Chapter 1058: Fusion Faction Enters

Thud-thud—thud-thud—

The roar echoed in the Wuji Domain. The Twilight Society members, who were scattered and fleeing everywhere, looked up at the distance simultaneously.

Seven giant disasters emitting terrifying auras tore through the domain wall, the rolling dust blocking out the sky and sun. At this moment, anyone in any corner of the Wuji Domain could see the hideous giant shadows slowly moving out of the thick smoke.

"No..."

"What the hell is that???"

The Twilight Society members widened their eyes, thinking it was already hard enough to avoid the four Judgment Proxies, so why was there a disaster invasion?

But after thinking about it carefully, they weren't panicked anymore... After all, this was the Wuji Domain, the territory of the Fire-Tamperers. Even if a disaster invasion occurred, they were the ones who should be most troubled.

Facts proved that their conjecture was correct.

The moment the edge of the domain was breached by the disaster, the expressions of the four Judgment Proxies and the Fire-Tamperers changed. They looked at the giant shadows in the thick smoke in shock, their hearts sinking to the bottom...

The butcher and that Eighth Rank Book God Path even gave up chasing the Twilight Society members and rushed toward the direction of the disaster invasion simultaneously.

The wild wind whistled past their ears. The closer they got to the churning smoke and dust, the more the surrounding temperature dropped, as if a cold current from the depths of the Forbidden Sea had seeped into their bones.

"Disaster invasion... why at this time?" The Book God Path muttered to himself.

"Something is strange." The butcher said in a deep voice. "A normal disaster invasion should be launched by a certain disaster territory, and all disasters should be of the same category... But the auras of these disasters in front of us don't seem to be the same."

"You mean..."

Hum—!!

A bone-chilling cold current, like a dragon’s breath, surged out from the smoke and dust. The broken high walls and the Wuji earth were all stained with a layer of mirror-like frost...

Seven huge shadows slowly took shape from the cold tide and smoke. A mysterious figure wearing a hood was standing on the skull of the leading skeletal gray wolf. The mirror-like frost staining the earth was spreading from his body.

Faint white mist drifted from the corners of his mouth, which were branded with curse marks, and a pair of sharp, mirrored white eyes locked onto the butcher and the Book God Path.

Not seven disasters... but eight?

The butcher’s brow furrowed tightly. He examined the "human" standing on the skull of the skeletal gray wolf. From his posture and appearance, the other party was undoubtedly a human, but he had no human aura at all, instead emitting a disaster scent that had never been recorded... It was a mysterious disaster that did not belong to any of the "World-Ending" subordinates.

"No... is it the Fusion Faction?" The Book God Path seemed to realize something. "But isn't the Fusion Faction always low-key and mysterious? Why would they attack the domain at this time?"

"Could it be..."

The butcher had a bad premonition.

"Where is Chen Ling?" Zhao Yi’s cold voice sounded in the frost and snow.

The butcher and the Book God Path’s hearts sank simultaneously... Sure enough, they were here to find Chen Ling again.

"The Fusion Faction also wants to intervene in the affairs of the Wuji Domain?" The butcher held the boning knife, a grim cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Chen Ling’s business is the Fusion Faction’s business. If you want to kill Chen Ling, you are provoking the entire Fusion Faction." Zhao Yi sneered, raised his fingertip, and pointed to the domain beneath his feet,

"I don't care what Wuji or Fire-Tamperer you are... why don't you ask the domain beneath your feet how many disaster invasions it can withstand?"

The butcher and the Book God Path’s expressions were extremely ugly.

"Saint Son, I smell the scent of 'World-Ending'." The skeletal gray wolf’s voice sounded in Zhao Yi’s ear.

Zhao Yi couldn't be bothered to waste time with these two Judgment Proxies. He waved his hand lightly,

"Go."

The next moment, the six disasters behind him erupted simultaneously. The giant monsters, as tall as mountains, directly trapped the butcher and the Book God Path.

Zhao Yi leaned down and grabbed the skeletal white skull. The latter turned suddenly, and while the two Judgment Proxies were being besieged, it sprinted flexibly toward the depths of the Wuji Domain like a galloping white lightning bolt!

After getting far away from the battlefield, Zhao Yi looked back, wiping the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear:

"Damn it... two Eighth Ranks? They didn't say there were such fierce guys in Wuji before coming here?"

"Saint Son, there are more than two such powerhouses in the Wuji Domain." The gray wolf sniffed. "There are eight Eighth Ranks here... no... it seems to be nine? There is one whose scent can barely be smelled anymore."

"Then can they beat those two Eighth Ranks?"

Zhao Yi looked at the six disasters fighting with the two Judgment Proxies and asked with some worry.

"They can't." The gray wolf answered decisively. "But they should be able to drag it out for a while..."

"How long is a while?"

"Five or six minutes? In any case, we must find Chen Ling as soon as possible."

Zhao Yi sighed with some worry.

The Fusion Faction entrusted him with the task of rescuing Chen Ling and let him take these seven experts, which was enough to prove how much they valued him... If these people were all lost in the Wuji Domain, it would be a significant loss for the Fusion Faction, and Zhao Yi wouldn't easily forgive himself.

"Don't sigh, Saint Son." The skeletal gray wolf paused for a moment. "At least, your chuunibyou speech just now really scared them quite a bit."

Zhao Yi: ...

……

"Fusion Faction???"

Under the stage, the Silver King really couldn't hold it anymore. He looked at the Red King, wishing he could swallow him alive. "Not just the Fire-Tamperers, the Tian Shu Domain... you actually even factored in the Fusion Faction?"

The Silver King was almost going crazy with frustration. He thought his layout was perfect enough and that he had plenty of pawns, but every time he made a move, the Red King could always counter-kill him from an angle he didn't expect.

Mobilizing the Tian Shu Lord, inciting Lou Yu to rebel, and bringing in the law enforcement officers had already caused the Silver King to gradually break down, and the Fusion Faction, which had killed its way in at just the right time, dealt a heavy blow to his arrogant confidence...

Red King, is your planning truly so flawless to this extent?

"That is why your vision is too narrow... You only see what you want to see, while ignoring the other chess players hidden in the shadows." The Red King raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair unhurriedly. His gaze drifted toward a certain point in the void.

"Whether it's you or the human realms, the low profile of the Fusion Faction has made all of you subconsciously ignore its existence... But in reality, its power exceeds everyone's imagination."

"An academic faction kicked out by the Nine Sovereigns for researching humans and Calamities—how much power could they possibly have?" The Silver King snorted coldly. "At the very least, there are no demigods among them."

The Red King smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

His eyes remained fixed on the void, his gaze seemingly piercing through time and space to watch Zhao Yi on the back of the Skeletal Pale Wolf, as if lost in deep thought.

"The Fusion Faction, huh..." the Red King muttered to himself.

"Perhaps, they would indeed be more suitable."