Chapter 91 A Desperate Struggle: Can anyone really stop what's happening...?
How exactly did the situation change to this point?
Zhi Heng's expression was dark and unreadable. He frantically mobilized everything he could use. Jin Wanli's demonic power, the last bit of spiritual energy left in the wind, and the "grotto-heaven" he had left in Kunlun Palace in the past—which is now known as "folded space"—all became his weapons.
However, his left arm was already injured, and he had no way to deal with this cunning fighting style. He also knew that if he delayed any longer, the Super Management Bureau's backup would arrive.
Jin Wanli's body is still connected to the Supermarket Administration's communication equipment, which has several small green dots slowly approaching.
If it were "Xie Heng," he would still have a sliver of hope to distort the truth when facing Director Yang and others;
However, this was impossible for Jin Wanli. Despite his years of efforts, the humans in the Super Management Bureau had never truly trusted these non-human special operations colleagues.
They were all thinking about the bigger picture... so why have they ended up getting themselves into trouble today?
Alternatively, he could simply relinquish Jin Wanli's body. He had already connected with the Great Dao, and his soul, unlike ordinary people, did not need to rely on a fragile physical body. As long as his Dao remained, his spirit could coexist with it until the next person reached the same Dao.
In this day and age, "technique" is highly valued. No one is willing to spend years questioning themselves and communicating with heaven and earth like the ancient immortals of the past, let alone comprehend their Dao.
He could easily remain in the ancient Kunlun ruins as just his spirit. When someone else tries to set foot in the ancient Kunlun, he could then have the opportunity to change his identity and start over.
Can he...?
Zhiheng was breathing heavily, no longer able to maintain his aloof and dignified demeanor, and revealed a fierce look of desperation. On his face, he looked even more like a cornered beast with nowhere to run.
The two strongest demons in the world were locked in an extraordinary battle. Jin Wanli's demonic power was almost exhausted, and Jiu Su's attacks were also noticeably weaker, indicating that she was also at her limit.
No, he thought.
In any case, he didn't want to go back to being a wandering ghost.
Being a wandering ghost is too cold. The world is like a furnace, and he seems to be forever separated by a layer of glass, gazing at the flames inside. No matter how it burns, it has nothing to do with him.
The accumulated wind and snow of the Kunlun Mountains did not make him feel cold, nor did the sunshine during the day or the campfire at night bring him any warmth. He could not feel the cold or warmth of this world, so he could only endure the cold rising from the depths of his soul alone, year after year.
In life, he commanded immense influence and influence. But in death, he had no one to talk to, nothing to do, and even if he wanted to cultivate or temper his soul, the depletion of spiritual energy made it impossible…
Wouldn't that drive someone crazy?
No wonder he wasn't the only one who attained enlightenment, yet very few people relied on the Great Dao to preserve their spirit.
Fortunately, he still had a sliver of conviction; otherwise, he would probably have long since vanished into the vastness of the world in the eternal cold and solitude.
Xie Heng's mortal body was too fragile, and at first, Zhi Heng didn't think anything of it.
He had only lost his cultivation over the years. He was already very satisfied to be able to encounter the snow of Kunlun Mountain again and feel warmth. He could barely accept being an ordinary person.
In today's world, cultivation is not very useful; one's knowledge and wisdom are the most important.
However, decades passed, and this body, now in its forties, having indeed died once in its youth, gradually became increasingly weak. Only then did Zhiheng realize the many inconveniences—in his previous life, when he possessed cultivation, he was in his prime at this age, so how could he be growing so tired and weak day after day?
Fortunately, his plan is nearing completion. The deep-seated resentment between humans and demons has been completely ignited, and it seems that after this incident, the lives of demons will be completely in the hands of humans.
The only things that happened were the sudden appearance of his disciple from his previous life, and the demon king he thought was long dead...
Just as he was having a headache over this, Jiu Su actually put on the restraints herself and entrusted her life and death to Shu Qing, who had long forgotten everything, which can be said to have solved his biggest problem.
He thought that this was just how monsters were; they called themselves demon kings, yet they were just as stupid and foolish.
Once Shu Qing awakens her memories of her past life, they will revert to being mortal enemies. Let them settle their scores and fight each other to the death.
As for Shu Qing recognizing him, there's no need to worry, because he won't appear in front of Shu Qing at all. The only person she should be able to see is Jiu Su, her old enemy.
Once they both perish, everything will end. There will be no more demon kings or uncontrollable ancient immortals in this world. He can take over the body of Jin Wanli, this young great demon, and then retire to a place outside of human society.
But why did it turn out this way? Could it be that the deep-seated hatred from their past lives wasn't enough to make them turn against each other?
"I'm not feeling well right now..." Shu Qing gasped for breath, feeling the sword in her hand weigh a ton, each thrust requiring all her strength, almost like a chaotic hacking motion. "What about you?"
Jiu Su only regretted that the two of them were now two souls squeezed together, and couldn't roll their eyes at her—that's a good question. They were now sharing a body, and the power of this demon body was exhausted. She asked him if he could still do it.
He silently took control of his body, and Shu Qing's soul shrank back. She breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where are Director Yang and the others? How much longer until they arrive?"
Amidst her busy schedule, Jiu Su glanced at her communication device: the little green dot representing her teammates was rapidly approaching. However, Kunlun Mountain was simply too vast, and they had already spent almost a day in that secluded shrine. Her teammates were already miles away, and at this point, distant water could hardly quench a nearby fire.
"The Super Management Bureau should be renamed the 'Super Slow-Paced Bureau'," Shu Qing understood the logic, but couldn't help but feel angry, "It's only a tiny bit faster than a tortoise!"
Jiu Su sighed silently, barely dodging the blade that had solidified from Zhi Heng's cold wind. Her white clothes were stained with blood, and both of them looked extremely disheveled. It didn't look like a magical duel, but rather like a hand-to-hand fight.
Shu Qing only paused for a moment before replacing Jiu Su again—Jiu Su's unscrupulous tactic had obvious advantages, but everything has its pros and cons. This tactic suited Shu Qing, but it wasn't compatible with Jiu Su's usual style. Relying on his abundant demonic power, he always fought swiftly and decisively, and would never engage in a prolonged battle.
If he were to take matters into his own hands, the outcome would be decided within fifteen minutes: either Zhi Heng would be stabbed to death by him, or he would die amidst Zhi Heng's various preparations. Judging from the current battle situation, the latter is probably more likely.
Shu Qing glanced at her communication device again. This time, she was speechless: the device had inexplicably lost connection again, and the circle of small green dots that had been clearly visible on the screen had all vanished, leaving her completely unable to know where her teammates were.
The sound that came out was a chaotic electronic noise, and no clue could be made.
"Ah—" Tu Nan painfully pressed his head against the wall of the Super Management Bureau. This communication system had gone beyond the scope of "fixing bugs." It kept breaking down after being repaired. It would run for a few hours and then break down again. It seemed that the machine had also learned to slack off at work without being taught.
Everyone looked grim. Tu Nan was a programmer who was oblivious to everything else and focused solely on code. He couldn't care about anything except expanding capacity and emergency repairs. The others, however, were not like that.
Every time the system crashes, it means that a large amount of information is flooding into the Super Management Bureau's communication system, indicating that a large-scale abnormal event has occurred somewhere. In just two days, the situation has become so turbulent that it is out of control.
Every day, the news reports new casualty figures. The places where the extraordinary events have occurred are devastating, and people in places where they haven't yet experienced such events don't know when it will be their turn. Everyone is filled with fear and anxiety.
Hospitals in major cities are almost overflowing, and doctors are working day and night without a moment's peace.
Shu Tong, a retired doctor, bravely returned to work amidst the raging flames of war. Before leaving, Jiu Su gave each of them a protective amulet. Due to time constraints, it wasn't as exquisitely crafted as Shu Qing's amulet, but the quality was still good, enough to block two or three bursts of extraordinary energy.
If anyone were even slightly less attractive, Jiu Su would have no choice but to personally throw them a grand wedding.
But then again... if he were a real person, he wouldn't be able to produce this talisman.
Shu Tong banished the fleeting thoughts from her mind and continued to focus on the treatment, ignoring the stray strand of hair that had fallen out of her medical cap.
A few hours ago, another monster inexplicably went out of control in the suburbs of the capital. It was highly poisonous, and people with various organ failures were being brought in in droves. There weren't enough ambulances to go around, and they were running around frantically on the empty streets.
The hospital was so busy that it was almost dark. Shu Tong felt a burning pain in her throat. When she checked the time, she realized that she hadn't had a drop of water for six hours.
She sighed, cleared her throat forcefully, and said in a broken bellows-like voice, "...to be hospitalized."
"But the inpatient ward is already full!"
Shu Tong rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. This was a critically ill patient in his sixties, whose organ indicators were already poor, and now he was also poisoned. She couldn't afford to be careless without keeping a close eye on him. "Turnover?"
“It won’t work, Director Shu,” the doctor next to her blurted out rapidly, “There’s really no other way. We’ve sent all the mild cases home, and the inpatient ward is full of severe cases. We don’t have enough beds or staff! Besides—”
He didn't say what he meant next, but Shu Tong knew perfectly well: Besides, this was only the second day, and nobody knew how long the trouble caused by these supernatural beings would last. What if more disasters struck?
The elderly patient, wheeled in, seemed quite philosophical. She weakly waved her hand—actually, just a couple of gentle shakes—and said, "Never mind, doctor. I'm already so old..."
Shu Tong gave her a disapproving look: Can a person's life be divided into noble and lowly based on age?
“…Normally, spending a little more ‘medical resources’ wouldn’t be a problem,” the old man continued weakly. “But now…is this normal? Human lives…in times of peace, they’re all the same. But when chaos breaks out, some people’s lives become worthless…”
The middle-aged woman who brought the old man squatted down and wailed loudly. The small clinic room was transformed into a scene of life and death, filled with crying and sorrow, like a living hell.
Shu Tong was an experienced doctor who had long been accustomed to such scenes, but at this moment, she couldn't help but pray: she hoped that someone could stop everything that was happening behind the scenes.
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