Chapter 1211: Su Yue, I Believe You Are a Gentleman

“How many power plants’ worth of lightning did Mo Qizheng absorb? This is terrifying.”

Su Yue stared wide-eyed. Even with the protection of his Qi Blood, blood still trickled from his eye sockets.

Meanwhile, Yan Chenyun and Wang Yetao formed a massive shield at the center of the collision. This was the only way to block the spreading shockwaves in the sky. Otherwise, without Fei Ningxiao even needing to lift a finger, the mere blast from this clash could have destroyed the Research Institute’s Underground City.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

The deafening roar lasted for several seconds, causing many of the wounded to faint on the spot. Wang Yetao and Yan Chenyun could only block the concussive force; they could do nothing against the sound and light.

“He’s injured! The Blood Boiling Race’s Paragon is injured!” a major general at the resettlement point shouted.

Sure enough, as the lightning faded from the sky and Mo Qizheng shrank back to the size of a normal human, the crowd could finally see the scene above the canopy clearly again. It was true. The previously arrogant Paragon, Fei Ningxiao, was covered in facial wounds. As his expression twisted, the gashes writhed across his face like blood-red worms. His already hideous features now looked incredibly macabre and terrifying—simply beyond description.

From these scars, drops of thick, viscous blood plummeted down, smashing into the first shield. Naturally, the blood spattered as if hitting solid glass, failing to penetrate the barrier. Absolute Defense could isolate all dangers. A Paragon’s blood could not be allowed to seep into the city. It was simply too dangerous.

“Fei Ningxiao, by crossing the spatial barrier, your strength has already been suppressed by thirty percent! You are no longer a Paragon at full power. Do you really think we can’t kill you?” Mo Qizheng stared at Fei Ningxiao with a dark expression. After delivering that attack, he was thoroughly exhausted as well.

“Hahaha, so what if you injured this venerable one?

“Did you think you could draw my attention and make me chase after three little ants like you?

“You are utterly delusional. My sole objective this time is to destroy the Divine Land Research Institute. I have little interest in you three.

“If you want to keep tickling me, please go ahead. I don’t mind a few mosquito bites.

“If you truly wanted to kill me, you should have brought ten more Ninth Grade martial artists.

“What a pity. The Ninth Grade experts of your Divine Land are currently either at the Dao Gates or pinned down on the Wet Realm Battlefield. It’s impossible for them to return.”

Fei Ningxiao let out another maniacal laugh. Such a cheap trick.

“Coward! Do you not dare to fight me?” Mo Qizheng narrowed his eyes, trembling with rage.

Fei Ningxiao was right. The eight races of the Wet Realm had planned this meticulously. The three of them had already taken a significant risk by returning, and the situation on the Wet Realm Battlefield remained dire. Expecting three Ninth Grade experts to slay a Paragon was simply unrealistic.

Their optimal tactic was for the three of them to lure Fei Ningxiao away, even if it meant sacrificing one of their lives. Mo Qizheng was even fully prepared to die. That way, once the Palm Eye Race’s Paragon could no longer hold on and the other Paragons left the Dao Gates, Yuan Longhan could come to Dongdu City and break the siege.

Dammit! Fei Ningxiao didn’t seem to be falling for it.

“Hahaha, spare me your childish provocations. Having crossed the void, my strength is no longer at its peak. Killing a Ninth Grade expert isn’t exactly easy.

“Truth be told, I’d love to kill the three of you, but my current strength won’t allow it. If I try to juggle too many things, I’ll just end up empty-handed.

“You can bombard me all you like. As long as I cause your Underground City to collapse from the tremors, I win this war. I refuse to believe that the other nations on Earth won’t seize the opportunity to suppress the Divine Land.

“Selfishness is the fundamental nature of everyone, whether it’s the eight races of the Wet Realm or you Wuwen Race.

“This war marks the beginning of the Divine Land’s downfall.”

Fei Ningxiao’s wild laughter made the three Ninth Grade experts grind their teeth in fury. They were so angry they almost spat blood.

Since when did the Blood Boiling Race learn to be so calm? And so modest, no less? It had to be known that the Blood Boiling Race was historically infamous for their explosive tempers. On the battlefield, they were the weakest and most impulsive—the type to never lose a shouting match but never win an actual fight.

It seemed a Paragon was a Paragon for a reason; even his intellect had ascended.

“Since you have a death wish, we’ll gladly oblige!

“Let’s keep bombing him! It’s not every day we get a live target. We’d be fools not to take the shot. Not only will our Divine Land not lose, but we will also slay a second Paragon today!”

With Mo Qizheng’s roar, the combined bombardment of the three Ninth Grade experts poured down onto the giant face like a raging, apocalyptic flood. The sky flickered wildly between blinding light and pitch darkness, making it look like the end of the world.

“Gentlemen, I leave it to you.”

Beneath the shield, Nie Haijun wore a dark expression, his entire body trembling. Though he wasn’t directly participating in the battle, his already elderly body was visibly withering away at an alarming rate.

Just like Yuan Xingzi before him, Nie Haijun was the ultimate guardian of the Absolute Defense. He absolutely could not join the fight. His very existence was the ultimate Sacred Artifact.

Meanwhile, Su Yue clenched his fists and muttered to himself, “Things don’t seem to be looking good for the Divine Land.” Without realizing it, he had bitten the tip of his tongue hard enough to draw blood, yet he didn’t even feel the pain.

Su Yue was also analyzing the course of the battle. The Divine Land was currently racing against time. Everything hinged on protecting the Underground City, which housed the Research Institute’s Qi Blood technological equipment along with a massive number of trapped researchers.

But Fei Ningxiao was continuously generating earthquakes. To make matters worse, the wounded couldn’t be evacuated, and the third shield was on the verge of collapsing.

Luring Fei Ningxiao away was the best solution and the key to this war. However, that was nothing more than a pipe dream. Fei Ningxiao was throwing caution to the wind; there was no way such cheap provocations would draw him away.

The only other option was to evacuate all the wounded immediately.