It wasn’t just the citizens of the White-Red Empire who were baffled by their command’s latest move; people from other Empires were utterly bewildered as well.

Chu He had just unleashed two super Evil Spirits on Xinwudao City, causing widespread destruction and devastation.

From the White-Red Empire’s perspective, confronting Chu He was indeed the logical course of action.

However, the decision they made gave off the feeling that they intended to take Chu He down with them in a suicidal gambit.

Chu He remained on the rooftop of a building, watching the strange flying objects zipping through the sky.

Flapping enormous wings, they resembled mutated, misshapen birds.

The large black barrels that were constantly falling were instantly enveloped by Chu He’s Primordial Spirit Power the moment they appeared. He could sense they were filled with Mysterious Power, compressed to its absolute limit.

’Is the White-Red Empire trying to drag me down with them? Do they really think this kind of desperate move can hurt me?’

Chu He sneered.

One after another, the black barrels plummeted from the sky.

The instant they hit the ground, the wooden barrels shattered, releasing a thick black fog that immediately shrouded the area.

"Who dropped this mysterious weapon? Are they insane? We haven’t even evacuated Xinwudao City yet!"

"Is it an enemy attack?"

"It’s not an enemy attack, it’s our own people! Look, the strange flying objects in the sky have the White-Red Empire’s insignia."

Many of the Martial Artists busy searching for survivors also sensed an ominous aura rapidly closing in.

They all looked up at the sky, only to see the large black barrels raining down without pause.

They had all received systematic training in the White-Red Empire.

They knew the mysterious weapons currently in the White-Red Empire’s arsenal like the back of their hands.

So, after a brief moment of shock, they recognized the barrels and the flying objects.

They were indeed sent by their own White-Red Empire.

But a wide-area-of-effect Mysterious Power like this wouldn’t distinguish between friend or foe.

It was a weapon that wouldn’t normally be used unless it was a last resort.

So why was it deployed this time without even giving them a chance to retreat?

None of the Martial Artists in Xinwudao City could understand it.

"We need to retreat immediately, or we’ll be caught in the middle of it."

"But what about the innocent civilians?"

"Do you think you can protect them by staying here?"

After a brief moment of hesitation,

the Martial Artists made the most rational decision under the circumstances and bolted for the borders of Xinwudao City, trying to escape as fast as they could.

Under the gloomy sky,

the black barrels descended endlessly like harbingers of doom, each impact echoing with a dull, desperate thud.

The shattering of these massive barrels was no simple physical collapse; it detonated the treacherous, uncanny energy hidden within.

Gouts of pitch-black mist burst free, twisting and intertwining as they rapidly swelled into an unprecedented storm of smog.

Within it churned an indescribable chill and malevolence that ravaged every corner of Xinwudao City.

This smog was no ordinary substance. It carried a supernatural weight and cold,

capable of devouring all warmth and life.

As it spread wantonly,

an immense black mushroom cloud slowly rose from the area of densest deployment.

It didn’t carry the fury of flames. Instead, it released an extreme cold capable of freezing the very soul.

This power silently permeated the air, making the entire city seem as if someone had pressed pause.

Time froze in that moment, leaving only the ceaseless spread of a grayish-black frost.

On the surfaces of buildings, what were once vibrant colors were replaced by thick layers of grayish-black frost.

The frost coated everything silently, blurring all outlines until only a deathly silver-gray remained.

In the streets, the figures of Martial Artists trying to escape trembled in the cold wind, each step appearing exceptionally difficult.

Some stopped dead in their tracks while running, simply because the frost creeping up from their feet

had quietly robbed them of all feeling in their lower bodies.

They looked down to see their legs replaced by unbreakable ice crystals. As their bodies lost balance,

they shattered like broken statues, scattering across the ground as grayish-black dust.

What was even more horrifying was the unimaginable speed of the frost’s assault.

Even their struggles and resistance with their upper bodies became futile in the blink of an eye.

As the Martial Artists’ bodies fell heavily onto the frozen ground,

the once-vibrant flame of life was utterly extinguished in an instant,

leaving only silhouettes etched by the frost, silently telling a tale of despair and tragedy.

As for the civilians hiding in the shadows, their fate was the same.

Fear and despair mingled in their eyes, but they were powerless to change their destined end.

The thunderous collapse of buildings was accompanied by the perishing of more innocent lives.

The grayish-black frost, like the Death God’s scythe, mercilessly reaped all life.

The entirety of Xinwudao City,

in this moment,

was dragged into another dimension—a terrifying world ruled by Absolute Zero and a mysterious smog.

"This large-scale weapon of mysterious power is too terrifying! How is it any different from an Evil Spirit on a rampage?"

"At least death might be a little less painful this way."

"The White-Red Empire is completely insane! They want to kill Chu He, but why sacrifice their own citizens to do it?"

These were comments from netizens around the world.

It was the first time they had witnessed firsthand the horrifying images caused by such a powerful, wide-area mysterious attack.

Beyond their astonishment, they were also terrified by the White-Red Empire’s ruthlessness.

’This is probably just an appetizer. The White-Red Empire must have other tricks up its sleeve for me.’

Chu He slowly lowered his gaze.

Where his eyes fell, the rooftop that had been solid and dry

was now being silently eroded by a strange river.

The water level gradually rose until it completely enveloped him.

This was no ordinary river. It carried a bone-chilling cold,

capable of freezing the soul. Every current was accompanied by the faint sound of cracking ice, piercingly loud in the silence.

In the air, besides the biting cold, an indescribable stench lingered.

It was a mixture of decay, dampness, and an unknown dread that made one’s stomach churn involuntarily.

In the middle of this cursed river, an incredible figure slowly materialized.

It looked like nature’s most twisted nightmare,

combining the sharp beak of a bird, the nimble limbs of a frog, the agile body of a monkey, and the hard shell of a turtle.

Every part of it exuded an otherworldly strangeness and horror.

Its movements were slow yet powerful, each motion stirring ripples in the water.

The surging river water originated from the endless darkness and mystery within its body.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

All around, atop several high-rises, stood the most elegant noble members of the Lighthouse Empire’s Vampire Clans.

They stood tall and straight, their faces pale, their eyes glinting with a craving for prey and confidence in their own power.

With their arrival, a thick scent of blood began to congeal in the air,

gradually turning into a faint blood-mist, like a light veil in the dawn, yet carrying a fatal allure.

This blood-mist was a domain unique to the Vampires.

It not only enhanced their senses and strength but also made their movements as elusive as phantoms.

"Yumizakura, you’re not planning to join this feast?"

A voice broke the surrounding silence.

It came from a handsome youth whose gait seemed leisurely,

but in reality, every step landed with precision on some invisible rhythm,

exuding an air of detached transcendence.