step by step.

Walking quietly towards everyone's retreating back.

He closed his eyes, but his steps were straight without any deviation, and he walked slowly towards the center of the city.

His figure that looked like he was carrying a heavy object was seen by others. Although it was a bit strange, the rescuers who were busy searching did not pay too much attention and did not say anything to stop him.

What is more important to them now is to find those survivors who may be lucky enough to survive the disaster.

Although the probability is very small, it is not impossible!

If you were in an underground space such as a subway at the time of the incident, it would still be possible to survive the Fire Queen's demonic flames!

Now, in order to prevent too much information about the world of the Awakened beings from being revealed, all the disaster-stricken areas have been completely sealed off, and ordinary people have no way to contact the outside world.

Now that he can enter here, no matter how weird his behavior is, he must be one of our own who has been reviewed.

"Maybe it's a special way for him to find other people?"

The special abilities of each lineage are different, and in many cases it is impossible to see what is inside from the outside.

It’s easier to say that bloodline genealogy, like spiritual genealogy and knowledge genealogy, is almost impossible to tell the essence from the appearance.

"There's no one in the center! It's better to go to the edge areas."

As the center that suffered the greatest impact, a deep, charred pit appeared directly in the center of Fen City.

Among them, it is difficult to have survivors...it is almost impossible for anyone to survive.

Upon hearing this call, the figure turned his head and nodded, but he did not stop and continued walking.

The strange figure gradually walked away and disappeared at the end of his sight. Only the poems with strange tones in his mouth gradually dissipated in the wind.

【Who is running in the dark night and wind at this time?

It's the father with his child...]

…

【... finally got to his house,

The child in his arms has expired.]

He whispered the poem "The Devil" in his mouth, and after finishing the last sentence, the figure finally stopped.

We are in the center of the entire Fen City, in the center of a pit that is tens of meters deep and still flows with hot lava.

And here, Ning Feng's standing figure finally straightened up.

"Are you sorry?"

Thinking that after Song Yishun experienced such pain, at the moment of relief, he was still worried that he was not doing well enough...

"You obviously don't need to say this to anyone, you've already done a good job."

Song Yishun owes nothing to anyone.

He is just an ordinary person.

He has his own joys and sorrows.

He once lived.

And now, he is dead.

After understanding everything, Song, who had lost everything, gave up his life in a flash.

Is he a coward?

No.

Before he died, he did something that others could not imagine.

He died a hero.

"I promise you, I will definitely do it."

Opening his eyes, Ning Feng turned around and looked back.

In the eyes of others, Ning Feng just stood weirdly alone, but in his eyes, he looked completely different.

The entire sky above the pit has been filled with densely packed broken souls!

All the broken souls who died tragically in Fencheng were all attracted to this place.

Feng Ning.

Along the way, Ning Feng was not just calming down his mood, he was doing the same thing as Song Yishun while chanting poems.

Moreover, he did it more thoroughly than he did.

As an ordinary person, Song Yishun could only pull those broken souls into his dream, while Ning Feng was more direct.

He chose to use his body as a container and absorb them directly.

The resentment, pain, and anger of those innocent people who died tragically... all impacted Ning Feng's spirit, burning his soul like the flames in a furnace.

Suffering more intense pain than Song Yishun.

But unlike Song Yishu, who had a mental breakdown and could only rely on false dreams to maintain himself, Ning Feng seemed particularly calm about these emotions.

The emotions that filled him did not disappear, but were fully accepted by him.

He is savoring this emotion...

Ning Feng was also thinking.

Is Song Yishun a special case?

No, what happened to him is just one of countless ordinary people in this disaster.

He did nothing wrong, but everything he had was unreasonably taken away by an unknown force.

Song Yishun is a microcosm, but he is not just a microcosm.

He is ordinary, but not that ordinary.

Song instantly created a miracle.

He used his own life as a price to carry those broken souls until Ning Feng's arrival.

Although it was just a small miracle, he did indeed create a miracle.

"In order to live up to this miracle, I can do whatever I can..."

Ring ring ring…

While Ning Feng was thinking, a sudden ringing interrupted his thinking.

The blockade was set up by the Watch Club itself to target ordinary people, and Ning Feng, a member of the Watch Club, was not among them.

He didn't want to answer it, but after looking at the name on it, Ning Feng put the communicator to his ear after thinking:

"Hello……"

…

"So in summary...the current action has ended. The general direction is to wait for them to make the next move before counterattacking?"

"...Well, I understand."

"Yeah, I understand."

Ning Feng's eyes became colder as he spoke softly to Jiang Wan who cared about him on the other end of the phone.

"I won't do anything impulsive. Just wait a little longer and I'll go home immediately after I finish handling the rescue matters here."

"I won't be in any danger, I promise you, don't worry."

beep--

After hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath of hot air filled with the smell of scorched earth and sulfur, let it flow through his lungs, and then slowly exhaled it.

"It's over? How can it be over?"

Closing his eyes in the depths of the ruins, Ning Feng lowered all his consciousness into the abyss.

"Someone has to pay the price for this."

…

…

The domain of Bayan.

Karan, who was gathering his new subordinates, heard a soft sigh.

【well……】

!!!

Before she could react, the world in front of her changed instantly!

Karan's soul reappeared in the temple.

However, this time is different from before. There is an extra figure next to the throne in the thick fog.

Death Hunter, who looked like a handsome young man with waist-length black hair, was kneeling at the feet of the mysterious figure with an excited look on his face.

It wanted to raise its head, but lowered it out of awe, burying its face deeply.

After an unknown amount of time, the figure on the throne seemed to have finally remembered, and looked up at Karan who was kneeling under the stairs.

Then, He asked casually as if he was bored:

【you……】

【Do you want to be a king?】

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