High Martial: I Grind Professions

Chapter 265: Chapter 164: Another Identity (Part 2)

The hatch of a dark, streamlined aircraft, like a Ghost Shadow, slid open without a sound. Li Wen slipped inside.

The moment he was secure in his seat, the engines erupted with a low roar. An intense stream of blue-white particles spewed from the aircraft’s tail, tearing through the night sky as it sped south.

He’d grown accustomed to these rapid-response missions over the last six months.

Racing from one battlefield to the next had not only honed his combat skills to a razor’s edge but had also tempered the steel of his resolve.

But not every desperate flight ended in victory.

He had arrived a step too late far too many times.

Amid the rubble and ruins: the cold bodies of his comrades, the scorched earth littered with the violated corpses of civilians...

These images weighed on his soul like lead, stoking the cold hatred for the Demon Race deep within him into a raging inferno.

This time, the alert was code red—the highest level. It meant... the garrison was likely doomed.

The aircraft streaked forward at its maximum speed, leaving the shriek of displaced air in its wake.

As the silhouette of Nanzha County appeared on the distant horizon, the acrid, scorching stench of turbulent energy and blood managed to seep through the thick hull.

Li Wen’s pupils contracted at the sight before him.

The outer walls of South Gate City looked as if they’d been ripped apart by giant claws, collapsing in huge sections and creating several massive breaches.

The Demon Race hordes gathered outside had long since stormed through these breaches, overrunning most of the outer city.

As far as he could see, there was only destruction.

Burning buildings stood like giant torches in the night, their flames illuminating collapsed homes, twisted metal, and scattered debris.

Purple ice crystals blanketed large areas, encasing figures frozen in poses of despair.

Corrosive green venom fumed on the ground, emitting a pungent stench... The once-thriving outskirts of South Gate City had become a true hell on earth.

The roar of clashing energies still echoed from the core district in the distance, but it was clear the resistance was now sporadic.

Seven or eight Demon Race leaders, each exuding the powerful aura of the Late-stage Bright Moon Realm, were directing their underlings to ruthlessly hunt down the last of the Human Race defenders.

Several warriors, clearly from the garrison, lay grievously wounded on the ground, their breathing shallow. Two of them were already dead.

An icy killing intent, so cold it could almost freeze the air, suddenly erupted from the hovering aircraft.

The hatch slid open. A figure in a deep purple, standard-issue combat suit became a blur of light, nearly invisible to the naked eye. Without a single word, he dove down unflinchingly.

The figure moved so fast that many of the Demon Race scouring the battlefield saw only a flash before their eyes, unable to even react.

Only the few Late-stage Bright Moon Realm Demon Race leaders suddenly sensed an immense, cold, and utterly destructive will locking onto them from above!

"Reinforcements?!" The lead demon was a hulking beast covered in dark red, keratinous scales, its pair of massive, curved horns glinting with a metallic sheen.

Its heart sank. Its first instinct was to order its troops to retreat to the Star Gate.

But a moment later, it clearly sensed that there was only one person, and their energy fluctuations indicated they were merely at the Late-stage Bright Moon Realm.

"One person?" A look of astonishment flashed across the red-armored demon’s ugly face, quickly replaced by a furious rage at being so underestimated. It almost laughed, the sound coming out as a low, bestial roar.

"A single Late-stage Bright Moon Realm human dares to come here and die? Kill him!"

All thoughts of retreat vanished. Its massive body spun around, and trailing a scorching, demonic wind, it was the first to lunge at the streak of purple light.

The other Late-stage Bright Moon Realm leaders let out bloodthirsty howls and turned their attention to the newcomer. The light of powerful Talent Divine Techniques and demonic artifacts flared, merging into a destructive torrent that sought to utterly annihilate the reckless human.

Yet, faced with the overwhelming barrage of terrifying attacks and the combined assault of several demon generals of the same rank, the streak of purple light didn’t slow in the slightest. It made no move to dodge or block.

The next instant—

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Four explosions, like thunder from a clear sky, cracked through the air in quick succession!

Unimaginably fast!

In the terrified, dilated pupils of the Late-stage Bright Moon Realm demon generals lunging for Li Wen, all they saw was a flash of purple light streak past.

Their protective shields of Demon Power, their hardened carapaces, the barriers formed by their Talent Divine Techniques—all were as fragile as paper before that purple light.

It was as if four invisible, lethally precise threads had been drawn through the void, and their bodies were simply points to be severed along those lines.

"How—"

The red-armored demon general only had time to utter a single, questioning syllable.

The next moment, its massive, scale-covered head—along with the heads of the three companions who had been charging at the forefront—slid silently from their necks like ripe fruit.

Foul blood geysered from their severed necks.

Their bodies, however, seemed to be instantly infused with some immense force. With a deafening POP, they exploded in mid-air, dissolving into a rain of blood and gore.

The entire process was so swift that not a single drop of blood touched Li Wen’s purple combat suit.

[Profound Sky Five Forms: Star Rush]!

Extreme speed, generating a terrifying burst of kinetic energy.

The blade is the body. The body is the blade.

This was no mere blade technique. It was becoming thunder itself, tearing space asunder.

The minds of the remaining Late-stage Bright Moon Realm demon generals were plunged into utter chaos and incomprehensible terror.

’One moment, they held the absolute advantage, ready to tear their enemy to shreds. The next, their four strongest companions, who had charged in first, were instantly killed? They hadn’t even seen what he did.’