# 749
Chapter 749
The Disaster of Plague saw his virus trapped by An Qingyu, his expression darkening.
Of course, as an Oracle Envoy, this cloud of mist was not his only means. There were ten thousand ways for disease to kill.
He raised his arm, about to do something, when a figure in a deep blue Han robe crashed through the purple mist like lightning,稳稳地 landing before him.
Jialan pressed the button on the black box, and a golden spear弹射而出 from it, steadily landing in her hand.
She gripped the Celestial Gate, her black hair swaying gently in the wind, her eyes fixed on the Disaster of Plague, battle intent surging:
"Come." She smiled. "Try it. Can your virus kill me?"
Boom—!
Her feet slammed against the ground, her form shooting forward like lightning, the golden spear in her hand thrusting toward the Disaster of Plague. A thick pillar of golden light erupted forth, piercing through the dead silence of the night and illuminating a corner of the darkness.
...
On another side.
The Disaster of Locusts surveyed the chaotic battlefield, his brow slightly furrowing. He flicked his sleeve in the air, and密密麻麻的 venomous insects crawled out from within his body, spreading outward at an alarming rate. Just as they were about to infiltrate the battlefield, a crisp snapping sound echoed.
Snap—!
The surrounding air was rapidly separated and compressed. A burst of sparks flew.
The next moment, a blazing sphere of fire like a burning sun bloomed beneath the night sky, and all the venomous insects on the ground were instantly engulfed in the sea of flames! A figure stood calmly in the center of the inferno, raising his right hand and snapping his fingers once more.
Snap—!
A vacuum wall descended, and the surrounding flames were extinguished in an instant.
Shen Qingzhu wore a flowing cloud feather garment, standing in the only vacuum space of the battlefield, his eyes fixed intently on the Disaster of Locusts, utterly cold.
His surroundings weren't entirely vacuum—Shen Qingzhu could already, through precise control of his ability, condense air bubbles one after another within the vacuum, allowing him to breathe while also transmitting sound through the bubbles.
He stared at the Disaster of Locusts and spoke calmly:
"This morning I failed to kill you. Now... I've come to take your head."
"My head?" The Disaster of Locusts sneered. "With you?"
"Of course... not."
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Shen Qingzhu's mouth.
A red-robed figure plummeted from the sky like a shooting star!
Boom!!
That figure landed behind Shen Qingzhu, the crimson robe dancing in the wind. The Disaster of Locusts turned his head in confusion, and upon seeing that familiar face, his pupils constricted!
"Disaster of Fire?! How is this possible?!"
Standing behind Shen Qingzhu was the original Fourth Oracle Envoy, the "Disaster of Fire"!
After the battle in Osaka, the Disaster of Fire was slain by Lin Qiye's own hands. Subsequently, the Disaster of War initiated a reconstruction program within Pure Land, creating a new body for the Disaster of Fire.
Using Pure Land's scientific technology, they could completely copy the Disaster of Fire's soul consciousness from the cloud into the new body, achieving a complete resurrection... But before the Disaster of Fire's body could be fully reconstructed, An Qingyu and Jiang Er seized control of Pure Land.
The Oracle Envoys never got the chance to upload the Disaster of Fire's original consciousness.
In other words...
What remained in Pure Land was a "Disaster of Fire" without self-awareness, controlled only through Hazuki's automatic control system! And "Hazuki" had been completely annihilated by Jiang Er.
So now, controlling the Fourth Oracle Envoy... was Jiang Er!
"Surprised? Shocked?" The Disaster of Fire's lips curved upward, and from his left eye, a red ring of light flickered as Jiang Er's voice emerged. "The gift you left me, I like it very much.
I'll use his fire to burn Pure Land to ashes."
Jiang Er's voice faded. The controlled Disaster of Fire slowly raised his hand, and searing lines of fire凝聚而出 in the air. The temperature of the surrounding environment soared!
The Disaster of Locusts' expression immediately soured!
...
The three Oracle Envoys clashed with six members of the Night Watch squad.
Each Oracle Envoy was capable of matching a Klein-level powerhouse, but on the Night Watch side, only Baili Pangpang, Cao Yuan, and Jialan possessed Unmeasured-level combat strength. Though there was a gap in cultivation, through the power of their Forbidden Ruins and their coordination with one another, they were still managing to fight on even terms.
Furthermore, with Jiang Er controlling the "Disaster of Fire," who was also an Oracle Envoy, they could independently handle one Oracle Envoy. The situation remained deadlocked.
The Disaster of Prison saw this and tightly knitted his brow.
He had to remember—this battle was being broadcast live across the entire Human Enclosure. If the Oracle Envoys failed to win decisively, or if it was an extremely惨烈的 narrow victory, it would deal a massive blow to the stability of divine authority.
They needed a crushing victory!
The Disaster of Prison took a deep breath. The black ring of light in his left eye contracted. He raised his arm and slowly made a grasping motion toward the Night Watch members through the air.
Right at that moment, his pupils constricted!
From the void behind him, a man in a black trench coat, gripping a snow-white blade, emerged like a specter.
"What are you... trying to do?"
Lin Qiye's voice echoed beside the Disaster of Prison.
The Disaster of Prison flashed forward like lightning. His already extended right hand rapidly retracted. Countless jet-black prison clubs surged forth from the darkness beneath his feet, intertwining and coiling to form a massive black sword that swept toward Lin Qiye's body.
Clang—!!
A massive blade projection manifested simultaneously, colliding with that black sword. An invisible shockwave erupted outward from the point of impact!
The violent wind ruffled Lin Qiye's black hair. Those brilliant golden eyes burned like scorching suns.
The Disaster of Prison broke out in a cold sweat!
When did he arrive behind me?
Why was there no trace, no energy fluctuation whatsoever?
The Disaster of Prison steadied himself, his gaze falling upon the snow-white blade in Lin Qiye's hand. Deep bewilderment flickered in his eyes.
That was... Magatsu Blade?
Since when did the Nine Magatsu Blades include a sword like that?
"You are the First Oracle Envoy who imprisoned Cao Yuan?" Lin Qiye gripped White Slash, his black trench coat billowing, as he walked slowly toward the Disaster of Prison.
"What if I am?" the Disaster of Prison coldly replied. "Heretical blasphemers deserve death. If it weren't to pry open his mouth and find a way out of here, he would already be a corpse...
And perhaps you don't even know what kind of monster he is!"
"Monster?"
Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed slightly. "My brother isn't a monster...
Even if he really is,
Anyone who dares call him a monster,
I'll kill them!"
As Lin Qiye's words fell, the White Slash in his hand swept forward like lightning. A snow-white blade glow appeared, ignoring space itself, and shot directly toward the Disaster of Prison's head!