"We...still need to be prepared for a fight to the death!"

The director of Jiangcheng National Education Bureau glanced down and muttered to himself.

"What?" The police chief was completely baffled when he heard this.

The old man in the sky was about to win!

What preparations are they making for a desperate battle? Do they have some kind of expert among them?

suddenly.

Zhong Ziqi in the sky shone with golden light, and his wild laughter echoed throughout the entire Jiangcheng. Zhong Ziqi was seen with disheveled hair and wide-open, angry eyes.

"You want to see Zhong Ziqi risk his life, is that it?!"

"Then so be it!"

"Let's see if my divine bell can suppress your Hidden Clan for another ten years!"

Come on!

Zhong Ziqi roared, his voice filled with grief and indignation, so poignant and moving that it touched the heart.

The divine bell is shaking! Zhong Ziqi is about to risk his life!

suddenly.

A bright blue spear appeared in the void, piercing straight through it, carrying boundless and powerful spiritual energy.

Before the spear was even fired, the void began to tremble!

It was as if the entire void was about to be crushed by this bright blue weapon.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment!"

"He's just a petty scoundrel, I'll take care of him!"

The sound came from an unknown source, but it resounded throughout the night sky, even more powerful than the initial clamor of the crowd.

Zhong Ziqi's expression changed drastically as he stared intently at the bright blue spear.

Even when facing that hidden clansman, you, Zhong Ziqi, have never lost your composure like this!

"A mental attack?!"

"And he's a powerful figure I've never seen before!"

Zhong Ziqi's expression was no longer indifferent; judging from the voice, the person who came was a friend, not an enemy.

But why have I never sensed his spiritual power?

How strong must this guy be!

While Zhong Ziqi was stunned, the bright blue spear shot out like a powerful hurricane, easily sweeping away the stars in the sky.

They flew towards the dark purple mist.

"boom!"

A tremendous roar resounded, and the purple mist hissed as if it were being scorched by flames.

Mental power seems to be the most effective way to attack this race!

"Fellow Daoist, wait!" Zhong Ziqi had no time to think and shouted as he saw the purplish-black mist about to be shattered.

"Don't let him perish completely! Let him leave behind his vital essence!"

"Ninth-tier Yuan Essence, that's incredibly precious!"

As Zhong Ziqi shouted, the bright blue spear paused slightly in mid-air, as if it were contemplating something.

Then it quickly flew towards the purplish-black mist, and once again the astonishing roar resounded.

However, after this attack, the bright blue spear turned into specks of blue light and dissipated in the night sky.

"Hahahaha, fellow Daoist, you should handle this Hidden Clan member!"

"I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving for now!" he said.

That intimidating and powerful aura completely disappeared.

Zhong Zi looked forward to the purplish-black mist before him, and the bronze bell in his hand reappeared.

He couldn't afford to kill the Hidden Clan members at their peak, but he had absolutely no problem killing the Hidden Clan members who were already barely clinging to life.

A moment later.

A dark purple crystal landed in Zhong Ziqi's hand.

An incomparably powerful spiritual force was released from Zhong Ziqi's mind, and began to search for the traces of the light and shadow just now.