# 332
Chapter 332 – We Are Your Calamity
Several kilometres outside the Purification Chamber.
An illusory carriage sped across the waves, racing straight for the prison!
Inside the carriage, Master Chen sat in a small courtyard, gently swirling a teacup, his brows knitted tight.
An hour ago he had been leisurely tasting tea in the finest teahouse of Huaihai City, chatting about life with the proprietress, when he suddenly sensed the “mindscape” he’d left inside the Purification Chamber shatter. Realising something terrible had happened, he grabbed his cup and rushed back.
The distance between Huaihai City and the Purification Chamber was vast; even the Master had needed nearly an hour. A supersonic fighter might not have beaten this carriage.
But Master Chen knew that anyone who could break his mindscape was no common thug—this was a planned assault on the prison.
A lot can happen in an hour…
He was anxious, terrified he’d arrive to find the Purification Chamber gone.
“Faster,” he ordered the page driving the carriage.
“Master, this is already the limit…” the boy replied, voice quavering as he gripped the reins.
Master Chen sighed.
Suddenly he sensed something; his brows rose and he gave a soft exclamation. With a flick of his fingers he sent the teacup whistling out the window, through the mindscape, smashing into empty air!
Bang—!!
The cup shattered space itself, revealing three figures knocked off balance!
A red welt bulged on Second Seat’s forehead where the cup had struck. Clutching it, he stared at the carriage in shock, mind racing.
“Didn’t they say the Master was at death’s door? How did he spot us?” Fourth Seat blurted.
Second Seat pondered. “Even wounded, the Master’s perception remains. He saw our ambush and struck first to hide his weakness…”
Fourth Seat’s eyes lit up. “A bluff?”
“Exactly!” Fifth Seat declared, excitement blazing. “Why else throw a teacup instead of a real attack? Who uses crockery as a weapon?
Lord Yiyu’s intel was right—when a Human Apex resorts to bluffs, he’s on his last breath!
The chance to revive the Believers is in our hands!”
Laughing, he rode the wind to hover before the halted carriage, arrogance dripping:
“Master Chen, stop pretending. Meeting us today is the calamity you cannot escape, ha-ha-ha…”
Inside, Master Chen stared at the trio, half amused, half furious.
“Believers? Have they lost their minds, daring to trouble me…?”
He rose slowly; the carriage’s mindscape expanded, swallowing ten li in an instant. The surging sea vanished, replaced by a fragrant ancient Chinese garden.
Creak—!
The carriage door opened; the white-robed Master stepped out, eyes sweeping the three Believers as the pressure of a Human Apex crashed down.
“Since you seek death, I’ll oblige…”
The smiles on their faces froze.
…
Purification Chamber, main gate.
The furious battle had quieted; corpses littered the ground, blood trickling into the dark earth, dyeing it crimson.
Lin Qiye, Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan.
Each fought in his own way, yet moved with seamless teamwork.
Cao Yuan in berserk mode was a rampaging warrior, carving gap after gap, pinning half the enemy force alone.
Baili Pangpang, armed with forbidden artefacts, could fight, finish off foes, retreat, or lock down enemies for Cao Yuan—his battlefield control was terrifying.
Lin Qiye was a shadow-dwelling reaper, coldly harvesting lives…
Their coordination came from training camp; even after more than a year, they moved as one, tighter than ever.
An Qingyu, though never fighting beside them before, slipped perfectly into the system thanks to his freakish grasp of tactics.
Lin Qiye pulled his Straight Blade from a prisoner; his blue-striped patient’s garb was now scarlet. Wiping blood from his cheek, he surveyed the field.
Of the original fifty-odd prisoners, barely a dozen remained, most devoid of fight, shrinking back.
The brave, the strong, the fierce were already dead; only cowards were left.
At every step Lin Qiye took forward, the survivors retreated, eyes wide with terror—they’d been broken.
“No one wants to charge anymore?” He halted, pointing at the gate behind him. “Weren’t you going to break out? Don’t you want freedom?”
They shuffled two steps farther, gulping, palms slick with sweat.
“Heh-heh-heh…”
A maniacal chuckle came from the side—berserk Cao Yuan stalking toward them, blade in hand…
The sound snapped the last thread of their courage; they shrieked and fled like startled rabbits.
The murderous Cao Yuan had become their nightmare.
“N-no thanks… we never really wanted to escape…”
“Yeah! We just followed the crowd!”
“I didn’t kill anyone! I only watched—please!”
“Boss Lin! I’m just a thief who stole a forbidden artefact—I haven’t done anything evil! I don’t wanna die!”
“…”
Voices cracked and wept from the huddle.