61: Chapter 61 Jiang Xu: The Holy Light is Bright, But It Can't Kill Me

Executive Jiang Xu let out a violent shout.

The dark gold spear swept out fiercely.

A black ripple of gravitational collapse exploded from the tip of the spear, shattering the golden thread net beneath his feet along with the accumulated water.

Before the water droplets could even hit the ground, Executive Jiang Xu had already transformed into a dark golden afterimage, his spear thrusting straight at Saintess Lin Xinglan's face.

"Bang!"

The golden scepter blocked it horizontally.

The moment the two high-tier armaments collided, the air was directly compressed into a vacuum layer.

The remaining load-bearing columns in the pump room cracked with a "click-clack" sound, spiderweb-like fissures spreading across them.

"You have indeed been eroded by the Abyss!"

Saintess Lin Xinglan's arms were numbed by the impact, but the Holy Light erupted with even more intense flames on her skin.

She retreated half a step abruptly, and the light at the tip of her scepter flared up.

Dozens of golden light blades shot out simultaneously.

Executive Jiang Xu held the spear with one hand and swung his dark golden left arm violently.

Those light blades, which would have been lethal in an S-rank battle, had their trajectories wildly deflected the moment they touched the gravitational collapse field released by his left arm, embedding themselves crookedly into the walls in every direction.

The way he used minimal force to deflect such a massive attack left everyone present trembling with fear.

The Half-step King Level power fragments combined with Executive Jiang Xu's own S-rank foundation created a chemical reaction far exceeding expectations.

"My god..." Su Qing stepped back twice, "How is this Jiang guy so strong?"

Ye Qingqiu grabbed Su Qing by the collar and dragged her firmly behind the cover.

"Watch less, hide more. Don't go looking for death."

Lin Wanqing did not rush to make a move.

She stood five meters behind Saintess Lin Xinglan, the golden threads at her fingertips silently spreading in all directions.

Those threads were so thin they were almost invisible to the naked eye, yet they carried the unique spiritual imprint of the Former Saintess.

The threads pierced into the walls. Pierced into the floor. Pierced into the ceiling.

Without Executive Jiang Xu noticing at all, the spatial structure of the entire pump room was being quietly enveloped by a giant net woven from golden threads.

Saintess Lin Xinglan was responsible for outputting firepower at the front.

Lin Wanqing was responsible for locking down the space at the back.

This was the tacit understanding and cooperation between the two generations of Saintesses.

The intensity of the battle between Executive Jiang Xu and Saintess Lin Xinglan was climbing rapidly.

The dark golden gravitational collapse field collided repeatedly with the golden Holy Light, and every impact caused the structure of the pump room to groan, on the verge of collapse.

"Captain Jiang! Stop!" Chen Jianguo shouted hoarsely, "If you keep fighting, the reservoir dam will collapse!"

No one paid him any attention.

Executive Jiang Xu tossed the spear into the air, caught the tail with his right hand, and swept it backhanded.

The dark golden spear light carved out an arc-shaped cutting line, carrying a gravitational distortion that made space itself tremble.

Saintess Lin Xinglan retreated at high speed, drawing a golden circular shield in front of her with her scepter.

"Boom!"

The circular shield shattered.

Golden fragments splattered everywhere.

Saintess Lin Xinglan was pushed back more than ten meters by that terrifying impact, her feet plowing two deep grooves into the concrete floor.

Her arms were trembling, and a fishy sweetness surged within her chest.

That last blow almost injured her true form.

"Interesting." Saintess Lin Xinglan wiped away a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

Golden light flared intensely in her pupils.

"Master, do it."

Before the words had even faded, the accumulated water beneath Executive Jiang Xu's feet suddenly surged violently.

Those golden threads that had been lying in ambush for so long tightened at the same time. From the ground, the walls, the ceiling—strangling from all directions simultaneously.

Executive Jiang Xu's pupils constricted.

He instinctively activated the gravitational collapse field, forcibly twisting the space within a three-meter radius around him.

Most of the threads were snapped in the gravitational distortion.

But seven of them were extremely tenacious, penetrating the edge of the collapse field and wrapping around his right lower leg and left wrist.

The threads tightened.

That force acted directly on the bones through the skin, nearly crushing his ankle.

"Hiss!"

Executive Jiang Xu gritted his teeth, and dark golden ghost fire erupted from his left arm.

The high heat burned through the threads on his wrist, but the ones on his right leg had already embedded themselves into his flesh.

Just in this gap.

Saintess Lin Xinglan's ultimate move arrived.

"Holy Judgment!"

A pure golden pillar of light, two meters in diameter, pierced down from the ceiling, directly enveloping Executive Jiang Xu's entire body.

This was not scattered Holy Light washing the ground, but an extreme burst of all power compressed into a single point.

Executive Jiang Xu raised his spear, holding it horizontally above his head.

The dark golden spear shaft was bent by the pressure of the light pillar. His legs sank rapidly under the heavy pressure, and the concrete floor beneath his feet caved in entirely.

"Crack!"

His right knee hit the ground.

The moment he knelt, Executive Jiang Xu felt the violent fluctuation of the Pisces vortex within his body; the Abyss rules were being frantically assaulted by the Holy Light, and the balance began to crack.

Ye Zhiwei let out a scream.

"Stop! You will kill him!"

The blind girl rushed out of cover regardless of everything, running toward the direction of the light pillar.

Su Yao grabbed her.

"What's the use of you going over there to die!"

"Let go of me!" Ye Zhiwei struggled desperately, her fingernails digging into Su Yao's arm.

The light pillar continued to exert pressure.

Lin Wanqing's thread net continued to tighten.

A trickle of black blood seeped from the corner of Executive Jiang Xu's mouth.

He raised his head, and through the blinding golden light, he vaguely saw the figure of Saintess Lin Xinglan looking down from above.

His left eye, that dark golden pupil fused with the fragment of the World-Swallowing Prison Wolf, suddenly flickered crazily.

Within his body, the Abyss rules, under the pressure of the Holy Light, did not retreat but advanced instead.

The Pisces vortex accelerated its rotation violently.

A low roar, coming from the depths of his Soul, erupted from Executive Jiang Xu's throat.

All the Abyss inscriptions on the dark golden spear lit up.

The gravity of the entire pump room underwent a world-turning disorder at this moment.

The ground beneath Saintess Lin Xinglan's feet suddenly bulged upward.

The thread net set up by Lin Wanqing twisted, entangled, and snapped in the rapidly changing gravitational field.

The golden light pillar appeared visibly bent.

"Not good!!" Lin Wanqing's expression changed drastically.

"Bang!"

The light pillar shattered.

Executive Jiang Xu erupted from the depression.

He transformed into a dark golden lightning bolt, the spear spinning rapidly in his hands, carrying a terrifying force field capable of twisting space, heading straight for Saintess Lin Xinglan's chest.

Saintess Lin Xinglan gritted her teeth and blocked it.

The two's armaments collided again, and the shockwave generated this time lifted all the accumulated water in the pump room onto the ceiling.

Su Yao tightly protected Ye Zhiwei.

The moment the water curtain crashed down, Su Qing's shadow power swept across from the side, barely blocking it for the three of them.

Chen Jianguo was slammed against the wall by the shockwave, let out a muffled groan, his mouth full of the taste of rust.

He climbed up, wiped the blood from his face, and roared hoarsely.

"Enough! Are you crazy! The entire reservoir can't take it anymore!"

Before the words were finished.

A dull, heavy sound came from overhead.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

A crack appeared on the ceiling, running across its entire surface.

Fine cement powder fell down in a rustle, mixed with the water seeping from the crack.

The main structure of the dam was undergoing a chain collapse.

Tens of millions of tons of reservoir water were pressing down right above their heads.

Saintess Lin Xinglan and Executive Jiang Xu stopped their movements at the same time.

The two's armaments were still pressed together, the Holy Light and the dark golden ghost fire sizzling at the point of contact.

Another dull sound.

A larger crack extended from the ceiling to the wall.

An arm-thick water jet sprayed out from the crack, crashing directly onto the ground in front of Su Qing.

Su Qing jumped back.

"Holy—this building is going to collapse!!"

Lin Wanqing suddenly retracted all the threads.

She glanced at the ever-expanding network of cracks on the ceiling, then looked at the two people still in a standoff.

"Everyone stop."

Lin Wanqing's voice was not loud, but every word felt like a golden needle, piercing precisely into the eardrums of everyone present.

"If you keep fighting, everyone here today will be buried with the reservoir."

Executive Jiang Xu slowly retracted his spear.

Saintess Lin Xinglan also stepped back two steps.

The distance between the two opened up to ten meters.

The Holy Light and the dark golden ghost fire extinguished simultaneously.

A fragile calm returned to the pump room, with only the cracks overhead still slowly expanding, the water seepage becoming more urgent.

Executive Jiang Xu looked down at the several deep, bone-visible thread welts on his right leg, then looked up at the ceiling that was about to collapse.

He stuck his spear in front of him, panting heavily.

The black blood at the corner of his mouth was still dripping down.

Ye Zhiwei finally broke free from Su Yao's hand, stumbled to Executive Jiang Xu's side, and reached out to support him.

Executive Jiang Xu did not push her away.

But his gaze passed over Ye Zhiwei's shoulder, locking onto the opposite side.

Saintess Lin Xinglan held her scepter, the golden light around her had dissipated, but the arrogance and killing intent had not receded in the slightest.

Lin Wanqing stood behind Saintess Lin Xinglan.

Two generations of Saintesses, standing side by side.

Executive Jiang Xu suddenly laughed.

The laughter was hoarse and rough, echoing in the water-seeping pump room.

"Fine. Today I can't do anything to you two."

He pulled the dark golden spear from the ground and propped it on his shoulder.

"But you had better remember clearly. It is growing; with every passing day, it gets stronger."

"You can reject my proposal, you can lock me up for research, you can Holy Judgment me."

"But what will you use to face it?"

He turned around, Ye Zhiwei supporting him, and the two walked step by step toward the passage exit.

When they reached the opening, Executive Jiang Xu's voice came back one last time.

"Saintess, your Holy Light—it can't even kill me. Next time you face it, remember to bring more people."

Su Yao stood where she was, clutching the wreckage of the crushed communicator.

She looked back at the pulsating giant net of flesh and blood.

On the surface of the net, a scarlet eyeball slowly turned.

It was as if it was looking at her.

Or as if it was looking at everyone.

Su Yao felt her blood run cold from head to toe.

She suddenly remembered a fact that everyone had overlooked.

When that monster left the pump room, no one knew where it had gone.

It could be in any corner of the city right now.

In any form.

Brushing past anyone.