Chapter 1027: Light That Pierces the Sky

On that day, the light of torches illuminated the boundless night.

Angry footsteps kicked up dust, like a surging torrent of fate pouring from the factory. Figure after figure rushed past Wu Duo, holding their torches high, their voices like thunder, charging fearlessly towards the Silver Government!

Wu Duo, who had narrowly escaped death, stumbled forward step by step. She stared blankly at the scene before her, as if in a dream.

Finally,

As if all her strength had left her, her legs gave way, and she knelt amidst the surging shouts and torches.

Burning torches lit up the streets, and speck-like embers drifted in the air. Countless powerful legs rushed past her, and the terrified cries of the Usurpers rose from all around:

“Are these people crazy?!”

“How are they here? What were those Usurpers guarding the factory doing?!”

“Damn it, don’t you see the blood on their hands?! Those Usurpers are probably long dead!!”

“A riot of hundreds of thousands of people—how could those low-level Usurpers stop them? Even if they just wore them down, this many people could kill them…”

“They’re seeking death!!”

The riot of hundreds of thousands of people completely panicked the Usurpers. Even Huang He and Lan Yu looked grim. They had never imagined these people would seek death in such a way.

However, it was impossible for them to fear these people. Although the rioters could kill the low-level Usurpers guarding them, in front of the current Silver Government, let alone hundreds of thousands, even millions or tens of millions of ordinary people could not overthrow their rule.

Even without deploying any high-level combatants, Wuji Jun’s silver monsters alone could slaughter these rioting residents clean. Not to mention the Adjudicator Enforcers, Wuji Jun himself, and even the King of Silver.

The silver monsters towering over the streets simultaneously turned their heads to look at the street where the people were swarming. The next moment, they instinctively soared out, charging into the torch-lit crowd!

Silver blades left streaks of light amidst the torchlight and shadows, extinguishing the flames at the forefront into darkness. With every move, more than ten people were cut into pieces. Blood and severed limbs splattered across the streets, and crimson began to stain various areas of the Wuji Domain…

“Stop!! Don’t kill too many!” Huang He rushed out of the church, immediately shouting, “Try to leave them alive! We still need labor!!”

As soon as he spoke, the movements of the many silver monsters became sluggish, slowing their killing pace. This gave more of the people a chance. They glared with bloodshot eyes, roaring as they charged towards the towering silver monsters, carving a bloody path with their bodies.

Ribbons of torchlight flowed through the streets, as if tearing at some ultimate darkness. Blood mingled between darkness and light, a horrifying sight.

No one knew how many would die that night,

Most of them hadn't expected to survive...

They simply didn’t want to live like dogs, didn’t want to end their lives in silence and sickness. This was the most ordinary and powerless people’s ultimate act: to die in the light of torches, not in suffocating darkness.

Crack—!

A young worker, covered in blood, pulled out a deck of playing cards from his pocket—the ones he hadn't scattered last time. Like using some kind of evil-dispelling artifact, he forcefully slapped them onto a Usurper’s face.

“Go to hell, Usurper!!”

He held a torch in one hand and a steel pipe in the other, striking at the opponent’s face.

Under the overwhelming attack, the Usurper, whose face was bruised and swollen, cursed angrily. Just as he was about to deliver a killing blow, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended from nothingness!

Boom—!!!

The oppressive force of an Eighth-Tier God of Strength seemed like a mountain descending from the sky, instantly weighing upon everyone’s hearts!

Even Usurpers who possessed divine paths felt a shock in their hearts, nearly stumbling to the ground. As for the powerless ordinary people, their faces turned instantly pale, their torches and weapons clattered to the ground, and they were miserably forced down to the ground.

The originally chaotic battlefield instantly fell silent. All weapons and conflict were forcibly suppressed at that moment. In the darkness, countless terrified eyes looked up, discerning the source of that terrifying pressure…

It was a burly butcher, cleaver in hand.

Not only the Butcher, but the other three Adjudicator Enforcers had also arrived at different positions around the church, suppressing the riots in their respective areas on the front lines. Huang He, drenched in sweat, finally breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this scene.

With the people rioting and no way to truly kill too many of them, using pure oppressive force to deter them was the optimal solution now.

“Damn it… damn it…”

In the spreading pools of blood, countless people gritted their teeth, looking at the four figures shrouded in darkness. A deep sense of despair welled up in their hearts…

Under the absolute dominance of power, the desperate resistance of ants seemed only absurd and laughable.

“The farce is over.”

Huang He walked out of the church. He watched as darkness once again enveloped the land in all four directions, and slowly spoke.

The people’s riot had indeed been unexpected, but fortunately, the situation was stabilized. As for how to deal with these people afterward… he already had ideas.

Just as Huang He was about to turn and leave,

A sudden white light flashed from the eastern end of the long night.

Like a solar phoenix streaking across the Ash Realm, carrying an aura of heat capable of incinerating everything, it tore through the black sky, instantly shattering the eastern city gate of the Wuji Domain!!!

Its aura was terrifying; the thick city wall, tens of meters high, instantly melted away. The sonic boom, breaking through the air, seemed to rip space itself. The moment it appeared, all dust and rubble within several kilometers of its path were swept up. Along with them, the gazes of everyone within the Wuji Domain were drawn to it.

A white meteor streaked across the sky;

Boom—!!!

In a split second, the Butcher’s pupils constricted. Without hesitation, he raised his cleaver, blocking the path of the white meteor.

The moment they collided, his rock-solid figure was forcibly sent flying. After crashing through more than ten houses, he barely managed to steady himself. Dust swirled wildly, and his cleaver hummed.

A white spear, as if flung from a stage, narrowly missed piercing his body. Faint operatic singing echoed in the air, and a subtle killing intent lingered in everyone’s hearts like a lingering melody.

What a fast spear!!

As the Butcher’s mind reeled, he slowly looked up. Along the path where the spear had whistled, not a single building remained standing. A terrifying void cut through the Wuji Domain, extending into the Ash Realm.

This spear came from beyond the Wuji Domain.

The hurricane of the spear’s passage dissipated, and a playing card slowly drifted down from the night sky…

It was a black playing card. The center of the card didn’t bear any known pattern; instead, it featured a half-obscured Peking opera mask. As if possessing consciousness, the eyes on the mask silently locked onto the Butcher.

—The King of Spades.

The playing card spun silently in the air. In an instant, a man in white, with the same Peking opera mask painted on his face, replaced the card’s position, standing silently amidst the ruins…

“My junior brother… where is he?”