Chapter 965 - 359: Captain Fang, Is That All!? (Part 3)

The eyes are vacant and numb, walking in the same direction.

Approximate count, upon cursory glance.

There were as many as three to four thousand people.

When these three to four thousand people surged like a tide to the headquarters of the Celestial Punishment Association...

Without any pause, they flooded into the building.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Countless figures silently disappeared inside.

In just a few minutes, the massive crowd completely vanished.

Outside the headquarters of the Celestial Punishment Association.

Once again restored to a deadly silence.

The night wind blew across the empty street, lifting a few scraps of paper.

Plunging back into silence.

However, inside the headquarters.

Just having gone through a round of intense clearing, and now taking a brief respite, every frontline.

Was nearly overwhelmed by the sudden rush of people.

"Hold on! Damn it! Soul-breaking Nail! Pin them down for me!"

Chu Kuanglan continuously roared.

His roar echoed madly in a relatively spacious corridor, now piled high with the corpses of those wearing black robes.

Each sweep of the door-like giant sword in his hand.

Brought a piercing whoosh and the muffled sound of flesh and bones shattering, slicing several black-robed figures in half.

Foul black blood splashed like a fountain onto his knotted muscles and the giant sword.

Yet, more black-robed figures surged like an endless tide from two directions in the corridor, treading over their comrades’ remains, expressionlessly coming once more.

The hundred elite team beside Chu Kuanglan, nearly half had lost the ability to fight.

Fortunately, there were no casualties yet.

And they were surrounded by the remaining dozens.

However, those still able to fight were not in good condition.

They formed a defensive circle back to back, almost everyone wounded, breathing heavily.

The Soul-breaking Nail was almost exhausted.

"Old Chu, hold on!"

Fortunately, at this moment, a clear and cold shout rang out.

At the entrance of the corridor, a bright blade suddenly tore through the darkness.

Wei Banmeng’s figure ghostly rushed in, her Profound Qilin Double Blades, one icy and one dark, swirling to bring biting cold currents and shadows that devour light.

Where she passed, seven or eight black-robed figures attacking Chu Kuanglan’s flank instantly froze into ice sculptures.

Then swept silently into a scattered pile of ice shards with the next shadow blade light.

Behind her, dozens of Cyan Dragon Gang elites responsible for support fiercely pierced into the fray from the side.

The cold gleam of the Soul-breaking Nail lit up densely once more.

Temporarily thwarting the surging tide of corpses.

Chu Kuanglan found the pressure drastically reduced, sweeping aside two black-robed attackers with the giant sword, taking a chance to breathe heavily, shouting at Wei Banmeng who rushed to his side, "Damn it! Banmeng! Where did this bunch come from? I clearly led the team to plow through this floor, was just about to withdraw, and then these things suddenly jumped out from both sides like dumplings, can’t kill them all."

His specially made combat uniform had long been ripped open in several places.

His face stained with black blood and sweat, his bell-like eyes burning with fatigue.

Wei Banmeng precisely pierced the icy blue Profound Qilin Blade into the brow of a Tier Three black-robed Corpse Puppet attempting to ambush.

The Extreme Cold Power instantly froze the inside of its skull.

She didn’t even glance at the falling body, her voice distinct in the intense metallic clash, "It should be people from the Bauhinia Association."

As she spoke, her actions were uninterrupted.

The double blades danced, frost and shadow interwoven, single-handedly blocking three Tier Three black-robed figures whose aura was visibly strong and movements more agile than ordinary Corpse Puppets.

The blade light like a meat grinder, pressed those three Tier Three ones tightly into a narrow area, unable to step past Thunder Pool.

"Go help the others clear out the small fries."

Wei Banmeng gave a clear shout, without turning her head, spoke to Chu Kuanglan.

She knew well that Old Chu fought all the way forward, bearing the greatest pressure as the vanguard.

Having used up all five Soul-breaking Nails he carried, his physical energy was massively drained.

Dealing with these troublesome Tier Three Corpse Puppets, she had to rely on herself.

"Alright!"

Chu Kuanglan did not act tough at all.

He knew Wei Banmeng’s strength, so he stomped fiercely on the ground, his burly frame like a heavy assault vehicle, crashing with wild momentum into the side where the largest quantity but weaker individual strength Tier Two Corpse Puppets were gathered.

Boom!

The giant sword fell with a mountain-splitting, stone-cracking might, instantly flattening two Corpse Puppets who couldn’t evade into flesh pancakes.

Chu Kuanglan was like a tiger in a flock of sheep, giant sword sweeping wide and open.

Each swing brought a bloody storm.

"Brother Chu! The brothers are here!!!"

Just as Chu Kuanglan fought desperately amidst the corpse flock.

Suddenly a shout filled with joy and excitement rang from the tunnel entrance.

Immediately followed by chaotic yet equally fierce cries surging like a tide.

"Charge——!!!"

Liu San led the way, wielding a blood-stained thick-backed blade.

Behind him was a team composed of veteran soldiers from assorted groups, their equipment varied but their morale soaring extraordinarily.

They colluded fiercely into the corpse puppet crowd on the flank.

The addition of this fresh force instantly changed the power balance within the tunnel.

The previously precarious defense line was stabilized, even beginning to push back.

Chu Kuanglan felt the pressure drastically diminished, slicing an approaching Corpse Puppet from head to toe with the giant sword, black blood spraying all over his face.

He carelessly wiped his face, looking at the valiantly fighting Liu San and others, letting out a hearty laugh, "Hahaha! Old Liu! You really brought the brothers here!"

Liu San fiercely slashed down a Corpse Puppet, rushing near Chu Kuanglan.

Face dripping with sweat and blood stains, eyes shining with unprecedented brilliance, "Brother Chu! Thank you! Thank you and Captain Fang for giving us these brothers another chance to live as men!"