The moment he heard these words, Lin Qiye's eyes suddenly shrank and his heart was shaken.

What did he just call himself?

Dean Lin?

How did he know this name?

Lin Qiye held the [Soul-Breaking Sword] in his hand, staring blankly at the black shadow that had disappeared without a trace, standing there like a sculpture.

In front of him, the unconscious Zhao Kun frowned, groaned, and slightly opened his eyes.

"Huh? Why am I here?" Zhao Kun looked around blankly. When he saw Lin Qiye wearing the Monkey King mask, he was suddenly stunned. His mind recalled the figure wearing the Zhu Bajie mask this morning...

He suddenly covered the back of his head and said indignantly: "You, you guys plotted against me again? Do all the members of the Fifth Reserve Team like to plot against others so much?!"

Lin Qiye rolled his eyes and said, "You were the one who was possessed by the Secret Voyeur. I saved you."

He waved his hand and dispersed the surrounding wooden cages. Under the control of the ancient tree demon, the wooden platform where Lin Qiye and Zhao Kun were standing landed steadily on the ground.

"Qiye, is it solved?"

Baili Pangpang, who had been guarding under the wooden cage, walked forward and asked.

Lin Qiye nodded. "It's just as planned. It's solved."

He stretched out his hand and handed the black ring on his palm to Baili Pangpang, who shook his head and said with a smile, "Give it to Brother Zha. I have already given him the Soul-Breaking Sword."

Shen Qingzhu raised his eyebrows, took the black ring and put it on his middle finger.

"Thank you."

"So, we won this confrontation, right?" Cao Yuan asked.

Lin Qiye raised his head and looked towards the top of the building on the other side of the street. There, a figure in a dark red cloak was silently looking in that direction.

"Of course." He smiled.

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Outside Daxia.

The pale mist filled every inch of space, rolling in the air like waves. The sun shone through the hazy mist, shining on the dry and dead land. This forbidden area of ​​life that had not been visited by anyone for a hundred years silently interpreted the beauty of death...

Darkness is gradually eating away at the land.

If someone stood on the ground and looked up through the endless fog, he would see a huge black shadow floating in the sky, slowly moving towards the west.

That's a city.

A modern city shrouded in dim light.

The faint light bloomed from a suspended palace underground, and shrouded the entire city through the bronze gate standing underground. It was like a dark sky, repelling the fog that filled every corner of the world, allowing tens of thousands of creatures sleeping in the city to survive in the fog.

That faint light is the law of Fengdu.

Above the floating city, a figure dressed in a blue robe and a blue belt around his waist stood in the fog. Endless storms surrounded him. His dark golden eyes contained endless divine power, which made people want to worship him at a glance.

He is the wind god, Hugh, one of the nine Egyptian gods.

His right hand was across his body, as if he was holding something. Under his feet, an endless hurricane surrounded the suspended city, carrying the entire city slowly towards the west.

Xio looked down at the dimly lit city beneath his feet, frowned slightly, and pointed downward with his right hand. A dark green gust of wind several kilometers long gathered at his fingertips and flew towards the city beneath his feet.

The moment the strong wind touched the dark barrier, the entire city fragments trembled violently, and the laws of Fengdu flowed, shattering the strong wind abruptly.

Fengdu is subconsciously resisting the laws of the outer gods.

Xio frowned slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he slowly put his hand down.

Along the way, he has tried countless times to break the laws of Fengdu, but none of them was successful.

The laws of Fengdu protect the lives in the fragments of the city like a tortoise shell. Even the God of Wind cannot break it easily. This is why he could not directly plunder Fengdu before, but could only take away Fengdu and the entire city.

This is like a thief who cannot open the safe to get the treasure inside. He can only use the most stupid method, which is to take the entire safe back and slowly open it.

The tens of thousands of lives hidden in it are just gifts that come with the safe.

Since the Fengdu Law is so stubborn, let's move it back to the Sun City as a whole and gather the power of all gods to open it.

He raised his head, controlled the glowing fragments of the city beneath his feet, and continued to move forward in the direction of Egypt's Sun City...

What he didn't notice was that a barely detectable sword light passed through the fog and quietly disappeared into the dim light.

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Within the city.

Under the dark sky, the whole city was dead silent.

The city's power grid was completely paralyzed. There was no light on the streets, and the city center was also pitch black and silent.

Looking around, there is no longer any trace of technological civilization in the dark city.

The icy cold air lingered in the dim light, making the whole city feel like it was falling into an ice cave. White frost covered the roads, slowly eating away the bodies of the passers-by who were staggering.

They were residents of Anta County who were stunned by the strong gale brought by the God of Wind.

Under the erosion of the frost, their bodies became colder and colder, and their breathing became weaker and weaker...

In the darkness, the vitality of this city is being lost bit by bit.

At this moment, two beams of dazzling light lit up from the other side of the street, sweeping across the dark and silent street, and finally falling on several pedestrians lying on the side of the street.

"Senior Chen Han, there are still people here!" A young man's voice came from the darkness.

Then, two beams of light quickly approached here. They were two figures wearing dark red cloaks. They were holding flashlights in their hands, and their lips were a little purple due to the cold.

Chen Han quickly ran to the fallen passerby, put his hand under his nose for a moment, then touched his hot forehead, his face extremely solemn.

"He's still alive, but the strong wind blew his soul away. He's still having a high fever. If this continues, he won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Chen Han bent down, carried the man on his back, took a deep breath, and slowly walked to the other side of the street.

The young man next to him carried another passerby on his back and followed him, his steps a little unsteadily.

"Senior Chen Han, don't you really need to take a rest? We have been searching and rescuing for 19 hours in a row, and you still have a fever... If you continue like this, your body will collapse before we finish rescuing these people." He asked with some concern.

Chen Han glanced at him and said, "It's just a small fever, it's no problem."

"But……"

"No buts." Chen Han's eyes swept across the dark city and he spoke calmly, "We are the only two awake in this city now. If we don't save them... they will really have no choice but to wait for death."

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