Chapter 1067: World Needs Law Enforcers

Chapter 1067: The World Needs EnforcersAuthor: Sanjiu YinyuWord Count: 1265

Their eyes held no fear, only a hint of regret and a strong sense of furtiveness. They furtively glanced around, noting which other unfortunates had been caught like themselves, making a mental note of each one so they could loudly retort later when someone teased them: “So what?! So-and-so was caught too! Aren’t they worse than me?”

Over a dozen Twilight Society members hung suspended in the air, countless vine tentacles thrashing wildly in the wind… Chen Ling watched this scene, silently tightening his grip on the Revolver of Yesterday.

Unlike with Tian Huai, this time, facing the Farmer, no one could secretly tell Chen Ling his weakness. Moreover, the opponent wasn’t a Puppet God; just seeing the way he wielded his hoe conveyed the immense power of his true form… For a few youngsters like them, landing a shot would not be easy.

What happened next directly shattered the confidence of Jian Changsheng and the others.

A scholar in white, with hands clasped behind his back, materialized from the void. His figure seemed like ink bleeding across a page, mysterious and quiet. With his appearance, a second Tier 8 pressure suddenly emerged.

Boom—!

A resounding boom erupted nearby as a tall figure, like an unstoppable war chariot, crashed through countless buildings, charging forth from the dust and rubble. A blood-stained black apron fluttered in the wind. The Butcher’s narrow yet oppressive eyes swept over the group. He tilted his head slightly, and a swirling gale dispersed all the surrounding dust, making it difficult for everyone to even stand firm…

“This is bad,” Sun Bumian, sprawled on the ground, mumbled.

Three Arbiter Proxies, three Tier 8s, had actually gathered here!

Even if Chen Ling had the Revolver of Yesterday, he couldn’t possibly deal with three Arbiter Proxies simultaneously. With them working together, Chen Ling might not even get a chance to fire… Their presence meant the Usurpers no longer wanted to delay; whether it was the Twilight Society or Chen Ling, they sought a swift decisive battle. The Butcher, the Scholar, and the Farmer, like three insurmountable mountains, completely blocked everyone’s path to survival… Not to mention the Silver King, who was beyond those three mountains.

“It’s over… we’re screwed,” Diamond 7, hung like a zongzi in the air, muttered to himself, “Should’ve known not to come. This team-building exercise is going to be a team wipe…”

“Shut your big mouth!” Spade 8, beside him, glared.

“This is real trouble now… Red King hasn’t appeared yet, and the four Kings are tied up by the Dao Foundation Secret Treasure… These three proxies standing here look like Yama Kings, who can take them down??”

“Jin Fugui! Don’t you do predictions? Why didn’t you foresee this calamity before we came?”

“Exactly! Quick, think of something!”

Jin Fugui replied innocently, “I did a reading before we came… but the divination wasn’t nearly this ominous. It clearly said to turn the tide and transform misfortune into luck…”

“Turn the tide? Who can turn the tide now?”

“I’m just a fortune teller, not omniscient! How should I know???”

The “elimination speeches” of the Twilight Society members couldn’t penetrate the raging winds stirred up by the Butcher. Amidst continuous wails, the daylight itself dimmed… This grand battle had astonishingly lasted from dawn until dusk.

The oppressive aura of the three Tier 8s made it hard for those of the ‘6’ generation and the Tongtian Star position to breathe. Zhao Yi looked at the three figures before him, gritted his teeth, and silently moved to Chen Ling’s side, lowering his voice:

“In a moment, I’ll pull you onto Old Wolf’s back. Old Wolf is incredibly fast; he’ll definitely find a way to get you out of here…”

Zhao Yi knew very well that they were absolutely no match for the three Arbiter Proxies. At this point, there was no thought for anyone else… His mission was to get Chen Ling back safely. If a real fight broke out, he and Old Wolf could only focus on Chen Ling.

But hearing this, Chen Ling merely glanced back at him, a faint smile playing on his lips:

“Don’t worry, Zhao Yi… things are far from that point. The outcome of this war is still unknown…”

“Not at that point yet?” Zhao Yi’s eyes widened. “If we don’t run now, our ashes will be scattered soon!”

Chen Ling shook his head.

“Judging by the time, it should be about right…”

Under the oppressive aura of the three Tier 8s, Chen Ling slowly walked forward, his large red opera robe fluttering in the wind. His calm voice echoed in everyone’s ears:

“…This performance has only just begun.”

The Boundary Wall.

A figure in a black Enforcer’s trench coat stepped over the widespread wreckage and pools of blood, finally stopping before a dilapidated wall. A long, slender spear pierced through the entire massive Boundary Wall, and on the wall’s surface, a headless body, also wearing an Enforcer’s trench coat, was pinned securely… There was no heartbeat, no breath. Her tattered clothing fluttered in the wind, emitting a faint wailing echo, like a corpse forgotten in a corner.

“He told me to save… so it was you.”

Han Meng looked at the dilapidated body pinned to the wall, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Seeing the tragic state of the corpse, Han Meng’s chest heaved slightly. Anger and killing intent spread in his eyes, and the surrounding temperature plummeted rapidly, as if turning into an ice cavern!

“Those Usurpers all thought you were dead… I actually thought so too, the first time I saw you.”

“No head, no heartbeat, no breathing, yet even so, he was certain you were alive…” Han Meng slowly raised his hand, grasping the shaft of the spear.

“He was right… After all, you are the pillar of our Aurora Domain, the Asura Chief, the Grand Enforcer… If you were to die here like this, it would be too much of an embarrassment for us Enforcers.”

Han Meng’s fingers tightened further. The Judgment Court spread open around him, and terrifying power was evenly distributed over the spear, which had manifested from the Star-Plucking Path, slowly pulling it from the corpse… Under the power of the Judgment Chief, the spear, which had been as stable as Mount Tai, began to tremble, its tip slowly separating from Hong Xiu’s body!

This was the obsession of the last Enforcer in the world, one who hailed from the Far North Ruins.

As the spear was pulled free, one star point after another on its shaft dimmed, as if the Asura abilities originally sealed within were being drawn out… And with a low roar from Han Meng, the spear’s last star also faded, and the entire shaft transformed into starlight, shattering into nothingness!

The headless corpse, which had been pinned to the wall, instantly lost its support and fell with a thud into the rubble… Dust billowed up, and the world fell silent.

This spear, forged from the Path of the Thieving God by the Silver King, was not easy to remove… Han Meng’s forehead was already covered in sweat, but his gaze was fixed on the unresponsive body.

“You should wake up, Hong Xiu.” Han Meng paused for a moment, “This world… needs Enforcers.”

After an unknown period, beneath the tattered Enforcer’s trench coat, a slender, pale finger twitched slightly.