42: You have dealt with all the alien races, what else can we do?

"Brother Lu, you've broken through?"

Lu Ming not only came out alive, but his strength had increased by a large margin.

Chen Ziliang was a little incredulous.

Lu Ming nodded faintly: "Yes, I was lucky enough to break through."

"Then... that Mirror Demon..."

"Slain!"

Lu Ming's tone was calm, but it dropped a nuclear bomb in the hearts of everyone in the Jiangcheng Night Watch Division.

Slain?

Even the Mirror Demon, which the higher-ranked Nether race feared immensely, was actually slain by Lu Ming!

Holy cow!

My mom is going to be shocked for ten thousand years!

Director Zhao, what kind of monster did you unearth!

"Hey, time to snap out of it!"

Lu Ming felt a bit unnerved by their stares.

Their pupils were dilated, breathing rapid, and bodies trembling.

It was exactly like when he accidentally clicked on a certain pink website in his previous life.

Teased by Lu Ming, Chen Ziliang and the others seemed to have been reset, all shaking themselves awake.

Although Mo Da's three sworn brothers had died.

Their leader, Mo Ya, was still on the pagoda.

There was such a big commotion here; if they didn't escape now, it would be too late.

"Brother Lu, let's run!" Chen Ziliang urged in a low voice.

Of course, he didn't want to die if he could live; this was human nature.

But he seemed to have forgotten that the word "run" didn't exist in Lu Ming's dictionary.

"Run?"

"Before, when I was at the second realm, my vision was narrow, seeing them like a frog in a well looking up at the moon."

"Now that I've fortunately entered the third realm, I realize that seeing them is actually all a pile of rubbish!"

Lu Ming looked up at the Nine-Story Pagoda, his eyes becoming very dangerous.

Chen Ziliang's mouth twitched, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

"Brother Lu, we're all on the same side, there's no need, no need. We know you're strong, but if there's life, there's hope..."

He wanted to persuade him a bit more, but Lu Ming interrupted: "Hope for what, if these beasts live one second longer, I'll be uncomfortable all over!"

What era was this, still doing that 'if you can't win, just endure for a while' routine?

Then what was I leveling up a realm a day for?

These scoundrels don't even spare unborn babies.

Cults and foreign races all deserve to die!

Chen Ziliang gritted his teeth and followed: "Damn it, Brother Lu, I'll go with you!"

"You kid, you want to come and loot? No need!"

Lu Ming and Chen Ziliang disappeared into the pagoda, while the other Night Watchers looked at each other.

Does the ship of the new era truly have no room for us?

These young people nowadays are really fierce.

It's either explode or fight!

Next time, I'll never dare to mention 'back in my day' in front of them again... "Team Wei, what do we do?"

Wei Changfeng looked at Lu Ming's disappearing back, licked his dry lips, picked up his saber, and followed.

"What to do? We all just crawled out of hell, what's there to be afraid of! Just follow Patrolman Lu and fight!"

"Fight!"

"These scoundrels really treat Great Xia as their own living room, coming and going as they please?"

"Kill these scoundrels!"

The slightly more rational Night Watchers actually knew that the most correct course of action now was to withdraw from the ruins, wait for Director Zhao's reinforcements, and then settle accounts with these scoundrels.

But—

Patrolman Lu was too right.

If these beasts live one second longer, I'll be uncomfortable all over!

Fight!

However, when they climbed to the ninth floor with a determination to die, the anticipated bitter battle did not occur.

Inside the Buddhist hall, it had completely become a purgatory for the Nether race.

The Thunderclap Killing Burst was unleashed to control the field.

The physical strength of a third realm peak easily broke through the Nether race's proud defenses.

He was like a fierce tiger charging into a flock of sheep, his eyes filled with composure and ruthlessness.

The long saber seemed to come alive, its blade wrapped in blood-red lightning.

With every swing of the saber, a Nether race member fell.

Indeed, killing beasts can accumulate merit.

Lu Ming's ears were still occasionally receiving Execution notifications.

[Execution successful, Experience +1]

[Execution successful, Experience +1]

[Execution successful, Level Up, current trigger probability is 2% (0/100)!]

... In a few breaths, a dozen Nether race minions were cleared out.

The room was filled with severed limbs and broken arms, but Mo Ya's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Lu Ming flicked the blood beads from his saber, his sharp gaze sweeping over the wailing Nether race minions lying in pools of blood.

That guy had lost an arm, and greenish-blue blood gushed out, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Lu Ming.

"Where is Mo Ya?" Lu Ming stepped on his chest, his voice as cold as ice.

"I don't know."

Lu Ming frowned, and blood-red lightning instantly erupted on the blade.

The Nether race minion's body instinctively trembled, and he pointed at the mural on the wall: "Inside!"

"Alright, you lead me to them."

Lu Ming put away his straight saber, gripped his remaining leg, and dragged his body, slowly walking towards the mural.

The Nether race minion's body made a grating sound as it was dragged across the ground, and the black blood from his wound drew winding trails on the wooden floor.

His sole remaining arm frantically slapped the ground, his claws digging deep scratches into the brick seams.

"No! Let me go! I can't go!" He let out a sharp shriek, his voice filled with the despair of impending death, "Lord Mo Ya said, trespassers die! I've already confessed, please spare me!"

"Spare me! I'll never dare again, I promise I won't step into Great Xia again after I go back!"

"Ahhh! I'm willing to cooperate, aren't you from the Night Watch Division? I can be your undercover agent!"

Lu Ming was unmoved, dragging the crippled body closer to the mural.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he stopped and turned back to ask: "What are you guys doing?"

Don't know?

What did I come here for?

Didn't we agree to fight the Nether race together?

You finished them all by yourself, what else can we do?

Wei Changfeng and the other Night Watchers' expressions were slightly stiff.

They nonchalantly put away their weapons, pretending to look around... Meanwhile, inside the mural.

Completely different from the endless yellow sand outside.

Here was a vast expanse of lightning marsh.

On the ink-black thunderclouds, thick purple lightning rolled, twisted, and continuously struck down into the lightning marsh below.

Dense lightning elemental energy permeated the air, almost materializing, making breathing feel stinging.

"Mr. Shi truly has excellent methods."

Mo Ya glanced at the golden paper umbrella in Shi Hu's hand, clicking his tongue in wonder.

This seemingly dilapidated paper umbrella had charred cracks all over its ribs, and its surface had seven or eight holes.

But whenever purple lightning struck, a faint golden halo would rise from the umbrella's surface, easily blocking the violent lightning outside.

"It's merely a defective product." Shi Hu weighed the paper umbrella in his hand, walking leisurely into the depths of the lightning marsh.

Only when he saw a golden lotus platform did his usually unperturbed face show a hint of emotion.

"Finally found it!"

He paused and looked at Mo Ya, who was also eager to move.

"I only want that Azure Water Pearl, that drop of Thunder Beast's essence blood is yours, but don't forget our agreement."

"After you enter the fourth realm, help me turn Jiangcheng upside down, the messier, the better!"