yournovel Chapter 763 - 310: I Told You to Call Reinforcements!!!
Chapter 763 - 310: I Told You to Call Reinforcements!!!
"Don’t be afraid, we are here."
"Put on your clothes, we will take you away."
Gentle words.
Accompanied by warm firelight, they sounded again and again.
At first, the women in the stone chamber remained numb.
But when the warm orange light truly illuminated the world that had been engulfed by darkness for so long, when the clean, soft fabric touched their cold, piercing skin...
In the depths of some women’s empty eyes.
The ice that had been solidified for too long finally showed a faint crack.
Their gaze slowly moved from the clothes on the ground to the figure outside the bars who kept repeating "don’t be afraid," and to the small flame burning in their stone chamber.
In their eyes, amidst the desolate grayness, a faint glimmer of light slowly seeped in.
It was something called "hope" that had been frozen by despair for too long.
When Jiang Wei carried the woman from the torture chamber onto the walkway, this was the scene she saw.
In the massive space, deep like a passageway to Hell.
On the cliff walls on both sides, in the hundreds and thousands of cold stone prison chambers.
One by one, the warm orange flames, like stars stubbornly rising in the dark abyss, burned quietly.
Under the light.
Each trembling figure carefully put on the clothes, little by little, on their scarred bodies.
Their movements were slow, and their eyes still had a look of confusion and fear.
But when they looked at the figure on the walkway distributing clothes and lighting flames.
A cautious dependence already emerged in the depths of their confusion.
Over a hundred rooms.
Over a hundred stars.
This passage that was once filled only with despair and coldness.
At this moment.
Was lit again by the light.
When Wei Banmeng finally delivered the last piece of clothing to the last stone chamber.
And lit the last flame.
She straightened up, looking at the corridor of starfire she had personally illuminated.
Watching those awkwardly dressing women under the firelight, whose eyes began to show a faint spirit, her own eyes reddened slightly.
Jiang Wei, holding the woman in her arms, walked to Wei Banmeng’s side.
The woman in her arms seemed to feel the warmth from the surrounding flames, and her trembling body calmed a bit, with a hint of orange-red reflected in her hollow eyes.
"Let’s go."
Wei Banmeng said softly, "Let’s take them out."
She turned around and began to unlock those heavy iron gate locks one by one.
The clattering sound of chains falling was like heavenly music at this moment.
The women in the stone chambers, under the light and Wei Banmeng’s gentle guidance.
Like startled sheep, began to cautiously walk out of their individual cages, gathering on the walkway.
They walked barefoot on the cold, rough stones.
Wearing ill-fitting clothes, their faces showed timidity and confusion, yet there was also a faint hope ignited by the firelight.
The group moved silently and slowly up the walkway.
When they stepped out of the cave.
When they saw the dozens of corpses on the ground.
From deep within, a young scream resonated.
Thinking of that once lofty demon who treated them like grass and now endured unimaginable pain in the depths of the cave...
The dim light in some women’s numb eyes.
Suddenly became a bit brighter.
A complex emotion mixed with delight and hatred.
Like a wildfire ignited in their previously dead hearts.
...
In front of the nightclub.
Fang Qingyu, still wearing the hideous mask made of golden thunder, leaned on the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash, sitting like a statue in the middle of the steps.
The gloomy sky seemed frozen.
Only the cloud above his head, gathering without a sound, turned and brewed, while the muffled sound of thunder rolling deep in the clouds became increasingly clear.
The hustle and bustle of the distant street seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier.
Until....
Two luxurious cars, still gleaming with expensive luster under the dim sky, tore through the street’s noise, steadily parking in the open space in front of the nightclub.
The car doors silently slid open.
Eight figures stepped out in succession.
The leading three, their presence deep and menacing like an abyss, eyes sharp like eagles.
Around them, there was a subtle, oppressive force of repressed Qi Blood.
They were clearly three Tier Three Martial Saints.
Following closely were five fierce-looking Tier Two Martial Artists, eyes gleaming with intensity.
And surrounded at the center by these eight people was a young man dressed in a well-tailored silver-gray casual suit.
He appeared to be in his early twenties, with meticulously styled hair.
There was an innate arrogance and nonchalance on his face.
After getting out of the car, his gaze casually swept over the rundown facade of the nightclub, finally landing on the figure sitting on the steps at the entrance.
The young man frowned, a hint of displeasure at being slighted showing on his face.
"Tsk."
The young man snickered lightly, his voice laced with undisguised superiority, he slightly raised his chin towards Fang Qingyu sitting on the steps.
"Pretty perceptive, knowing to wait at the door. However..."
His tone shifted, carrying a commanding note, "What are you sitting there for? Get down here and greet me!"
The figure on the steps did not move an inch.
The three Tier Three Martial Saints behind the young man changed their expressions almost as soon as he spoke.
The leader, a Peak of Third Tier Martial Saint with a square face and bulging temples, took a sudden step forward, his broad body standing like an iron wall in front of the young man.
His gaze was locked intently on the figure sitting with a sword on the steps.
There was an unprecedented heaviness and suspicion in his eyes!
"Young master, be careful!"
The square-faced Martial Saint’s voice was deep and hurried, "This person... is suspicious!"
The young man was caught off guard by the sudden action and tone, his arrogance froze on his face, frowning as he looked at Fang Qingyu again: "What’s going...?"
His words abruptly stopped.
Because the figure on the steps, always as still as a statue, moved.
Fang Qingyu, leaning on the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash, slowly stood up from the steps.
As he rose.
The terrifying mask covering half of his face, formed by wild golden Thunder, those vertical pupils burning with a molten gold glow even in the dim sky, and the two dragon shadows silent and majestic wrapped around his arms exuding ancient dragon might...
Clearly displayed before everyone.
"Thunder God?!"
Another Tier Three Martial Saint behind the square-faced Martial Saint exclaimed in shock.
The young man at the center, his arrogance and nonchalance were instantly replaced by gravity.
Though he had not witnessed the battle at the viaduct himself.
The name of Thunder God and the terrifying battles spread in the City of Injustice were already well-known to his ears.
There was no mistaking the iconic Thunder Mask and Dragon Shadow before his eyes!
"Go!"
The square-faced Martial Saint reacted with utmost speed.
He made a prompt decision, grabbing the young man’s arm to flee with him.
The other two Tier Three Martial Saints instantly surged their Qi Blood.
Preparing to cover their retreat!
However——
Just as the square-faced Martial Saint turned to drag the young man away, as his foot began to step forward!
BOOM CRASH——!!!!
A golden thunderbolt as thick as a barrel suddenly struck down from the thick, spinning clouds above their heads without any warning.
With the majestic Divine Power rending the heavens, it slammed into the ground less than five meters ahead of them.
BOOM——
The violent shockwave, accompanied by scorching heat waves and flying debris of rocks and dirt.
Like a tsunami, it swept out in all directions.
The hard concrete surface exploded into a large pit in an instant.
With countless fine golden electric snakes leaping within, emitting a terrifying crackling sound!
The square-faced Martial Saint, the young man he was dragging, and the two other Tier Three Martial Saints preparing to cover their retreat were shaken by the Heavenly Punishment Thunder at such close range, their Qi Blood surged, ears ringing, forcibly halted by the violent blast wave.
The acrid smell of ozone and scorching air permeated the surroundings.
The square-faced Martial Saint’s face turned dark blue, he abruptly turned around, staring intently at the figure on the steps like a Thunder God descending upon the world.
He forced down his surging Qi Blood, his voice carrying a trace of visibly threatening toughness:
"Your excellency! We are from the Lingxiao Association! I advise you..."
He could not finish his sentence.
Because the figure with the Thunder Mask on the steps moved.
Fang Qingyu lifted the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash he held against the ground, the tip of the sword pointing obliquely towards the ground.
Raising his chin slightly, molten gold vertical pupils gazing down through the mask’s eye holes at the eight people below, still shaken by the recent event.
A voice, so calm it was without the slightest ripple, clearly echoed through the dead silent street:
"Call for reinforcements."
The square-faced Martial Saint and his companions were taken aback.
Call for reinforcements?!
For whom?
They thought they had misheard.
But Fang Qingyu, holding his sword.
Stepped forward slowly.
The concrete steps beneath his feet silently cracked open.
That calm voice suddenly soared, like a deity above the Ninth Heaven issuing an incontrovertible decree, engulfed in destructive thunder, exploding loudly!
"I said CALL FOR REINFORCEMENTS!!!"