Chapter 1067: The World Needs Law Enforcers

There was no fear in their eyes, only a hint of regret and a heavy sense of embarrassment;

They peeked around to see which unlucky bastards had been caught just like them, noting them down one by one so that later, when others gossiped about them, they could loudly retort:

"So what! So-and-so was caught too! Isn't he even worse than me?"

A dozen Twilight Agency members were suspended in the air, countless vine tentacles dancing in the wind... Chen Ling watched this scene and silently gripped the Yesterday Revolver in his hand.

Unlike with Tian Huai, this time, facing the Farmer, no one could secretly tell Chen Ling his weakness. Moreover, the opponent was not of the Puppet God Path; just looking at his posture with the hoe, one could feel the power of his true form... It wouldn't be easy for a few juniors like them to land a shot with this bullet.

And the scene that followed next completely shattered the confidence of Jian Changsheng and the others.

A white-robed scholar emerged from the void with his hands behind his back. His figure was like ink bleeding onto paper, mysterious and quiet. With his appearance, a second Tier 8 pressure suddenly emerged.

Boom—!

A deafening roar sounded from the side, and a tall figure crashed through countless buildings, charging from the smoke and ruins like an unstoppable chariot.

The blood-stained black apron fluttered in the wind. The Butcher's narrow but oppressive eyes swept over the crowd. He tilted his head slightly, and the swirling gale blew away all the dust in the surroundings, making it difficult for everyone to even stand steady...

"This is bad," Sun Bumian, who was slumped on the ground, muttered.

Three Arbitrator Proxies, three Tier 8s, all gathered here!

Even if Chen Ling had the Yesterday Revolver, it was impossible to deal with three Arbitrator Proxies at once. If they joined forces, Chen Ling might not even have a chance to fire the gun... And their appearance meant that the Fire-Tamperers no longer wanted to delay. Whether it was the Twilight Agency or Chen Ling, they wanted to end this quickly.

The Butcher, the Scholar, and the Farmer were like three insurmountable mountains, completely sealing off everyone's path to survival...

Not to mention the Silver King who was approaching behind those three mountains.

"It's over... we've really messed up this time," Plum Blossom 7, hanging in the air like a rice dumpling, muttered to himself. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have come. The team-building is turning into a team-wipe..."

"Shut your crow's mouth!" Spade 8, beside him, glared at him.

"This is really troublesome now... The Red King hasn't appeared yet, and the 4 Kings are being held back by the Dao Foundation secret treasures... These three proxies standing here are like the Kings of Hell; who can take them down??"

"Jin Fugui! Aren't you good at divination? Why didn't you foresee this disaster before we came?"

"Exactly! Think of something!"

Jin Fugui said innocently, "I did divine before we came... but the hexagram wasn't that dangerous at all. It clearly said 'turning the tide' and 'finding good fortune in disaster'..."

"Turning the tide? Who can turn the tide at a time like this?"

"I'm just a charlatan, not omniscient! How the hell would I know???"

The "elimination remarks" of the Twilight Agency members couldn't penetrate the gale stirred up by the Butcher. Amidst the wailing, the daylight dimmed... This great battle had lasted from dawn until dusk.

The pressure of the three Tier 8s left the 6th generation and the Tongtian Star-rank members breathless. Zhao Yi looked at the three people in front of him, gritted his teeth, and walked silently to Chen Ling's side, lowering his voice:

"In a moment, I'll pull you onto Old Wolf's back. Old Wolf is very fast; we'll definitely find a way to get you out of here..."

Zhao Yi knew very well that they were no match for the three Arbitrator Proxies. At this point, he couldn't worry about the others... His mission was to save Chen Ling. If it really came to a fight, he and Old Wolf could only look after Chen Ling.

But when Chen Ling heard this, he just looked back at him with a faint smile on his lips:

"Don't worry, Zhao Yi... Things are far from reaching that point. The outcome of this war is yet to be seen..."

"Not at that point yet?" Zhao Yi's eyes widened. "If we don't run now, we'll be turned into ashes in a minute!"

Chen Ling shook his head.

"Calculating the time, it should be about right..."

Under the pressure of the three Tier 8s, Chen Ling walked forward slowly, his bright red opera robe dancing in the wind. His calm voice echoed in everyone's ears:

"...This performance has only just begun."

……

Domain Wall.

A black Law Enforcer trench coat stepped over the wreckage and blood, finally stopping in front of a dilapidated wall.

A long, slender spear had pierced through the entire thick domain wall, and on the surface of the wall, a headless body, also wearing a Law Enforcer trench coat, was pinned firmly in place...

No heartbeat, no breathing. Her tattered hem fluttered in the wind, emitting a wailing, residual sound, like a corpse forgotten in a corner.

"The one he asked me to save... turns out it was you."

Han Meng looked at the dilapidated corpse pinned to the wall, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Seeing the tragic state of this corpse, Han Meng's chest heaved slightly. Anger and killing intent spread in his eyes, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, as if in an ice cellar!

"Those Fire-Tamperers all think you're dead... Actually, the first time I saw you, I thought so too."

"No head, no heartbeat, no breathing, but even so, he was certain you were alive..." Han Meng slowly raised his hand and gripped the shaft of the spear.

"He was right... After all, you are the pillar of our Aurora Domain, the leader of the [Asura], the Chief Law Enforcer... If you were to die here like this, it would be too shameful for us Law Enforcers."

Han Meng's five fingers exerted more force. The [Judgment Court] unfolded around him, and the terrifying power was evenly distributed over the spear, which had been transformed from the [Star-Plucking] path, pulling it out of the corpse bit by bit...

Under the power of the Judgment Chief, the spear, which had been as stable as Mount Tai, actually began to tremble, and the tip slowly detached from Hong Xiu's corpse!

The obsession of the last Law Enforcer in the world, from the Far North Ruins.

As the spear was pulled away, one star point after another on the surface of the shaft dimmed, as if the [Asura] skill originally sealed within it was being extracted... And with a low roar from Han Meng, the last star on the spear also dimmed, and the entire shaft turned into starlight, crumbling into the void!

The headless corpse that had been pinned to the wall the whole time instantly lost its support and fell into the ruins with a thud...

Dust rose, and the world fell into dead silence.

This spear of the Silver King was transformed from the Thief God Path, and pulling it out was no simple matter... Han Meng's forehead was already covered in sweat, but his gaze remained fixed on the unresponsive corpse.

"You should wake up, Hong Xiu," Han Meng paused for a moment.

"This world... needs Law Enforcers."

I don't know how much time passed.

Under the dilapidated Law Enforcer trench coat, a slender, fair finger moved slightly.