I'm not a drama god

There was no fear in their eyes, only a hint of regret and a strong sense of stealing;

They looked around furtively to see which unlucky people were caught like themselves, and took note of them one by one, so that when others teased them later, they could loudly refute:

"So what! So-and-so was also arrested! Isn't he worse than me?"

A dozen members of the Dusk Club were suspended in the air, with countless vine tentacles dancing wildly in the wind... Chen Ling looked at this scene and silently clenched the Yesterday Revolver in his hand.

Unlike Tian Huai, this time when facing the farmer, no one could secretly tell Chen Ling his weakness. And the other party was not an idol god. Just by looking at the posture of carrying a hoe, one could feel the strength of the other party's body... It was not easy for a few of them to hit this bullet.

The scene that followed directly destroyed the confidence of Jian Changsheng and others.

A scholar in white clothes appeared from nothingness with his hands behind his back. His figure was like ink spreading on a page, mysterious and quiet. With his appearance, the second eighth-level pressure suddenly appeared.

boom--!

A loud roar sounded from beside him, and a tall figure directly smashed countless buildings, rushing out from the smoke and ruins like an unstoppable chariot.

The bloodstained black skirt fluttered in the wind. The butcher's narrow but oppressive eyes swept over everyone. He tilted his head slightly, and the strong wind blew away all the dust around him, making it difficult for everyone to stand still...

"This is bad." Sun Bumian, who was lying on the ground, murmured.

Three judges, three eighth-level judges, actually gathered here!

Even if Chen Ling had yesterday's revolver, he couldn't deal with three judgement agents at the same time. If they joined forces, Chen Ling might not even have a chance to fire his gun... and their appearance meant that the Fire Usurpers didn't want to delay any longer. Whether it was the Dusk Society or Chen Ling, they wanted to end the battle quickly.

The butcher, the scholar, and the farmer were like three insurmountable mountains that completely blocked everyone's way out...

Not to mention the Silver King behind the three mountains.

"It's over... This is a mess." Hanging in the air like a dumpling, the Plum Blossom 7 muttered to himself, "I shouldn't have come earlier. The team building is going to end in a complete destruction..."

"Just shut up about that bad mouth of yours!" Spade Eight glared at him.

"This is really troublesome... The Red King hasn't appeared yet, and the four Ks are being held back by the Dao Foundation Secret Treasure... These three agents are standing here like the King of Hell, who can kill them?"

"Jin Fugui! Aren't you good at fortune-telling? Why didn't you predict this disaster before you came here?"

"That's right! You better think of a solution!"

Jin Fugui said innocently, "I did some calculations before I came here... but the hexagrams weren't that dangerous at all. It clearly said that we can turn the tide and turn danger into fortune..."

"Turning the tide? Who can turn the tide at this time?"

"I'm just a god, I'm not omniscient, how would I know???"

The "elimination speeches" of the Dusk Society members were unable to penetrate the violent storm stirred up by the butcher. Amid the sobbing, the sky dimmed... This battle lasted from dawn to dusk.

The pressure from the three eighth-rank people made the people of the 6th-rank and Tongtianxing rank breathless. Zhao Yi looked at the three people in front of him, gritted his teeth, walked silently to Chen Ling, and said in a low voice:

"I will pull you onto the old wolf's back in a moment. The old wolf is very fast and will definitely find a way to get you out..."

Zhao Yi knew very well that they were no match for the three judges. Now that things had come to this, he could not care about anyone else... His mission was to rescue Chen Ling. If a fight really broke out, he and Lao Lang could only take care of Chen Ling.

But when Chen Ling heard this, she just looked back at him with a faint smile on her lips:

"Don't worry, Zhao Yi... things are far from that point. The outcome of this war is still unknown..."

"It hasn't come to that yet." Zhao Yi's eyes widened. "If you don't run now, your ashes will be scattered everywhere!"

Chen Ling shook her head.

"Calculating the time, it should be about time..."

Under the pressure of the three eighth-rank masters, Chen Ling walked forward slowly, his bright red robe dancing in the wind. His calm voice echoed in everyone's ears:

“…This show has just begun.”

……

Boundary wall.

The law enforcement officer in a black windbreaker walked through the mess and blood on the ground and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated wall.

A slender spear pierced through the entire thick boundary wall, and on the wall, a headless body wearing a law enforcement officer's windbreaker was nailed to the surface...

Without heartbeat or breathing, her torn hems fluttered in the wind, making whimpering sounds, like a corpse forgotten in a corner.

"The one he asked me to save... turned out to be you."

Han Meng looked at the dilapidated corpse nailed to the wall and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seeing the tragic state of the corpse, Han Meng's chest rose and fell slightly, anger and murderous intent spread in his eyes, and the temperature around him dropped rapidly, like an ice cave!

"Those fire usurpers all thought you were dead... Actually, I thought so when I first saw you."

"No head, no heartbeat, no breathing, but even so, he is still sure that you are alive..." Han Meng slowly raised his hand and grasped the spear shaft.

"He's right... After all, you are the pillar of our Aurora Realm, the leader of the Shura, and the chief of the law enforcement officers... If you die here, it will be a disgrace to us law enforcement officers."

Han Meng's five fingers exerted more and more force, and the [Tribunal] opened around him. The terrifying power was evenly distributed on the spear transformed from the [Pick the Star] path, pulling it out of the corpse bit by bit...

Under the power of the chief judge, the spear that was originally as steady as a rock actually began to tremble, and the tip of the spear slowly separated from Hongxiu's body!

The obsession of the world's last law enforcer from the ruins in the far north.

As the spear detached, the stars on the surface of the spear shaft dimmed one by one, as if the [Shura] skill that was originally sealed in it was being drawn out... and with a low roar from Han Meng, the last star on the spear also dimmed, and the entire spear shaft turned into starlight and shattered into nothingness!

The headless corpse that had been nailed to the wall suddenly lost its support and fell into the ruins with a thud...

Dust rose and the world was silent.

The Silver King's spear was transformed from the path of the God of Thieves, and pulling it out was not an easy task... Han Meng's forehead was covered with sweat, but his eyes were fixed on the unresponsive corpse.

"You should wake up, Hongxiu." Han Meng paused for a moment.

"This world... needs law enforcers."

I do not know how long it has been,

Under the tattered windbreaker of the law enforcement officer, a slender white finger moved slightly.