Chapter 718: Wind Tunnel

Boom!!!

The colossal dust dragon, so immense it blotted out the sky, was instantly trampled by an unseen force, slammed directly from high altitude into the ravine-like ground! Countless massive boulders erupted from the earth like a fountain, a roaring wave of air swept across the world, and scorching fiery red tendrils unfurled from where the dragon fell. The destructive power of this strike was no less than that of a large meteorite impacting Earth!

Su Zhiwei's training uniform fluttered in the gale as she gazed at the figure with the red umbrella in the sky, her brows furrowed deeply…

“How did another World Destroyer appear??” Wuji Jun, covered in blood, asked with an incredibly grim expression.

Su Zhiwei glanced at the battlefield for a few moments, then withdrew her gaze and scoffed coldly:

“That dragon is tied up… Now, who can help you?”

Her fists clenched tightly, and her figure, like an unstoppable white bullet, shot rapidly towards Wuji Jun!

Meanwhile, a world-destroying dragon’s breath pierced through the swirling dust, surging directly towards the figure in the sky!

Facing this sudden destructive attack, the figure showed no intention of dodging. Instead, it waved the red paper umbrella in its hand towards the dragon’s breath… The World Destroyer-level dragon’s breath, just as it was about to touch the figure, seemed to be forcefully negated, transforming into countless red umbrella paper fragments. These fragments swirled and swept past its side, then scattered down from the sky like a grand rain of red paper!

As one dragon’s breath had no effect, the dust dragon’s roar echoed through the clouds. It flapped its skeletal wings, and its colossal body soared into the air! As the frequency of its dragon wings flapping increased, terrifying wind pressure gathered around the battlefield, forming a super tornado with a radius of several dozen kilometers that trapped both it and the figure within!

Crackle—Crackle—

Blue lightning coursed along the outer wall of the tornado. As sand and dirt were swept into the wind pressure wall, visibility grew increasingly opaque, like a wall that blocked all order and laws, impenetrable even to light. Space was torn apart by the swirling wind pressure wall. Inside the tornado, a colossal wind tunnel, leading to an unknown destination, rapidly formed above their heads…

Under the churning hurricane, all matter inside the tornado was swallowed into the wind tunnel, including earth, rocks, and even air. Through the wind tunnel’s connection point, one could vaguely see the appearance of the other end of space: an endless wilderness.

That was Xi Zai's home turf!

Under the influence of the wind tunnel, the figure holding the paper umbrella was not spared; it drifted head-first towards the other end of the wind tunnel. But it showed no sign of panic. Instead, it casually crossed its legs in the air, holding the umbrella with one hand and resting its chin with the other, a pair of crescent-moon-like, playful eyes looking down at the dust dragon. Its figure was finally swept into the wind tunnel, disappearing without a trace!

Seeing this, the dust dragon flapped its massive skeletal wind wings again and flew into the colossal wind tunnel… As the dust dragon departed, the entire wind pressure wall began to dissipate. Just as the wind tunnel was about to close, a black shadow, shrouded in the aura of the Soldier God Way, swiftly streaked through the void and crashed into the wind tunnel!

After three figures entered one after another, the heaven-oppressing hurricane finally dispersed. The devastated Gray Realm returned to its original appearance; Xi Zai, Chao Zai, and Black Eye all vanished without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

“Where did they… go?” Red Heart 9 asked, puzzled, from inside the magic hat.

“...I don’t know, but it’s good that they’re gone,” Meihua said gravely. “If a battle between two World Destroyers dragged the Mortal Realm into it, we wouldn’t even have a chance to escape.”

“What about Red Heart 6? He ran off with Xi Zai. Can he come back?”

“Didn’t he swear he’d be fine? It shouldn’t be a big problem, right?” Red Heart 9 mused for a moment. “Compared to him, maybe that kid Spade 6 is the one we should be most worried about…”

“This generation of newcomers, truly one is more troublesome than the last.”

With the departure of the figure, the Mortal Realm regained its color. Meihua waved the magic hat, releasing the other members.

The slaughter of the Witchcraft Association was gone, as were the traces of the silver monster, the battles of the Nine Monarchs, and the oppressive might of World Destroyers… The Mortal Realm finally gained a brief period of peace.

“Phew…” Red Heart 9 let out a long sigh, “The war has lasted so long, I’ve almost forgotten what this place was supposed to be like.”

“No matter what it used to be like, it can’t go back to how it was before.” Bai Ye looked up at the colossal figure beyond the sky. “Moreover, now is not the time to relax… The culprit behind this war has not yet been dealt with.”

“Given Wuji Jun’s current state, it’s unlikely he can defeat Hong Chen Jun, right?”

“Naturally… but that’s not the problem.”

“Then what is the problem?”

“Don’t forget, even if Wuji Jun started the realm war, he is still Wuji Jun. His domain still protects millions of people in the Wuji Realm… So, even if just one soul clone dies, it would cause the Wuji Realm’s domain to shrink by nearly half… Have you forgotten about the Aurora Realm back then?”

Everyone’s expressions grew solemn as if they had recalled something. At that time in the Aurora Realm, the reduction in Aurora Jun’s state led to the dissipation of the outer aurora, and hundreds of thousands of people in the seven major districts were all buried in the Gray Realm. Wuji Jun’s clone here carried nearly half of his soul. If he dies here, the casualties in the Wuji Realm will be in the millions.

The Wuji Realm did indeed start the realm war, but that was Wuji Jun’s and the Witchcraft Association’s decision; the ordinary people in the realm are innocent. If not handled properly, human casualties in this realm war could reach five million, which would be a heavy blow to all humanity.

“So what should we do? We can’t just let Wuji Jun go, can we?” Diamond 10 asked with a frown.

“...I believe Hong Chen Jun has his own choice.”

Boom!!!

From the towering sea of flames, a disheveled figure was sent flying backward!

Su Zhiwei parted the flames with her delicate hands. With a flick of her finger, the surging flames dispersed into countless 'strings,' which then coalesced in the void into seven energy light spears, each over two meters long, shooting out consecutively from beside her!

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

These light spears instantly pierced through miles of void, impaling Wuji Jun’s figure mid-air, pinning all four of his limbs to a cliff in the Gray Realm. He looked like a puppet with no power to resist.

Wuji Jun’s silver body was already shattered. He gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on the Mortal Realm… Brand was dead, and millions of souls had vanished without a trace. Waiting for the Philosopher’s Stone was futile, and the Witchcraft Association’s forces were almost entirely wiped out. He had no chance of turning the tide. In this realm war, he had lost everything.

“Do you have any last words?” Su Zhiwei asked, holding a light spear, stepping through the void, and slowly approaching.