Chapter 960 - 358: Your Death Trick Is Far Too Childish! (Part 2)

The blood flowing from the wound...

has almost solidified.

Obviously, it wasn’t killed today.

This should be an obstacle that Fang Qingyu casually cleared away upon entering.

"Divide into teams as planned!"

Wei Banmeng’s voice echoed in the front hall, cold and swift.

Instantly suppressing the slight disturbance caused by the bloody scene.

Without a moment of hesitation.

The core members, already drilled countless times, immediately took action.

"First team, with me!"

Chu Kuanglan roared lowly, like a fierce tiger out of its gate, rushing first towards a wide corridor leading to the side buildings.

A hundred martial artists with ferocious auras immediately followed, their footsteps thundering.

"Second team, go."

Lu Jiuyuan spoke concisely, his figure drifting like smoke.

Leading another group of a hundred, they charged towards the main stairs ahead, aiming directly at the upper levels.

"Third team, this way."

Jiang Wei’s voice was crisp, her fiery red hair traced a flame mark as she moved.

She chose a downward-sloping passage leading to the rear courtyard and auxiliary buildings.

Su Wanqing and Lin Yu exchanged a glance, nodding in tacit understanding.

"Fourth team, clear the right wing!" "Fifth team, seal off the outer passages!"

Each led a hundred people, cutting into the right corridor and several side doors leading to the outer perimeter of the building.

Wei Banmeng stood at the center of the front hall.

She did not act immediately, her gaze sweeping over the remaining last hundred elite.

And the main passageway that Fang Qingyu had just broken open, leading to the deeper regions.

Her task was to provide central support.

Also serving as the overall reserve team.

Ready to assist any tight spot in the battle, ensuring the main passage was clear.

Though the numbers seemed few, each person carried five Soul-breaking Nails.

This meant that when facing those of the same tier, they could kill them almost effortlessly.

If the opponent was corpses, that is.

Meaning the combat power of this 500-strong team.

Was equivalent to a force of 3,000.

This was the confidence behind the 500 of Fang Qingyu daring to assault the Celestial Punishment Association headquarters today.

Now, divided into five groups.

They each led their teams, charging into their respective passages, beginning to clear out the enemies encountered along the way.

Their main force’s task was different from Fang Qingyu’s.

The main task was purging.

Fang Qingyu’s task, on the other hand, was to find the highest combatant of the Celestial Punishment Association as soon as possible.

Or perhaps... the person behind it.

The most likely place was naturally the space where the cross stood underground.

The entrance to the underground space.

Fang Qingyu’s figure stood quietly before the heavy stone door leading to the vast underground space.

The door wasn’t closed.

Inside, a dark red glow more intense and viscous than last time seeped out.

The silence inside was terrifying.

No guards, no other sounds.

Only a suffocating dead silence.

But the cross was still there.

From a distance, Chen Wudi was still bound to the cross.

Therefore...

Fang Qingyu didn’t hesitate in the slightest.

He lifted his foot and steadily stepped inside the door.

Buzz—

The moment his foot touched the ground, an anomaly occurred abruptly.

The entire underground space seemed to come alive instantly.

The originally diffused dark red light, like ignited gasoline, suddenly erupted.

Blood light so intense as to extreme, like a blood-red torrent bursting from a dam, spewed madly from every corner of the space, every inch of the ground, every piece of rock.

The view was instantly overwhelmed by endless blood-red.

Fang Qingyu’s figure was engulfed completely by this overwhelming blood-red in an instant.

Frozen at the center of that blood-red ocean.

Motionless.

...

Outside the main entrance of the Celestial Punishment Association headquarters.

Dozens of large buses with Cyan Dragon Gang emblems quietly parked by the roadside.

The roar of engines approached from afar, breaking this brief silence.

In view first was a mid-sized bus, dusty, paint chipping, window glass covered with web-like cracks.

It was the elder’s vehicle Liu San had used to escort Fang Qingyu and his group from the dock.

Following it was a convoy that could be called a spectacle.

Off-road jeeps so dilapidated they seemed about to fall apart.

A family car with luggage tied on top, a small cargo truck spewing black smoke.

Even a dozen or so rattling.

Old Jialing motorcycles with spare oil barrels hanging on the front.

This convoy, like a ragtag band from a scrapyard, carried a dusty, rugged aura, clumsily rolling in before finally parking beside the row of luxurious buses.

Doors opened, engines cut off.

Figures dressed in a mishmash of combat attire, some even in casual wear, flooded down from the vehicles like a surging flood.

A team nearly a thousand strong.

Quickly packed the square in front of the Celestial Punishment Association headquarters.

Different from the previous confusion and restlessness.

Now, their faces were filled with a feverish excitement and a do-or-die determination.

On the way here, Liu San had revealed to them who really held the reins in the Cyan Dragon Gang.

Thunder God, Fang Qingyu!

The legend who turned the tide at the Arctic Front, seen as the Federation’s light of the future.

Also currently regarded as the strongest Tier Three Thunder God.

Many who struggled for decades in the City of Injustice.

Found their hands on the sword handles trembling slightly.

They recalled comrades they fought alongside in the Federation city force field in their youth.

Remembered the blood-boiling charges on the Arctic Front ice fields.

The sense of honor and belonging they thought long forgotten in a dark corner, belonging to Federation soldiers.