146: Chapter 146 Xining is in dire straits, Chen Zhan

At the edge of the abyss, a gale whipped sand and dust up from the depths of the fissure. The Heaven-Devouring King Python coiled in mid-air, its massive body blocking out the sky.

Its pair of golden vertical pupils stared fixedly at Su Ming, fierce light flickering in the depths of its eyes, as if it wanted to swallow this human before it alive.

Su Ming leaned on his lieyuan spear. His breathing was steady. His gaze was cold and sharp.

That 'World-Piercing' shot just now had split open an abyss. The power was indeed terrifying, but it had also drained most of his Qi and blood.

If they really were to fight, he might be able to trade blows and cause mutual destruction if he exhausted all his trump cards, but killing a Seventh Realm beast that was intent on fleeing was almost impossible. Moreover, the three thousand Wilderness Suppression Bureau soldiers would undoubtedly die.

Seventh Realm beasts possessed extremely high intelligence. They were no longer beasts that killed purely on instinct, but hunters that understood how to weigh pros and cons. Therefore, he could not show any sign of weakness.

Su Ming didn't even blink, just stood there quietly in a standoff with it. One second. Two seconds. Ten seconds.

A hundred meters away, the Heaven-Devouring King Python's massive golden vertical pupils stared fixedly at Su Ming, the fierce light in its eyes almost overflowing. It wanted to kill this human. The sharpness of that shot just now had made it feel a long-forgotten threat of death.

The muscles beneath its scales were tense; as long as it was willing to pay the price of sustaining a serious injury, this human, whose Qi and blood were bottoming out, would definitely die. But it didn't move.

Seventh Realm... Having reached this stage, it had seen too many of its own kind die from greed and impulse. The Law of the wasteland was never about who was fiercer; it was about who was more stable and who could live longer.

Another shot could injure it. It might even be fatal. It dared not gamble on whether this human could unleash a second shot. Having reached this stage with great difficulty, it did not want to die under the spear of a human youth. After weighing the pros and cons...

"Leave." A deep mental fluctuation rippled across the wasteland. The Heaven-Devouring King Python's massive body slowly retreated, finally turned around, and submerged into the depths of the wasteland.

The three Sixth Realm beasts seemed to have been granted amnesty. They immediately turned and fled wildly. Losing the suppression of the high-level beast, the beast horde instantly collapsed, like dark water receding in a tide, fleeing crazily toward the rear.

The three thousand Wilderness Suppression Bureau soldiers stood where they were, their gazes fixed on the distance. Some were swallowing hard. Some were clenching their fists. Some had twitching lips, unsure if it was excitement or lingering fear.

The beast horde had retreated! Forced back... by one person and one spear! Five hundred kilometers, radiating five hundred kilometers outward from Pingan City. The beasts had been cleared out. What the hell kind of concept was this? In human history, which city had ever achieved this level? None! Not a single one! But now, Pingan City had done it. They had done it!

Su Ming's tense back relaxed slightly. He loosened his grip on the spear, his palms covered in cold sweat. "Withdraw." He spat out the word. Three thousand Obsidian Giants turned in unison, retreating toward the direction of Ruins City No. 092.

Fang Yuanxing stood at the edge of the abyss. His calves were still cramping. He looked at the thirty-meter-wide, bottomless fissure, then looked at the beast horde retreating like a tide in the distance, his brain buzzing.

A Seventh Realm beast. An existence in the Imperial Sky Realm. Just like that... scared off? Scared off by a single shot from a Late Stage Fourth Realm youth?

The Deputy slumped to the ground, panting heavily, unable to even speak. Fang Yuanxing swallowed hard and hurried to catch up with Su Ming's pace.

"Su Ming..." His voice was somewhat dry. "That shot of yours just now, what Realm of technique was that?" Su Ming didn't even turn his head. "What about it?" "No... nothing."

Fang Yuanxing shut his mouth. He could tell. Su Ming's current state was clearly not as good as before; although his Qi and blood fluctuations were stable, that feeling of standing like an abyss or a mountain had weakened slightly. But so what? The guy dared to bet his life on the courage of a Seventh Realm beast. He, Fang Yuanxing, felt his legs go weak just standing nearby. This was the gap.

This gap was not just in strength, but also in the ferocity deep in their bones. Fang Yuanxing cursed those few old fogies at headquarters in his heart. Things like 'just turned eighteen'. Things like 'controversial appointment'. Things like 'needs more seasoning'. If those old things sitting in offices drinking tea saw this scene with their own eyes, they would probably be so shocked their dentures would fall into their teacups.

How was this controversial? This was the damn Dinghai Shenzhen (Pillar of the Sea) of the Western Region! He took two steps, then stopped again. He turned back to look at the wasteland. The abyss split open by the World-Piercing shot stretched for fifty kilometers, like a hideous scar carved into the earth. Across the abyss, the beast horde was nowhere to be seen.

Fang Yuanxing took a deep breath. For the first time in his life, he felt... humans didn't seem so stifled after all.

Returning to Ruins City No. 092, the three thousand Wilderness Suppression Bureau soldiers broke their link. Their bodies returned to normal size. The looks everyone gave Su Ming could no longer be described as shock. It was fanatical worship.

"Brother Ming! That shot you just fired, it was like you split the earth's crust!" "I can brag about this shot for the rest of my life!" "Did you fire it? Why are you bragging? Want to brag? Come and brag to Daddy!" "Fuck!! Don't stop me, I'm going to strangle him!"

Su Ming ignored the rowdiness of these rough men. He leaned against a broken wall. He closed his eyes and circulated the Nine Apertures Psychic True Interpretation, quickly recovering his Qi and blood. The seven hidden apertures were like seven water pumps, crazily generating blood.

Just then, "Buzz!" The tactical watch vibrated. Su Ming tapped the light screen. Chen Zhan's projection popped up.

In the image, Chen Zhan no longer had any of the composure of a former Deputy Commander. He was covered in blood, his left arm hanging limply at his side, his combat uniform torn into rags, and behind him were dilapidated walls and smoke rising into the sky. In the background, the roars of beasts and the sounds of explosions were intertwined, so tragic and fierce that it made one's heart palpitate.

"Su Ming." Chen Zhan's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a suppressed urgency. Su Ming frowned slightly, "Xining City?"

"The beast horde is attacking the city, led by three Sixth Realm beasts," Chen Zhan gritted his teeth. "The first and second defense lines have been broken. Now the soldiers are defending the third line to the death. Lin Xiao is severely wounded and dying, over half the brothers have been killed or wounded... we can't... we can't hold it."

"It will take time for headquarters to mobilize troops." "Distant water cannot quench a near thirst." Chen Zhan stared fixedly at Su Ming. "I know this request is excessive, but you are the only hope for Xining City that I can think of..."

"Need support?" Su Ming asked. "Yes." Chen Zhan's tone revealed a glimmer of hope amidst despair.

Su Ming looked at the light screen. Chen Zhan was his guide when he entered the Wilderness Suppression Bureau. He had given him absolute trust. This favor had to be repaid. Moreover, Xining City was another important gateway in the Western Region. If Xining City fell, the entire defense line of the Western Region would completely collapse. Pingan City would not be able to stand alone.

"How far?" Su Ming asked. "Past Pingan City, you would still need to travel six hundred kilometers," Chen Zhan smiled bitterly. "I know it's too far, if you..." "I will be there." Su Ming interrupted him.

Chen Zhan was stunned for a moment. Su Ming turned off the light screen and stood up. Fang Yuanxing had heard everything clearly from the side. His face turned extremely ugly.

"Are you crazy?!" Fang Yuanxing stepped forward. "Xining City is over a thousand kilometers away! You just fired that shot, your Qi and blood haven't recovered, are you rushing over there to die now?!"

Su Ming ignored him. He pulled up the map and locked his gaze on the direction of Xining City. It was eleven hundred kilometers away. For an ordinary Fourth Realm Martial Artist, this was an impossible mission. But he was not an ordinary Fourth Realm. With the high-speed buff of the Sky-Breaking Wings, plus the stamina from the Nine Apertures Psychic True Interpretation, under full-speed travel, the time could be compressed to the limit.

"Renault." "Present!" Renault immediately stood at attention. "You are responsible for taking a thousand brothers back to Pingan City and taking over the city defense," Su Ming slung the lieyuan spear over his back. "Inspector Fang, please go back to the city with them." Fang Yuanxing became anxious. "Then what about you?" "Going to kill."