Chapter 122: The Wheel of Fate

Chapter 122: The Wheel of Fate

Naturally, Xia Zheng was not dead. From the very beginning, he had intended to lie in wait nearby, anticipating the appearance of the Blood Clan. The purpose of this replicated world was for him to understand the Blood Clan and the fall of Eternal Night City. Only by saving Eternal Night City would there be any meaning; saving individual lives was insignificant. Of course, for those beings who had crossed paths with him, he would act on his emotions and save them. He was neither a saint nor a philanthropist—just an ordinary man with extraordinary power and human emotions.

The foremost white-robed figure was locked onto by Xia Zheng’s aura, unable to move an inch. Yet the other white-robed ones behind him appeared angry and disdainful.

Xia Zheng had several mental beads in his mouth, ready to replenish his mental energy at any moment. According to his calculations, his current mental energy combined with that stored in the beads was enough to shoot over ten arrows, capable of killing these Blood Clan members who were merely C-level in strength.

Indeed, these Blood Clan warriors ranked around C-level among superpowered individuals, but for gene warriors, they were terrifying adversaries beyond their reach. The Eternal Night City incident not only led to the fall of this colossal metropolis but also marked the end of the gene warrior era and the dawn of the age of superpowered beings—a tide of history unstoppable.

“Pitiful humans…” A white-robed figure charged, discarding his robe to reveal a suit of blood-red armor. His golden hair and exquisitely handsome face appeared almost crafted with precision.

Blue flames engulfed his arms as he manipulated fire elements, transforming them into a colossal serpent that lunged directly at Xia Zheng.

“Blazing Flame Arrow!” Xia Zheng swiftly released an arrow, which pierced the fiery serpent, shattering it. The arrow maintained its force and plunged into the man’s chest.

Though this Blood Clan member was an elemental manipulator, he was swiftly consumed by Xia Zheng’s fire arrow, reduced to ashes almost instantly.

“Who are you?” another white-robed figure who had escaped Xia Zheng’s aura now removed his robe, revealing noble white attire. His silver-white short hair and striking appearance radiated aristocratic grace.

Xia Zheng nocked another arrow and replied, “Enemy of the Blood Clan. Tell me, where are your masters?”

“Haha… Foolish arrogance. Our masters are supreme. What right do you have to ask?” The silver-haired man sneered disdainfully.

Boom!

An arrow struck him, turning him to ash.

“Next. Where are your masters?” Xia Zheng drew another arrow.

“One man alone thinks he can keep us all here? Never. Let’s scatter.” One of the white-robed figures proposed, and the others agreed. Seven or eight of them fled in different directions, each unleashing their powers.

Some transformed into thick smoke and vanished; others leapt and ran swiftly; some became waves and retreated; others turned into birds and flew away…

“You four, each block one of them, just hold them off for a moment.” Xia Zheng said, flapping his wings to take to the air, pressing his tongue against a bead to draw mental energy and replenish himself.

His hands moved with lightning speed, releasing three arrows toward three directions. Without looking back, he beat his wings and pursued the remaining target.

Though Luo Bing and the others on the ground felt uneasy, they followed Xia Zheng’s orders. The four of them locked onto their respective targets and gave chase.

Luo Bing was still shocked by Xia Zheng’s overwhelming power. She chased a female white-robed enemy whose flowing robe exposed a graceful figure. The Blood Clan woman glanced back at Luo Bing with disdain, drew a hidden weapon, and fired.

“Suicide.” Luo Bing charged, blocking with one short blade while activating wind and thunder energy. Her other short blade transformed into a hidden weapon and struck back.

Buzz!

The opponent erupted an energy field that attracted and caught Luo Bing’s wind-thunder blade, holding it effortlessly.

“You’re at most a D-level superpowered, powerless before me.” The Blood Clan woman gripped Luo Bing’s blade and drew another hidden weapon, even preparing to use Luo Bing’s own weapon as a trap.

“Foolish…” Luo Bing coldly retorted, and in the next moment, a white light flashed. Amid the explosion, the Blood Clan woman was blasted away, one arm severed, her chest shattered.

“No mercy!” Luo Bing rushed up, blade raised to behead her.

Bang!

Unexpectedly, the Blood Clan woman’s severed arm regenerated instantly, and she struck Luo Bing heavily in the chest. Several ribs snapped, and blood poured from Luo Bing’s nose and mouth. She was grievously wounded.

“Impossible…” Luo Bing could hardly believe such terrifying regenerative power.

Falling to the ground, Luo Bing struggled to grasp another wind-thunder short blade. Watching the Blood Clan woman draw closer, she realized she had underestimated her foe—far more dreadful than mutated zombies, possessing superhuman regeneration and human-level intelligence.

“That person… we cannot harm him. To us, you are merely ants,” the Blood Clan woman declared. Her body, now fully healed, displayed flawless, white skin beneath torn garments.

Luo Bing smiled ruefully. From her waist, she drew a grenade—her last pride. She also felt sorrowful as a Star Radiant warrior, nearly at humanity’s pinnacle, once the Federation’s pride as a gene warrior, now rendered so powerless before this Blood Clan.

“Perhaps Xia Zheng is humanity’s future…” Luo Bing sighed, about to detonate the grenade.

Suddenly, a whistling arrow aflame shot through the Blood Clan woman. She looked up with dissatisfaction at the fleeting figure of Xia Zheng above before collapsing, burning to ash. This time, even her formidable regeneration was useless.

Luo Bing watched Xia Zheng hasten off to eliminate another Blood Clan member, feeling both relief and bitterness.

The same played out for Liu Chuxing, Sam, and Alfred. The Blood Clan members they struggled to hold off were dispatched by Xia Zheng with ease. This disparity in power shattered their pride as Star Radiant warriors.

Yet, thanks to Xia Zheng’s sudden intervention, the human side swiftly reversed the battle. The zombie horde was rapidly wiped out. Luo Bing and the others eliminated the mutated zombies one by one, leaving the more formidable foes to Xia Zheng.

At last, when Xia Zheng returned carrying a male Blood Clan member by the hair, tossing him to the human military, his expression bore no joy. Instead, he gazed toward a distant direction and solemnly declared to all who had stopped the zombie horde:

“A large-scale zombie outbreak has erupted in Eternal Night City. The crisis has fully broken out. This battlefield was merely a diversion orchestrated by the Blood Clan. We have all been deceived.”

Hearing this, everyone’s faces darkened with sorrow; some broke down in tears.

From the direction of Eternal Night City, thick smoke continuously rose. A cataclysm was spreading. Fate crushed down with unstoppable force. Xia Zheng felt helpless. He had tried to foresee much, yet overlooked that the humanitarian policy of evacuating wounded had been exploited by the Blood Clan, triggering the citywide infection. Now, it was nearly out of control.

The Blood Clan’s assault—the fall of Eternal Night City—was accelerating.

A tremendous force ejected Xia Zheng from this world. When he regained consciousness, he found himself once again before the four grand banners.