Chapter 1622: Withdrawal of Troops

Half an hour later.

Most of Fengtian City had been reduced to rubble.

Chen Xuanba and Silver Armor had been locked in a bitter struggle for a long time. Both possessed incredibly powerful physiques, with their strength and defensive capabilities pushed to the absolute limit.

In the beginning, Chen Xuanba had seized the initiative by exploiting Silver Armor's misjudgment of him.

But killing an Enhancement-type ability user whose power rivaled your own was easier said than done.

Once Enhancement-type Transcendents reached the Black Chariot tier, both their physical defense and self-healing abilities became utterly terrifying.

Chen Xuanba had unleashed his killing move with the Military Dao Killing Fist right from the start, nearly punching straight through Silver Armor's chest.

Yet Silver Armor simply took less than a minute to completely heal his injuries.

The two of them, like a pair of humanoid behemoths, engaged in a brutally desperate close-quarters brawl across Fengtian City.

By now, both bore over a hundred wounds on their bodies, many of them in vital areas.

Silver Armor's chest was marked with seven deep fist impressions, the terrifying concavity so severe that one would think his internal organs had been shattered.

Meanwhile, Chen Xuanba's green military greatcoat had been torn to shreds, exposing his bare upper body.

A gruesome wound ran diagonally from his left shoulder all the way down to his right abdomen, a single slash that had nearly split him in two.

Yet despite sustaining such severe injuries, Chen Xuanba still stood firmly with both legs planted on the ground, his gaze as sharp as a blade fixed on Silver Armor.

"Boom!"

...

"Boom!"

...

The fighting in the distance continued, the fierce clash between Han Shanzuo leading the Fierce Tiger Guards and the Mist Valley warriors.

Silver Armor stared at the man before him and let out a muffled grunt.

"Hmph... it seems taking this city is no longer possible."

He raised his head to glance at the sky, then looked back at Chen Xuanba, extending his thick right arm and pointing his razor-sharp claws at him.

"You're quite impressive! You've shown me that the humans of this world are far stronger than I imagined!"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Chen Xuanba's mouth.

"The battle isn't over yet! When you die by my hand, that's when you'll truly understand how strong I am!"

His clenched fists once again radiated black light. The [Cease Strife] ability was actually least effective when confronting Enhancement-type Transcendents, but that was only relatively speaking. Its corrosion on the flesh was just as horrifying.

"That's enough for today!"

Unexpectedly, Silver Armor suddenly spoke those words.

Chen Xuanba furrowed his brow. He had no idea what Silver Armor was planning.

"Human, I'll remember you! We will meet again."

After leaving those words, Silver Armor gave Chen Xuanba a long, deep look, as if committing this man's image to memory.

Then he suddenly soared into the air and flew off into the distance.

At the same time, the entire Mist Valley force seemed to receive some kind of summons, withdrawing from the battlefield all at once.

They carried the corpses of their fallen comrades and followed Silver Armor's path into the sky.

The Black-White Commander looked at Han Shanzuo before him and likewise spoke: "Consider yourselves lucky. But next time, you might not be so fortunate!"

"The time left for you... is running short."

The Black-White Commander's words seemed to carry some hidden meaning, but Han Shanzuo, already on the verge of exhaustion, had no energy to dwell on them.

Because if not for the sudden arrival of the National Protection Army, Fengtian City would have already been annihilated.

Even as the Mist Valley forces departed, they still appeared so composed. In contrast, within Fengtian City, the ground was littered with the corpses of human warriors.

Han Shanzuo stood in the biting wind, raising his head to look at the sky. He slowly closed his eyes, his face twisting in anguish as he cursed: "God f*cking damn it!"

On the other side, Chen Xuanba gazed at the departing Mist Valley forces, his eyes as sharp as an unsheathed military blade.

Compared to Han Shanzuo's anguish, his gaze carried far more fury!

But he chose not to pursue them, because right now, the devastated Fengtian City could not withstand any further blows.

And his duty as a reinforcement had already been fulfilled.

Behind him, a soldier hurried over with a military greatcoat and draped it over his shoulders.

Chen Xuanba put on his broad military cap, pulled the brim low, and said in a deep voice: "One day, I'll storm right into your damn lair and wipe every last one of you bastards out!"

Officers from the Command Center rushed over and expressed their heartfelt gratitude to Chen Xuanba.

"Lord Zhuanxu, thank you so much for your support! Please, follow me. Commander Ji wishes to personally express his appreciation!"

In response to the Northeast Region officer's attitude, Chen Xuanba waved his hand dismissively with cold indifference.

"Let's skip those meaningless formalities for now! You still have plenty to deal with on your end, and we need to get back to the border line as soon as possible!"

With that, he led his National Protection Army soldiers past the Northeast Region officers and marched forward.

The roar of engines rumbled from the sky as a Fu-12 armed helicopter landed in front of him. Chen Xuanba stepped aboard and departed without looking back.

...

Reports from every region had been streaming into the Shengjing district.

Across the entire Huaxu Nation, aside from the Southwest Region and the Shengjing district, the other four major regions had all suffered powerful assaults.

Shengjing's top brass, including the two peak combat forces [Houtu] and [Ksitigarbha King], remained on high alert through the dead of night, not daring to let their guard down in the slightest.

Because the Mist Valley forces struck with terrifying speed, there was every possibility they could launch a surprise attack directly on Shengjing City!

Heavy snow fell.

Snowflakes drifted down like goose feathers. The accumulated snow outside the Earth God Temple was already over a meter deep. Tomorrow, this massive plaza would once again take a long time to clear.

Guan Longyue stood outside the temple gates in a black cloak. Thanks to the combat suit underneath, she had no fear of the minus eighty degrees Celsius cold outside.

Her pitch-black eyes held no warmth whatsoever, possessing an unfathomable, abyssal darkness that no one could see through. She simply stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.

At her side, there were no guards whatsoever. Only one figure accompanied her: a tall, upright young man in white robes, [Ksitigarbha King] Shang Daowen.

The two had been waiting for a long time beneath the wind-battered eaves of the Earth God Temple in the blizzard.

Guan Longyue slowly spoke: "Why haven't they appeared yet?"

"The East Sea, Northeast, Northwest, and Jiangnan. Four regions were attacked in succession. If their goal is to overthrow the Huaxu Nation, then this place should have been their primary target."

Shang Daowen furrowed his brow slightly. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, his features sharp and cold as if carved by a blade, yet whenever he was beside Guan Longyue, a faint, barely perceptible smile always tugged at the corner of his lips.

Following Guan Longyue's gaze, he swept his eyes across the plaza ahead. In his mind, every movement within the entire Earth God Temple, and even the whole of Shengjing's inner city, was fully within his grasp.

"Perhaps... they're afraid."