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Time continues to pass.

It is now midnight, and Fang Qingyu remains inside the force field waiting.

But soon, others also sense something amiss.

Chu Kuanglan starts shouting in the group chat: "Damn it, something's wrong! Why does this bunch of black-robed bastards collapse like flimsy paper? They rush in just to die? Is this the type Celestial Punishment Association raises?"

"I think so too," Wei Banmeng's cool text appears on the screen. "Though resistance is fierce, coordination is chaotic and the high-tier forces are insufficient. It does not match Celestial Punishment Association's usual cunning and ruthless style."

The atmosphere in the chat instantly swings from victorious joy to doubt.

The Celestial Punishment Association is notorious, entrenched in the core area of the City of Injustice for decades, with unfathomable depth, and those similar to Shi Hao.

The disparity in casualty ratios is so stark.

The only explanation is that the opponent is holding back.

Or rather, what's deployed isn't their true core strength!

Fang Qingyu watches the doubts flickering on the screen.

Starry Eyes squint slightly, fingertips rapidly tapping on the screen:

"Stay alert, hold your own defensive areas. Whether the opponents are probing to wear us down or have other schemes, kill! It never hurts to kill more."

After sending the message, Fang Qingyu turns off the screen and stuffs the phone back into his pocket.

The convenience store's light casts stark shadows on his chiseled profile.

Deep within those eyes, a galaxy slowly flows, reflecting the empty and silent street.

Time is passing in silence.

The clock hands in the convenience store quietly slip past midnight and a half.

The bag of chips in Fang Qingyu's hand is already empty, and the soda is drained to the last sip.

He casually crushes the empty can and tosses it into the nearby trash bin.

Just then...

"Buzz... buzz buzz buzz..."

The phone in his pocket starts vibrating violently again, not the buzzing of group chat messages, but the continuous vibration of an incoming call.

The screen displays...

A call from "Dawn - Wang Sea."

Fang Qingyu's brow furrows instantly.

A brother from Dawn has his personal number.

But unless facing an extremely urgent situation requiring direct reporting, they would never dial this number lightly.

He immediately taps the answer button, pressing the phone to his ear.

"Brother Yu! Brother Yu!!"

Wang Sea's raspy voice, almost crackling, screams from the other end.

The background is filled with deafening explosions and shrill screams.

"Desolate Bone Corps... Desolate Bone Corps headquarters... surrounded, Celestial Punishment Association's main force... they're all here!! A mass of unidentified figures, uncountable, all in black robes! They are slaughtering!!"

Wang Sea's voice trembles violently due to extreme fright.

The speed of speech is like bullets being fired:

"Desolate Bone Corps is finished, now only their leader with some experts are desperately resisting, covered in blood from fighting! But... but they can't hold on, there are too many from Celestial Punishment Association, killing too quickly! I reckon it won't be long before Desolate Bone Corps is annihilated, Brother Yu! After they finish off Desolate Bone Corps, the next... the next will definitely be us in Gray Rock District!!"

Fang Qingyu grips the phone, Starry Eyes suddenly contract.

Celestial Punishment Association's main force actually abandons the Cyan Dragon Gang??

Instead, they concentrate all their power and, with thunderous momentum, assault Desolate Bone Corps headquarters?

This doesn't make sense.

Celestial Punishment Association people, unless they're fools, would know Desolate Bone Corps only attracts fire for the Cyan Dragon Gang.

Moreover, Celestial Punishment Association's target should be me.

At this moment, they leave me alone and focus on targeting Desolate Bone Corps!?

Unless...

Unless Desolate Bone Corps itself holds more significant value to Celestial Punishment Association than me?

Or Celestial Punishment Association urgently wants to eliminate certain key individuals or secrets?

For example, that old leader?

After all, he is Chen Wudi's father.

The only one who might persuade Chen Wudi to hand over the Invincible Technique willingly.

This thought flashes through his mind like lightning.

"What about their people? Do the members of Desolate Bone Corps still have the strength to resist?"

Fang Qingyu's voice is frighteningly calm, without a hint of emotion.

"Yes, yes!" Wang Sea gasps urgently, seemingly moving quickly near the force field's edge, "That old leader... along with the leader and over ten of the most core Tier Threes, are grouped together, forming a formation to defend, but not expected to hold out much longer,"

Sure enough, Divine Bone Martial Saints are involved.

Fang Qingyu knows in his heart.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be reduced to the point of having to hold fast.

Any of those eight Divine Bone Martial Saints possess combat strength enough to rank in the top three among Tier Threes in City of Injustice.

Even if Desolate Bone Corps has ten Martial Saint level leaders stationed.

Under absolute numbers and top-tier force pressure, they're bound to face disaster.

"Wang Sea." Fang Qingyu decisively commands, "Listen, find a way to send a message to Desolate Bone Corps' remaining forces, telling them to abandon the headquarters and immediately break towards Gray Rock District, target Taikang Road, and let them know, as long as they can escape alive to me, I will protect them."

"Understood! Brother Yu! I'll try right away!"

Wang Sea promptly complies, and the call is quickly disconnected.

Fang Qingyu lowers the phone slowly.

He wants to save Desolate Bone Corps, not out of kindness.

Not except for that fragile partnership.

The old man still can't die now.

"Whether you survive depends on your fate."

Fang Qingyu murmurs, his posture still leaning against the convenience store doorway.

As if blending into the quiet night, only the galaxy shifts within his eyes.

...

Time crawls second by second amidst anxious waiting.

The clock hands in the convenience store laboriously drift toward one-thirty a.m.

Suddenly...

Fang Qingyu's body leaning against the door frame slightly tenses.

Starry Eyes instantly lock onto the distant end of the street.