82: R'lyeh 06

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Everyone was on standby. Throughout the White House, people were staring intently at the big screen before them.

On the streets of New York City, investigators were mopping up the remaining ghouls that hadn't been destroyed by the sunlight.

Edward had a gun in one hand and a brightly glowing magic pattern in the other. A golden flame burst out from the pattern, burning to ash the head of a ghoul that had fallen to the ground. Wang KeMing was following, providing cover. Magic patterns were ready to go in both of his palms.

"How is it?" Wang KeMing swallowed nervously and looked at the street before them.

They'd witnessed everything firsthand.

At first it was like the sky had been torn apart. Thousands of beams of light descended from the heavens and pierced into the earth like iron nails. In just a few seconds thousands of ghouls were torn apart, as easy as cutting chives.

That wasn't all. After that, a column of light, brighter than anything else, tore through the atmosphere and hurtled upwards. It was like a wildfire engulfing most of the sky.

That was...

Wang KeMing and Edward exchanged a glance, their faces solemn.

During the battle, Edward did his best to keep an eye on Zong Yan, but Zong Yan had activated his Night Watchman status. That meant he had the ability to melt into shadows. He could disappear in an instant and no one could follow.

Without putting it into words, Edward knew Zong Yan's powers were far stronger than anyone realized. Just like the Night Watchman's ability to pass through shadow,  something no one had ever heard of before. Zong Yan could battle A-rank monsters on even ground. It wasn't a problem for him to fight these ghouls.

Edward couldn't have said why, but he suspected the light pillar that burst from the pit just now was also related to Zong Yan. In addition to that, the captain of Dragon Team 7 had just come over to ask them about it, which made him even more certain of his guess.

"Come on! We'll go take a look!" The little prince swept a glance at the wreckage of the deserted street, grabbed Wang KeMing's arm, and ran forward.

Members of the Dragon Group had already reached the center of the intersection.

Si Yan was dressed in a stark black combat suit. After nodding to He Yuan, he unleashed the magic pattern in his hand and smashed it into the bottomless pit.

A moment later, he lowered his hand and pursed his lips. "It's about a hundred meters deep."

They'd encountered a wave of ghouls just now, and the entire street was a mess. There were toppled telephone poles and concrete posts everywhere. All the shop windows on both sides of the street were broken. Scattered fragments of glass littered the ground, reflecting the golden light.

"Are we certain the Little Monarch is down there?" He Yuan's face was equally serious, and his eyes were grave.

Reports were coming in from other Dragon Group teams on his headset. Everyone said the same thing—no one saw anyone resembling Zong Yan in the vicinity.

Where had he gone? After an unknown entity intervened, the battle had ended, and the chaos throughout the surrounding area subsided. In the aftermath, investigators began to squat down and take samples. Except for the bottomless pit in front of them, there was no trace of Zong Yan anywhere.

"What's the matter?" On the other side, Anastasia casually tossed her knife in the air, then sheathed it.

There was no time to discuss anything in detail. Si Yan just said, "Cover me," in a cold voice. Then he drew the alchemically-modified Beretta from the holster on his waist. Without the slightest hesitation he jumped into the pit.

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