Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 1019 703: Despair (2)

"I... I don't know!" A guild guard's face was deathly pale. "Several high-ranking Spiritual Ability Users have lost control at the sa ti. They are attacking each other inside the tower, and the Spiritual Energy Field is completely chaotic! Our people can't get in and don't dare to go in easily, fearing they'll be affected or... eroded!"

Kiro Lan frowned deeply. She could feel the wild, chaotic, malicious waves of Spiritual Energy inside the tower clashing and intensifying.

The high-dinsional demons had found a perfect breach here.

"Follow !" she ordered her purification specialist squad, simultaneously channeling her own Spiritual Energy. A faint, stable Spiritual Energy aura enveloped her, attempting to resist the erosion of the chaotic energy outside, as she took the lead towards the tower entrance.

"Set up a temporary purification barrier, try to stabilize the internal Spiritual Energy Field, prioritize isolating those out of control, look for opportunities for ntal intervention or... forced stasis!"

The port area was where the fighting was fiercest.

New aquatic Bug Race units continuously surged from underwater, crashing into the docks, even trying to climb onto the ships.

The port's artillery and stationed warships fired frantically, exploding columns of water into the sky, but the Bug Race numbers seed endless.

More troubling was that along the coastline, the Beastman War Gang's crude trebuchets threw flaming barrels and explosives into the port area and the city near the coast, sparking multiple fires and further causing chaos, binding so firefighting and defense forces.

Inside the council building, the temporarily established joint command center was in chaos.

Reports ca flying in like snowflakes, almost all bad news.

The Bug Race's advance in the old city was faster than expected, Morphie's blockade operations were eting with tenacious resistance; inside the Spiritual Ability Guild tower, the loss of control was escalating, and contact was lost with Kiro Lan after she led her team in; the port area was under imnse pressure, the aquatic Bug Race seed sowhat resistant to conventional artillery; while coastal Beastn hadn't landed yet, their continuous harassnt and arson kept the city defense forces running ragged.

"Hold the line! We must hold the line!" The chairman shouted hoarsely, but his eyes were already filled with despair.

He never imagined Ming Pearl Port would face such multifaceted, ferocious attacks.

The prosperity and so-called "democratic autonomy" of the past seed so fragile in the face of a real survival crisis.

As ti passed, the crisis did not alleviate but rather intensified and grew worse.

So areas of the old city fell, the Bug Race started spreading into neighboring districts; more violent Spiritual Energy explosions occasionally erupted from the Spiritual Ability Guild tower, with even uncontrolled Spiritual Energy flas spurting from the windows; under the continuous assault of the Bug Race, part of the port's docks finally collapsed, capsizing several rchant ships; the Beastn by the coast, as if finding it not entertaining enough, began attempting to approach the edge of the port with small gangs on makeshift rafts...

Just as the entire city seed about to be swallowed by despair and chaos, mutiny arose again!

On the southeast sea surface of Ming Pearl Port, the previously clear sky suddenly darkened without warning, a thick, tar-like darkness rapidly spreading, accompanied by deep, blasphemous whispers piercing the soul.

Within that darkness, the vague outlines of sothing gigantic and twisted were coalescing and manifesting—it was neither Bug nor Beastman, it was... the breath of a high-dinsional Demon!

And its scale was far larger and more terrifying than the loss of control among the Spiritual Ability Users!

It seed as if the city's chaos, terror, and despair were attracting deeper, more terrifying existences to traverse dinsions and arrive!

"What... what is that?!" Inside the command center, soone pointed at the darkness devouring the light on the surveillance screen, their voice trembling uncontrollably.

Even Morphie, who had been fighting on the front line, felt his heart sink heavily upon sensing that overwhelming, malicious Spiritual Energy pressure.

Spiritual Ability Users losing control, Bug Race attacks, Beastman harassnt... and now, even a real high-dinsional Demon might descend?

What on earth was happening?!

And within the Spiritual Ability Guild tower, Kiro Lan, who was painstakingly leading her purification team to maneuver around several out-of-control high-ranking Spiritual Ability Users and attempting to set up a purification barrier, suddenly looked up, gazing through the tower's shattered windows towards the monstrous darkness forming on the southeast sea.

Her face instantly beca deathly pale.

Underground Bug Race, high-dinsional erosion, Beastman disturbances... now even the abyssal gaze had beco a tangible threat, imminent.

Ming Pearl Port, this bustling port city, was standing on the brink of complete destruction.

Could she, Morphie, and the defenders of this city turn the tide?

Or would the ultimate resolution to this disaster have to wait for that figure beyond the Star River to return for it to be quelled?

"No!"

Kiro Lan gritted her teeth, forcibly suppressing the tallic taste rising in her throat.

No, she couldn't give up!

At least until the Master returned, she had to fight to the very last mont!

"Hold the nodes! The purification ritual cannot stop!" she shouted sharply at her squad mbers nearby, pouring her own Spiritual Energy without reservation into the precarious purification barrier, her gaze resolutely fixed outside the tower on that ultimate gathering darkness.

...

Watching the scene of despair they created with their own hands, the eyes from the high-dinsions were filled with the pleasure of their conspiracy's success.

"Even if you are invincible in this world, you can't protect your own backyard."

The Human Emperor's ambition could swallow the world, but he also had high standards for himself.

If he knew the world of his current reincarnation had been completely destroyed under his guard, even the Human Emperor might have a broken mindset.

Their long-planned endga battle was finally set into motion!

All three parties have made their move, let's see how this backyard, without the Human Emperor, can remain as the anchor point for the Human Emperor in this world?!

...

Ti seed to have congealed into sticky amber in Ming Pearl Port, each mont filled with the gnawing sounds of despair.

In the old city, the defense line of the "Rusted District" finally ripped open a rift under the endless, unexpected corner assaults of the Bug Race from underground.

The bone needles of the hydras plowed deadly furrows into the streets, the wailing of decaying insects mixed with the screams of civilians and the sounds of buildings collapsing.

Morphie and the mbers of his "Blade of Dawn" team, together with the local city defense troops, found themselves divided and surrounded in several shrinking defensive circles, everyone's faces stained with gunpowder, blood, and an unmistakable weariness.

Morphie's war knife was already dulled after extended combat, his Spiritual Energy nearing exhaustion. He leaned against a half-collapsed wall, looking at the swarming Bug shadows in front of him, and for the first ti, he felt truly powerless—

Individual bravery was as insignificant as dust against such overwhelming hordes.

He thought of Kiro Lan, the girl still facing more terrifying threats alone in the Spiritual Ability Guild tower, and a slab of heavy stone seed to press down on his heart.

Inside the Spiritual Ability Guild tower, it had already turned into a hell of Spiritual Energy.

Several high-level Spiritual Ability Users, completely eroded by high-dinsional whispers, were unrecognizable.

Their Spiritual Bodies twisted into grotesque postures, emitting nauseating pink, purple, and inky mixed Spiritual Energy glows, attacking each other and anything living.

The purification team led by Kiro Lan had already lost more than half of its mbers. The few remaining, together with herself, were trapped inside an area barely ten square ters, sustained by purification runes and their remaining Spiritual Energy.

Outside the shield was a ferocious torrent of Spiritual Energy and the hysterical shouting and laughter of those out of control.

Kiro Lan knelt half on the ground, her hands tightly pressed on the core runes maintaining the barrier, her face pale as paper, blood constantly trickling from the corners of her mouth—

Such was the backlash from severe expenditure of Spiritual Energy, even burning her life source.

She could feel her hastily constructed "stabilization field" collapsing at an alarming rate, and what made her soul shiver even more was the ominous presence of sothing crossing the dinsional barrier from outside the tower, from the southeast sea, as if the abyss was descending.

This was a true high-dinsional Demon crossing the dinsional barriers, about to descend!