Beneath the ruins, in the dark and damp urban sewers, the surviving humans huddled together, shivering. Their high-tech, warm clothing kept them from feeling cold, but their hearts trembled. In the darkness, curling up was simply their instinctive reaction to fear.
Suddenly, a faint, pale yellow light shone into the dimly lit sewer.
As the light appeared, those in the darkness did not smile; instead, they cowered even more in fear within the sewers. None of them believed there was any hope left in the war on the surface. Humanity's main force, its strongest warriors, had long since perished.
"Snap!"
The sound of footsteps wading through the puddles suddenly rang out. In the dim light, a gray figure, whether it had appeared at some point or had always been there, lifted its foot and walked step by step into the sewer.
With a series of snapping sounds, the source of the light began to move, flying in a specific direction, revealing to everyone that it was a round sphere of light, only about half the size of a fist. This didn't surprise anyone; supernatural abilities were common knowledge in this world. Instead, people breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that the light sphere was made by humans—not aliens, not monsters, but their own kind.
"He...he's not...human!" A trembling voice rang out, causing everyone who heard it to gasp in their throats once more. The person in the light was dressed completely differently from them, as if they were from an ancient time more than two thousand years ago, and was holding a cold weapon—a very long sword.
"Die!" In the oppressive atmosphere, a middle-aged man suddenly stood up. With a wave of his hands, two powerful wind blades, each two meters long, crossed and slashed towards the ancient man in the light. He didn't even care about the people huddled on the edge of the sewer pipe.
"I'll help too!" Another voice rang out behind the ancient man in the dim light, accompanied by the sound of flames burning, as a fireball half a meter in diameter flew towards the ancient man in the light.
As the two made their move, most of the people who saw the ancient man's gaze hardened. Several people standing next to the ancient man suddenly lunged at him, their eyes filled with nothing but the will to die. Dozens of people around him also unleashed their special abilities to attack the ancient man.
"Thud!" The footsteps continued, and the wind blades, fireballs, and lightning all vanished without a trace. The figure rushing towards the ancient man also seemed to be bound by an invisible force, stopping in its forward-leaning posture, unable even to struggle.
"Pat-pat! Pat-pat!" The footsteps did not stop, and the ancient people continued to move forward under the faint illumination of the yellow orb.
A greater fear permeated everyone's hearts.
Just as everyone's fear was growing, the orb of light suddenly stopped, hovering in front of a boy and illuminating his desperate, dirty face. Everyone knew that the boy's family had all died while fleeing; a middle-aged man had forcibly carried him into an underground tunnel.
When the man reached the boy, he finally stopped, lowered his head, looked at the boy whose eyes were filled with hatred, and said, "I heard your wish and came at your call. Show your determination and willingness to pay the price. Tell me your wish, no matter what it is, even if it means wiping out those aliens, I will grant your wish."
Silence fell; no one had expected the man in ancient costume to utter such words.
"Boom..." Just then, the sewers suddenly began to shake violently, as if some terrifying attack had struck the ground.
"It's over, we've been discovered!" Despair instantly filled the entire sewer, spreading throughout the hearts of those hiding. The high-level superhumans were all dead or wounded; they had no power left to resist.
It turns out that the attackers used superpowers, which is why they were detected by the aliens' energy detectors. This explains why, despite the large number of superpowered individuals in the underground sewers, no one used their abilities, and there was no lighting.
"I heard your wish and came at your call. Show your resolve and willingness to pay the price. State your wish, whatever it may be, even if it means wiping out those alien races, I will grant it." Looking at the boy before him, whose eyes were filled with hatred and despair, the man in ancient attire asked again in the dim light.
His words seemed to possess a mysterious magic, causing the people in the sewer pipes below to fall silent and all turn their attention to him.
"If you can, you can have everything I have, even my life. Please destroy those invading aliens, kill them all." Just then, the middle-aged man next to the boy spoke up, looking at the man in ancient costume with hope in his eyes.
However, the man in ancient costume did not even glance at him, continuing to look at the boy calmly, as if the vibrations in the underground sewers had nothing to do with him.
"I can give you anything you want, I can give you everything I have, I only hope you will help me take revenge and destroy them!" The boy said through gritted teeth, looking into the eyes of the man in ancient costume.
"What you will see is that not only will all the aliens who invaded Earth die, but their home planet and their race will also perish." Seeing the boy speak, the man in ancient costume smiled and said, "And the price is that you stay by my side."
After speaking, the man in ancient costume slowly drew his long sword. "Clang!" The crisp sound of the sword being drawn echoed throughout the underground sewers, easily drowning out even the explosions and tremors outside, as if it were the only sound.
"Boom!" In the next instant, the long sword was drawn, and the man in ancient attire slashed upwards. The entire roof of the sewer, including the ruins of the buildings covering it, vanished in an instant.
The bright sunlight illuminated everyone, allowing them to see the unforgettable sight in the sky: the thousand-meter-long alien warship had been split in two, as if cleaved by something. Not only the alien warship, but also the billowing smoke and the clouds in the sky had been cleaved apart, stretching as far as the eye could see. The bright sunlight, like a ray of hope, illuminated everyone.
The bright sunlight finally allowed people to clearly see the ancient man who had unleashed that terrifying strike—young, handsome, and shrouded in darkness. It was none other than Wang Han.
"Now, you will follow me and watch how I kill all your enemies and wipe out your entire clan. At that time, everything you have will belong to me." Looking at the boy squinting in the sunlight, Wang Han said with a smile. With a gentle wave of his hand, everyone automatically took flight and flew into the sky.
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