Chapter 4 The Remaining Power

The four remaining members of the Dark Army walked out from the crowd, steadfastly following behind Old Man Luo.

Luo Yunshan cupped his fist towards Lin Wan'er's direction. "Specialist Lin, after this matter is concluded, I hope you can take care of the Luo family. Now that the main culprit has been dealt with, I hope you can show leniency to the unknowing younger generations of my clan for the sake of this old man."

Looking at those who stepped out of the ranks, even Mr. Jingde couldn't help but feel his eyes redden. "Not enough! Still not enough!"

"And me!"

Hearing this, Yao Shunyu turned his head abruptly, only to see Li Bai limping out. "Are you crazy? What are you doing here, a woman?" Yao Shunyu said, trying to push Li Bai back.

But Li Bai, who was swaying even while walking, had an unusually firm look in her eyes at this moment. She grabbed Yao Shunyu's wrist, squeezed it hard, and then forced a smile. "Sorry, I've kept it from you for so long, but I'm also a soldier."

"Hurry!" Mr. Jingde reminded. The gavel protecting them was being pulled by a powerful force and had begun to twist, showing signs of shattering.

"I won't have a chance to visit your hometown, but it doesn't matter. Everyone will go for me. You... you all have to be well." Li Bai bypassed Yao Shunyu and walked towards the edge of the protective barrier.

"Little girl, wait!" An old voice suddenly sounded from the ranks behind her.

Li Bai subconsciously turned her head, only to see an old man in Miao clothing walking out. This was a freelance expert recruited from the people. Li Bai remembered him; his ability, which resembled witchcraft, had performed well in the previous battles.

The old man now had a missing arm, the blood vessels tightly bound with a torn strip of cloth. His right ear had also been sliced off, and half of his cheek was covered in blood. "Little girl, I respect you, but the men here aren't all dead yet. It's not your turn to step up!"

The Miao elder raised his chin at Mr. Jingde. "Jingde, I won't hold against you for deceiving us into coming here, but I want to tell you that although we live in the countryside, we are also loyal to the country. Quan Xu and I are true men. Let this old man accompany you on this final journey!"

When the Miao elder also stepped into the ranks, Mr. Jingde slowly retreated, standing shoulder to shoulder with Old Man Luo and the Miao elder.

The force outside became stronger, and the protective barrier formed by the gavel began to crack. The situation became extremely critical.

"I leave the rest to you all!"

Mr. Jingde cupped his fist to the remaining people. The people behind him simultaneously clasped their hands in salute, and said in unison, "We leave it to you!"

Fatty and the others were in tears, choking and unable to speak. "Senior..."

The protective barrier formed by the gavel began to shrink. Soon, Mr. Jingde and those who had stepped out of the ranks left the range of the protective barrier. The huge pulling force instantly descended upon them. Each living person was torn apart like paper. The scene was so tragic it defied description.

But the shrinking protective barrier became more solid, and unexpectedly withstood the tearing. The fiery white light outside intensified until it swallowed everything.

After an unknown amount of time, with a "peng" sound, the outer protective barrier shattered like glass, but before the fragments could fall and cut anyone, they turned into twinkling crystals in mid-air.

Now the whole world was quiet. Looking around, all the remaining withered trees had disappeared, leaving no remains. Where the old man Quan Xu had stood, a huge pit had formed. The ground was sunken, and the top layer of soil seemed to have been dug away out of thin air.

Mr. Jingde and his group, as well as the Night Watchmen, had all disappeared. The whole world was frighteningly empty.

"What... what kind of weapon was that?" Someone asked in a trembling voice, but the question was destined to go unanswered.

The surviving group walked towards the giant pit. They wanted to confirm the final result, although everyone believed that under such an attack, the Old President had no chance of survival.

Standing at the edge of the giant pit and looking down, the scene inside was shocking. The giant pit was dozens of meters deep, and filled with a large amount of white mist, as if from rapid evaporation. Something vague was visible in the white mist, but it was impossible to see what it was.

However, Tang Qisheng, with the Dean's Blood Eyes, was stunned for a moment. He vaguely saw something standing in the center of the giant pit. "Someone! There is still someone in the center of the giant pit!"

"Who? The Old President?" Number Two's voice was already somewhat distorted. If he could survive such an attack, they really didn't know how to kill him. Perhaps they could only assume that the Old President was immortal.

"I don't know, I can't see clearly, but there is indeed a person standing there, um... maybe not a person, an inanimate object."

Hearing Tang Qisheng stammer, Number Thirteen became anxious. "Just tell me what that thing is doing!"

"It's not moving, that thing hasn't moved at all," Tang Qisheng added.

"Should... should a few of us go down and take a look?" One of the freelance experts who didn't seem too bright asked. His head had been broken, and he had simply bandaged it with medical gauze, looking like a large zongzi (rice dumpling).

"Sure, who should we choose to go? You go?" Number Thirteen rolled his eyes at him. He didn't like people who spoke without thinking.

Unexpectedly, the other party nodded and began to put down his backpack, then took out a roll of rope from it, preparing to tie it around his waist. Number Thirteen was surprised to find that the other party was serious and quickly stopped him. "Brother, brother, don't do this!"

This white mist enveloped everything below, and it didn't look right. Even more strangely, the white mist didn't move with the wind, but slowly spread outward like a living thing.

"Don't panic, I'll call my daddy out. Daddy said to look for him if we encounter trouble we can't solve." Wen Zhao took out a newspaper scroll from his arms.

Number Thirteen looked curiously at the boy who looked even younger than him, thinking that this child really cared for his father. He didn't call his father out when the battle situation was so critical just now, but waited until the fight was over and it was time to reward him before calling his father.

But Wen Zhao seemed to sense something, turned around, and looked at him with a complicated expression. Unexpectedly, the next words he said stunned everyone present. "Brother, it's not what you think. The reason I didn't ask Daddy for help before was because I knew what would happen next. I know you might not believe me when I say this, but I'm really not lying to you."

"You knew?" Jiang Cheng frowned. "How could you know?"

"I saw it on Daddy's newspaper before I came. The content on it was just like what just happened," Wen Zhao replied, looking up.

Jiang Cheng suddenly thought of something. The newspaper in Marquis Wangyan's hand seemed to have some ability to predict the future.

"Then why didn't you say it before?" Someone in the team questioned.

Wen Zhao shook his head, his expression becoming serious. "I can't say it. Daddy warned me that if I speak rashly, I might disrupt the karma."