That writhing man struggled to emerge from his hollow shell, raising his twisted hand on the ground, with a sharp cry: "I am Unrest, don't you remember? We drank together a few years ago... help me, I spoke for you..."

He was answered by an indifferent gunshot.

The blind warrior oriented himself by sound, aimed at his face, and pulled the trigger. After mercilessly finishing a clip of bullets, he took out some thermite, sprinkled it on the rapidly decaying corpse and ignited it.

The flames rose.

Kusaki remained motionless on the spot.

Staring in astonishment at everything in front of him...

"Give up, Kusaki, the Li Jian family is beyond saving."

Kusaki remained silent, saying nothing, as if his soul had been lost.

"There's no time to waste, go!"

The blind warrior angrily tugged at his hand, trying to drag him away, but in an instant, he became rigid... his angry expression frozen, gradually losing color.

A pallor spread.

Felt the crisis, felt the terrifying aura...

In the sudden explosion of noise, a cold wave gushed from the breach in the wall, instantly robbing all warmth. A massive icicle pierced in from outside the wall, slanting towards the sky, then with a flash of cold light, the icicle shattered into pieces, falling towards the ground.

Taking with it the silhouette atop it.

From the frost-laden wind came a high-pitched roar.

Like the cry of a giant elephant.

Frost Father advanced amidst the thunder, his golden saber slashing down, pressing forward step by step, relentlessly suppressing the slender figure in the blizzard, without mercy.

Because mercy was impossible.

For the blood-colored dance—the pervasive evil intent stirred up, encircling that crimson blade, slashing forward!

It was still, the exceedingly crude Tang Bamboo Type!

Is that really swordsmanship? Could that truly be called using a sword? Or was it just grabbing any stick for makeshift use?

But when the Blade of Resent lifted, a fierce flame of malice adhered to it, burning intensely.

When the blade slashed down, it emitted a shrill roar, stirring up huge waves amidst the blizzard.

The winds reversed, and the frost father's horse knife trembled suddenly, creating another gap which was soon covered by spreading frost.

But right after, the Blade of Resent cleaved down again!

No time for a breather.

Belonging to 1812, the bombardment has just begun!

The flames of the Hand of Confinement burned fiercely.

Amidst the ferocious flames, a beautiful face now appeared fearsome like an Evil Ghost!

The Casting Furnace was drawing evil intent from the air, converting that hellish breath-laden power into Source Substance, which erupted alongside the slash!

Without consideration for the possibility of erosion, without the need for the cunning of Chef Demon skills and conversion, now directed towards Xihe, the divine nature emitted a faint light, enveloping him.

Since advancing to become the Owner of the Great Mob, the budding divine nature of the Soloist had already consumed all of this insignificant contamination.

In this Demon Realm of his own making, he was the one in control!

The darkness of the Buried Sacred Place unfolded turbulently, and the devout chant approached again. The iron crow spread its iron wings, breaking through the blizzard's barrier, launching a sharp-clawed attack towards the burly Frost Father.

Like a blazing meteor, whistling to and fro.

After being equipped with Huai Shi's Source Armament, the flaming iron crow had transformed into an unequivocal Border Relic, with each swoop and glide equivalent to a strike made by Huai Shi himself.

That slender, frail figure incomprehensibly held Frost Father at bay!

The blizzard suddenly roared, the spreading cold current rapidly contracted, behind Frost Father transforming into a massive carriage, drawn forward by the frozen horses, finally dispersing the hovering swarm of crows!

Vladimir stepped back, lifted his hand, pulled out a frozen ice shard from behind him, the sharp shard rapidly extended in his hand, turning into a heavy Axe Halberd.

Holding a Horse Knife in one hand, dragging the exaggerated Axe Halberd with the other, it whipped up a new storm.

"What on earth is that..."

In the corner, the blind warrior raised his clouded eyes, vacantly feeling the changes in the air.

It was as if suddenly an unreasonable storm descended from the sky, shrouding everything. A vortex of chaotic Source Substance formed, and when the two giant storm eyes collided, it unleashed an epochal turbulence.

Yet within the mind's observation, the void 'eye of the storm' was not empty.

Even without peering into the outline of the shell, one could still sense that terrifying essence.

One wrapped in wilderness-borne frost, as if intending to freeze everything completely, the rampant Source Substance spread, forming an overwhelming storm.

The other, as if it were the very embodiment of this twisted Demon Realm!

Much like a divine incarnation descending…

The Heavenly Demon descended into its own courtyard and palace, proclaiming magic, the boiling malevolence surging, obediently driven, and consumed by her... she had become the master of the place.

The guest becomes the host!

Comparing the endless Sea of Despair of the Town of Dusk, the present self-fashioned freedom seemed mere play! The Demon Realm created by Eight Rooms had become a mere toy in her hands!

The blind warrior remained stiff in the corner.

Instinctively gripping the hilt of his sword.

Entering the site of beasts' territory struggle accidentally, one would feel fear.

But now, as two auras like violent cataclysms descended from the sky, arrogantly looming over their heads, the blind warrior only felt... an unspeakable tremor.

When facing a Category 10 storm, does fear work? Is offering friendliness effective? Can groveling avoid trampling?

It's not the display of goodwill or retreat that can avert a threat.

Nothing the onlookers do works.

He only hoped that Luck would favor him, not drag him into the mess with that idiot beside him...

Until the heavy roar slowly faded away with the storm, leaving only devastation in the courtyard, confirming that the two had gone far, the blind warrior gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out to pull at Kusaki to continue moving, but Kusaki still stood there.

From afar came the sound of light footsteps.

Beyond the open palace gate, a young Samurai walked slowly, holding a blood-stained blade, coldly and mercilessly decapitating his blood kin.

As he looked up, he saw the wrecked courtyard and the two figures standing there.

First stunned, then suddenly comprehending.

"It's Mr. Kusaki and his friend, have you already escaped? Great, it seems you are free now."

Seemingly genuinely joyful for the escape of the two, Li Jian Jiu Jing solemnly advised, "This place is no longer safe, you two are unrelated to this place, please leave quickly."

With that, the fox-like, blood-stained face smiled, politely nodded farewell, and turned to leave.

Then, heard the soft sound of a sword being drawn from behind.

It was Kusaki.

"Sorry, blind warrior, I find I cannot just walk away."

The cripple grasped his weapon, staggered forward, looked intently at Jiu Jing's face, and murmured softly, "Some grudges, need to be resolved..."