Chapter 1560: Lord Wuji vs. Annihilation Angel

Hearing Shen Qingzhu's voice, Lord Wuji's eyes narrowed slightly.

By now, his body had finished repairing itself, and the six red marks on his forehead, like soul flowers blooming in the material world, were emitting a captivating shimmer.

He was not afraid of the angelic pressure in the sky at all and sneered:

"I'd like to see just how much you, this outsider... are really worth."

Lord Wuji's aura traveled down his legs, covering the land of the Civilization Embers beneath his feet, and in an instant, it enveloped a vast area.

The next second, those material ruins from the former Gray World seemed to welcome their master... Buildings, streets, signs, submarines, mahjong machines, fighter jets, hills... all tangible matter seemed to be transformed into a surging ocean of materials, with ripples spreading continuously from Lord Wuji as the center.

Under Lord Wuji's control, these things deconstructed, transformed, and reshaped. In an instant, thick, wild steel giant cannon barrels "grew" directly out of the earth!

And each cannon barrel was loaded with an embedded nuclear warhead. The appearance of these weapons had no technological lag; their birth, launch, and detonation were all within Lord Wuji's single thought.

How many such cannon barrels covered the area around Lord Wuji?

The knights at the edge of the Eternal Realm could no longer count them... Thirty thousand? Fifty thousand, one hundred thousand? Looking down from high altitude, they only felt as if the entire earth had been transformed into a hornet's nest by Lord Wuji. Countless dark, hollow muzzles were aimed at the six-winged figure that blotted out the sky and sun. This was a desperate counterattack from ground combat!

"Fire," Lord Wuji said faintly.

Boom, boom, boom, boom—!!!

Amidst the deafening roar, dense trails of fire rushed toward the sky. This carpet-bombing of tens of thousands of nuclear missiles could have easily destroyed a small or medium-sized country before the Great Cataclysm.

Shen Qingzhu looked at the overwhelming barrage of missiles flying toward him and subconsciously raised his hand, feeling around on his body as if searching for something...

"Tsk, no cigarettes."

Shen Qingzhu sighed.

Facing such a formation, he wished he could light one up... It was just a pity that after staying in the Civilization Embers for so long, the cigarettes he had brought were long gone.

Although regretful, Shen Qingzhu had no choice. His gaze returned to the tens of thousands of "stars" coming from the earth, and he slowly raised his hand...

He snapped his fingers.

Snap—!!

The swirling snow dancing in the sky suddenly froze.

Along with it, the tens of thousands of nuclear weapons that were about to touch Shen Qingzhu were also frozen. Their scorching exhaust flames seemed to have all their energy drained, gradually dimming and extinguishing...

The next second, the nuclear weapons at the very front seemed to be permeated by some force, deconstructing and collapsing from within, silently exploding into flakes of ash-like snow that drifted down from the sky.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

Not a single nuclear weapon was successfully detonated. Every one of these weapons that approached Shen Qingzhu became ash-like snow without exception.

In an instant,

the Civilization Embers were filled with swirling snow.

Lord Wuji saw the sky-filling snow falling like thick clouds, and a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes... Even he could not analyze what Shen Qingzhu had just done. How could tens of thousands of nuclear weapons instantly turn from deadly weapons into snow filling the sky?

Millions upon millions of thick snowflakes pressed down from the sky, so dense it was suffocating.

Before Lord Wuji could recover, a voice sounded slowly from behind him:

"It's over."

At some point, the gray angel's figure had already appeared amidst the suffocating snow.

Lord Wuji didn't have time to make any move before a palm pierced through his body from behind, bursting out from his chest!

Lord Wuji's body shook violently!

The slender, fair fingers were not stained with a single drop of blood. Behind Lord Wuji, Shen Qingzhu's gaze remained as calm as water... The fingers that had pierced through his chest lifted gently, and he snapped his fingers again.

Snap—!

Under Lord Wuji's astonished gaze, his body turned bit by bit into snow filling the sky, dissipating with the wind.

Shen Qingzhu remained in the state of having just snapped his fingers, standing quietly on the spot. It was only after Lord Wuji's figure had completely disappeared without a trace that he slowly withdrew his palm.

In the blizzard that blotted out the sky, he reached into his bosom again, wanting to find a cigarette, but once again, he grasped at nothing.

"I wonder if Chen Ling brought me any..."

He sighed softly.

The six wings behind Shen Qingzhu gradually retracted, and he stepped toward the nearby Eternal Realm...

However, he had only taken a few steps when he seemed to notice something.

He gave a light "huh" and looked down at his feet...

He saw that on the ruins of the earth, massive, gem-like marks were lighting up one after another, like a flower blooming in silence...

At the same time, the earth beneath his feet seemed to come alive, beginning to rustle and reorganize amidst the tremors!

The earth bloomed with ravines, like the fine wrinkles at the corner of a human eye... A mountain range as straight as a nose bridge rose up not far away, and two deep, calm "lakes" appeared between the cracked rocks on the other side... The water in the "lakes" swayed and rotated, and beneath them, two black deep islands slowly turned toward the direction where Shen Qingzhu was.

Looking down from the Eternal Realm at this moment, a human face was gradually emerging on the earth of the Civilization Embers!

It was Lord Wuji's face!

The faint light of the Philosopher's Stone flickered continuously. With the support of his immortal soul, as long as there was matter nearby, he could continuously reshape and be reborn...

This was the "infinity" that belonged to Lord Wuji!

Seeing this face beneath his feet, Shen Qingzhu's expression gradually darkened.

"I admit..."

"You are more troublesome than that human-skin Calamity who learned to speak."

……

Eternal Realm, alleyway.

Tian Xiaochen cautiously poked his head out from the wall. Seeing a squad of knights patrolling past the entrance of the Eternal Palace, he sighed and squatted back into the corner.

At the same time, the sound of successive explosions echoed vaguely in the distance, though it was impossible to determine which direction they were coming from.

"What on earth is happening in the Eternal Realm?"

"Why is there constant rumbling?"

Tian Xiaochen couldn't help but ask.

A moment later, Chen Ling's voice sounded slowly:

"It's not the Eternal Realm... The rumbling is coming from below."

"Below?"

The figure draped in theatrical robes stood behind Tian Xiaochen like a ghost, his ruby-like eyes looking down at the ground beneath his feet... His gaze seemed to be able to pierce through the layers of barriers and see the grand and intense battlefield below.

Tian Xiaochen also mimicked him, looking down, but could only see neat floor tiles.

"Is someone fighting down there?"

"Mm."

"Which side is going to win?"

Chen Ling was silent for a long time, "...Hard to say."