Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 382 - 381 I’ll give you back a sword

A flying vehicle tore through the sky and descended into West Mountain City.

When the vehicle opened, monks from Central City disembarked. Looking towards West Mountain City, their faces showed a mix of solemnity and excitement.

Wang Shouxuan advanced to meet them and said, "Everyone, welcome home."

Leading them, Lan Chengzong approached Wang Shouxuan and opened his arms to embrace him.

Wang Shouxuan patted his back vigorously, excitedly asking, "Why did you come back?"

Lan Chengzong replied, "How could I hide away when West Mountain City is facing life and death? Don't worry, I've handed over all my duties in Central City to Little Song; he's doing very well."

Wang Shouxuan sighed, "Is there still no news from the Heavenly Court?"

Lan Chengzong shook his head, saying, "Who knows what those immortals are thinking? Clearly, the best strategy is to fight the Heavenly Demon together with us. Alas, we have to rely on ourselves."

Lan Chengzong continued, "This batch is the last group of monks from Central City to support West Mountain City. With the monks who arrived earlier, that totals three thousand. No one else will likely come; don't blame them, they all have their difficulties. Besides, their staying in Central City provides us a backup plan."

Wang Shouxuan smiled, "Of course, I wouldn't blame them."

Inside West Mountain City, although more monks were arriving, the pressure within the city did not lessen.

Just ten kilometers away, where the Heavenly Demons gathered, their numbers also continued to grow.

Almost every day, new troops of Heavenly Demons assembled outside the city. Alongside the daily bombings and spreading rumors, they constantly increased the pressure within the city.

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In the underground space of West Mountain City, a group of ordinary civilians walked through.

A leader among them said, "This time the Heavenly Demon isn't just fooling around. With so many demons and no divine assistance, we can't just rely on those cultivators."

A young man added, "Uncle Shui, Uncle Long Gen said that those cultivators have already sided with the Heavenly Demon. When the time comes, they will hand us all over to the demon, and they will still enjoy their lives in West Mountain City."

Uncle Shui's face turned grim, "That Long Gen and his cowardly group are useless; it's one thing to not help, but they are only dragging us down. Don't believe their words. How many people from Jijian Pavilion die each year? People from other cities might not know, but how could we in West Mountain City not know?"

"The people of Jijian Pavilion surrender to the Heavenly Demon? I don't believe it."

The young man posed a question, "Then how can we help them? We don't know any magical techniques or martial skills."

Uncle Shui replied, "Pray."

Suddenly, as the area brightened, Uncle Shui led them into a small underground space. More than ten men and women were kneeling on the floor, praying fervently before a small human figure seated on an elevated platform.

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The young man exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle Shui, what is this?" He looked at the kneeling men and women, realizing they were all neighbors.

With sincere devotion, Uncle Shui said, "Haven't you often wondered what we've been secretly up to? It's coming here to pray."

Uncle Shui pulled the young man down to kneel beside him. At first, the young man found it strange, filled with nervousness and unease, and thought about leaving.

But as the surrounding prayers echoed, his spirit gradually calmed. After a moment, he naturally blended into the prayer, his face showing sincere devotion.

Uncle Shui looked up at the statue's head, where a sparrow was perched, "Honored Awakened One, is it alright to bring someone in like this?"

Sparrow said, "It doesn't matter, West Mountain City has reached a critical moment of life and death. Exposing our network is trivial compared to the safety of the entire city."

At this moment, countless large and small prayer rooms in West Mountain City were filled with civilians.

Along with their prayers, an invisible force seemed to turn into a large net, covering the ground of the entire West Mountain City.

This was a network of wish power established through the cooperation of Jijian Pavilion and Leiyin Temple, powered by years of accumulated wish power. It could activate the Great Compassion Mandala Array that covered the whole West Mountain City and worked in conjunction with Jijian Pavilion's Sword Array to form a double defense.

Wu Fa, a monk from Leiyin Temple, sensing the situation of the Array, turned to Qing Yangzi in surprise and said, "It really is the Great Compassion Mandala Array. How does the Sky Flipping Sect know this Array of our Leiyin Temple?"

Qing Yangzi shook his head, "Now is not the time to pursue these matters. As long as it helps, it doesn't matter if it is the Sky Flipping Sect." He thought to himself, 'The Sky Flipping Sect being able to create such a large-scale Array under the watchful eyes of Jijian Pavilion, either they have mastered some unknown power, or the Sky Flipping Sect has already mixed with Jijian Pavilion.'

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In the Heavenly Demon Forbidden Area, Qian Wangsun, Lin Muqing, Snow Leopard, Qing Cao, Qin Tian, Song Zhen, Liu Ruonan, and others were confined in a glass house.

Their faces looked somewhat unwell, all displaying expressions of tension.

They worried about their own safety as well as the safety of West Mountain City.

Song Zhen's mind was continually haunted by visions of Daniel Wu and the mosaic Zhou Bai; each time he thought of the mosaic body beneath that human skin, he felt nauseous.

On the other hand, Qian Wangsun was thinking about Zhou Bai's situation, wondering, 'How is he doing?'

Suddenly, Qian Wangsun held his head, and Lin Muqing asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

Qing Cao also came over to check on Qian Wangsun, "Your blood pressure is a bit high, and your heart is beating too fast. It might be due to the severe pollution of spiritual machines here. You need another rune vaccine injection..."

Qian Wangsun waved his hand, "I'm fine." Suddenly, he looked up toward the door, thinking to himself, 'They're here.'

Six seconds later, Zhou Bai and Xuan Nu walked in, immediately causing a stir among everyone.

Seeing the angry looks of several people, Zhou Bai said, "I am here to let you out. In consideration of our past relations, I am letting you off this time. The next time we meet, we will be enemies."

The group listened to Zhou Bai's words with surprise and anger; Song Zhen stood up agitatedly, "You bastard! You deceitful traitor! Do you have no conscience towards your classmates, your teachers, your friends?!"

Zhou Bai frowned slightly, but Xuan Nu scoffed, "Zhou Bai is a mutant kind. It's normal for him to want to kill all of you. How does that make him deceitful? When have you humans ever acknowledged us as humans?"

Song Zhen glared angrily at Xuan Nu.

Xuan Nu's serpentine tail swayed lightly, and her cold gaze swept over Song Zhen's body, "If you understand, then shut up and get out of my house. Next time we meet, it won't be this easy."

Song Zhen wanted to say something else but was stopped by Qin Tian, who prevented her from speaking further.

A row of Heavenly Demons came forward and began to escort these monks out of the cell.

As Qian Wangsun passed by Zhou Bai, the Self-Contained Metal Flying Sword suddenly unsheathed. Zhou Bai said, "Qian Wangsun, this sword is in return for what you owe."

Qian Wangsun was momentarily stunned, only to see Zhou Bai step forward, and the flying sword already piercing towards his chest.

The others wanted to intervene but saw Xuan Nu smiling slightly; they had already thrown themselves to the ground, screaming and struggling to suppress the agitation in their minds.

Amidst Xuan Nu's satisfied smile, Zhou Bai's flying sword had already penetrated Qian Wangsun's chest, bringing forth a large splash of blood.