Just as Su Changxing felt his mind in a haze, it was as if something had grasped him. He looked up to see Zhu Wenwu’s face, with the dark abyss below.

As the ritual began to operate, Su Changxing immediately noticed that the speed of his body’s collapse had slowed significantly, at least not to the point of causing his death.

"I have one more question, will Luo Haoyi die?" Su Changxing felt somewhat better, opened his eyes, and asked.

Zhu Wenwu looked somewhat confused, "Luo Haoyi? Who’s that?"

It seems he died, and died unnoticed, that even Zhu Wenwu didn’t know his name.

Su Changxing knew things weren’t over yet. The wizards’ subsequent series of actions were already odd. They unexpectedly dispatched two Great Wizards to intervene in their world, indicating they were determined.

Yet according to Zhu Wenwu, in his memory, the wizards didn’t take any further actions afterward.

Where is the difference?

At the same time.

Violent tremors came from the direction of West Bridge City, as if someone was shaking the earth’s plates with both hands, causing the surrounding dilapidated houses to tremble.

Su Changxing watched this scene, feeling a sudden bad premonition, knowing those wizards weren’t that simple.

It seems because three Great Wizards died, they were unwilling to give up, having invested so much, and abandoning now would all be in vain.

...

The defenders in West Bridge City were not many, and the passage here was well constructed, not easy to destroy.

Amid the faint light and drizzling rain, the uneven streets were piled with corpses, all wizard corpses.

The vitality of their flesh had not yet disappeared, but the people were dead, like mud-bound worms writhing continuously.

Luo Haoyi slightly lowered his head, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with torrents of blood gas spewing between breaths. His body was broken, with dozens of big and small holes, half of his head gone, oozing black pus-like blood.

Around him, there were more than a dozen corpses, large ones like monsters over ten meters long, and smaller ones less than half a meter but still human-shaped.

They were all wizards, Great Wizards.

"Is there anyone left? Just come, I’ll kill whoever comes."

Luo Haoyi raised his head and shouted forward. The water on the ground rippled, reflecting his incomplete face.

No one responded, only the pitter-patter of rain.

They were afraid, trembling from the heart, no one dared to take a step forward, only quietly watching the situation from the passage.

Two hours ago, they thought Luo Haoyi was on his last breath, yet he still hadn’t died, his strength comparable to the Wizard King.

The sudden death of a dozen Great Wizards undoubtedly wounded the vitality of the Wizard World, impacting the situation on the front battlefield.

Unable to quickly intervene through this passage, meaning this war would drag on indefinitely.

Luo Zhihao stood up from the ground once more, staggering toward the passage, his body gradually submerged by lake water, as his blood spread in the dark waters.

Invisible, densely packed black fish in the lake water, like a huge monster, dared not approach him.

"So it seems, all this turmoil was indeed meaningful."

Luo Haoyi coldly laughed, forming a fist with his left hand, and swung toward the passage.

With a violent tremble, the entire passage collapsed from the middle, leaving only a thin crack, crushed by the world’s barrier.

This was a process of going with the flow.

Yet his body stiffened on the spot, watching a black spike piercing through his abdomen, he smiled indifferently.

Then.

He stood motionless before the ruined passage, with his one remaining eye open, one hand on the ruins, and never moved again.

He committed suicide.

Before something could completely erase him, he only wanted to leave behind more traces in this world, not wanting to be forgotten.

Existence and being remembered are precious things.

A cyan light flashed across the sky, seemingly heading toward Luo Haoyi, but found its target gone before it arrived.

...

Su Changxing’s consciousness soon lapsed into confusion again, perceiving his surroundings but unclearly.

Then, he heard the sounds of combat nearby, blades slicing through the air, piercing into flesh.

As the blood healing ritual continued, his body gradually restored, with internal collapse ceased, his lower half soon recovered, his skin regaining its flesh tone, no longer like a corpse.

"Why, why do you want to kill Brother Su!"

Su Changxing heard Zhou An’s puzzled voice, along with painful gasps, he sensed Zhou An was battered and exhausted.

Seeing Su Changxing’s body mostly restored, Zhou An crouched and hoisted him up, running backward.

Su Changxing slowly opened his eyes, and in the dimness, a pair of ruby-like eyes followed them, cold and murderous.

Shen Xuan?

Shen Xuan swatted away a flying sword that aimed at them, knocking it to the ground, her face holding a radiant smile, "Give up, you’re no match for me, and you can’t escape. Leave him, I’ll let you go."

Zhou An finally stopped, knowing he couldn’t outrun them, opting to make a desperate stand, maybe a chance existed. He looked at Shen Xuan, roaring, "I just want to know why, why do you want to kill him! So, you really are insane."

At this moment, she seemed utterly foreign to him, nothing like Shen Jinxuan, like another person.

Shen Xuan frowned, solemnly saying, "I am not insane. If unnecessary, I wouldn’t want to kill him. He is the true cause of the apocalypse, and not killing him means this world will inevitably head to destruction."

Zhou An stood before Su Changxing, viciously saying, "I care not about such things, I can say you’re the cause of the apocalypse too, it’s just a trumped-up charge, only laughable."

"If you want to kill him, you’ll have to walk over my body first..."

Before he could finish, Zhou An was punched away by Shen Xuan, without having time to react.

His stamina and spirit already exhausted, his status severely declined, almost in a dazed state.

Su Changxing fell to the ground, propping himself up with one hand, sat there looking at Shen Xuan, very calmly, as if entirely unsurprised by such a situation, "You want to kill me just for a cause of the apocalypse?"

"Yes and no, your death has long been set, you just need to die at the most appropriate time." Shen Xuan stood in front of Su Changxing, leaning her head down, smiling at him.

Their proximity was close, and Su Changxing could smell that faint scent, very familiar.

Su Changxing took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and smiled: "Actually, I have anticipated, thought about it, ever since I discovered Chenxi was connected to the Doomsday Cult..."

"Who’s plotting, the one who prophesies the apocalypse?"

Though now out of immediate danger, he couldn’t resist, especially considering Shen Xuan probably had the strength of half a Great Wizard.

If she wanted to kill him, he seemed incapable of stopping her.

"Yes, it’s him. He didn’t miss, he said you’re the cause."

"Who is he?"

"I don’t know either." Shen Xuan squatted, hugging Su Changxing, softly said in his ear.

Su Changxing’s expression was somewhat torn, faintly said: "So you just trust him so easily to kill me... I always thought I could trust you."

Shen Xuan stroking Su Changxing’s face, coldly said: "No, you never believed in me because we are the same kind of people, I understand you."

"You think you believe me, but deep down you don’t, this is a gamble, only you bet wrong."

"I don’t have to gamble, Chenxi was founded to confront the apocalypse from the start. Maybe you’re not wrong, but I’m not wrong either!"

At this moment, Su Changxing felt numb, Zhu Wenwu, despite calculating immensely, seemed to have missed a link.

Or perhaps he didn’t miss it.

Su Changxing sighed, slightly resigned, looked at Shen Xuan, "I want to trust you, but you never gave me a chance, you see now you just want to kill me, how can I trust someone who is trying to kill me."

Shen Xuan suddenly sensed something off, trying to move her hand behind Su Changxing, but

unable to move: "What... did you do!"

"You’re right, it’s a gamble, but there’s one thing you might have imagined wrong, I bet right."

Su Changxing hugged Shen Xuan tightly, snapped his fingers, "Jin, deal with her!"

In an instant, one of Shen Xuan’s eyes scattered, turning deep blue, frozen in place, two different personas battling within the same body, vying for control.

Shen Xuan excelled physically, while Jin excelled in spirit.