erupted.

He didn't even use the door. Instead, with his knees slightly bent, he launched himself like a cannonball, smashing right through the already fragile sunroof glass!

Crash—!

Shards of glass rained down.

Supporting the heavily injured Wu Qian with one hand, Su Chen leaped into the pitch-black rain like a barbarian god.

"Ah! Su Chen is crazy!"

The girls inside the bus screamed and covered their eyes, not daring to witness the gruesome sight of the two being dissolved into bloody water.

However, the expected sound of corrosion did not occur.

"Sizzle, sizzle—Boom!"

The moment Su Chen stepped onto the roof, a circle of blindingly bright golden-red flames suddenly exploded from the surface of his skin!

It was the phenomenon of the Extreme Yang Sacred Body operating at full power.

Within a five-meter radius, the black raindrops that were originally filled with poison and strong acid instantly vaporized into countless wisps of white steam upon touching this golden light, like snow hitting boiling oil!

The steam rose, enveloping Su Chen and Wu Qian.

Under the radiance of the golden light, the black corrosion on Wu Qian's shoulder, which had been continuously spreading, was actually forced to a halt.

The mangled flesh began to squirm and scab over at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Su Chen stood amidst the violent storm, the iron roof beneath his feet groaning under the pressure.

He held the woman in his arms with one hand, like a stabilizing pillar of the ocean.

He had actually managed to carve out an absolute forbidden zone amidst this sky full of deathly black rain.

Inside the bus.

Through the shattered sunroof, all the girls gazed up at the scene in a daze.

That back bathed in golden light truly seemed like a god descending to earth at this moment.

In the corner, Luo Li, who had been huddled in the shadows, slowly raised her head.

Looking at the golden flames, her originally innocent pupils suddenly contracted to the size of needlepoints.

Her right hand, hidden under the cuff of her white dress, suddenly spasmed.

Her five neatly trimmed fingernails silently grew three inches, gleaming with a heart-palpitating black luster.

"Sacred Yang Body..."

She licked her dry lips, her voice so soft she could barely hear it herself.

"Yang Energy of this purity... if I eat it, will it burn my stomach?"