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Chapter 179 - 164: Plane Crash

Chapter 179: Chapter 164: Plane Crash

No need to identify friend or foe, no need to consider civilian casualties, all objects that can move in sight are potential targets.

Li Cheng, with the Instant Thunder Skill activated, has blue electric arcs flickering and dancing between his hair and fingertips, his hands wielding a thick, heavy rusty machete like a lawnmower, reaping the lives of demons.

The ash of a Shikigami blown up like shredded paper from the last kill had not yet dispersed, and the blade was already slicing into the neck and chest of the next Shikigami.

The four mechanical arms on his back, the Single Soldier Exoskeleton, rotate flexibly with multiple degrees of freedom, controlling the shotgun to fire shots from various angles, either smashing the demons’ skulls or punching through the followers of the Spirit Sect who attempted to fire back.

Automatic aiming is no myth, and it’s easily achievable.

On the other side of the venue, Gray Rain laughed wildly, crushing the skulls of two flying demons with her bare hands. Facing a nearly three-meter-tall Ape Demon charging with a Wolf Fang Club, she stomped on the ground, leapt into the air, her body rapidly shrinking midair, transforming into a spear, piercing through the heart of the Ape Demon, exiting from the other side.

Before even touching the ground, Gray Rain transformed again, extending sea urchin-like dense spikes from her body, and using her weight of over 800 kilograms, she crushed another batch of Shikigami.

Drones hovering outside the building window faithfully recorded every frame of the battle in one continuous shot.

"Ah, help, ah!"

"Run! Quickly inform the Sect Hierarch!"

As their companions fell one by one, and the intense smell of blood permeated the air, the combat will of the Spirit Sect followers finally broke, many turning and fleeing the venue.

Some ran up the stairs to inform the so-called Sect Hierarch, others desperately crammed into the elevator, pushing and shoving each other, even resorting to shooting, fighting for a chance to escape.

With these people fleeing, the battle line completely collapsed, and the remaining scanty Shikigami were neatly slaughtered by Li Cheng and Gray Rain, leaving the venue a complete mess, with only limbs and severely injured, immobilized followers of the Spirit Sect.

Li Cheng, having deactivated the Instant Thunder Skill, still had wisps of smoke rising from his head and body, emitting a faint smell of ozone produced by the ionization of oxygen by high static electricity.

He casually took off the blood-stained jacket of Song Canhui, pulled out his mobile phone, and showed a picture of Jiang Wanyong’s wife, Shaoxi, to one of the followers, "Where is this woman."

"Go to hell, heretic—"

Bang!

The mechanical arm on his back pulled the trigger of the shotgun, blasting the follower’s face into a bloody mess, causing the body to wobble and fall backward.

Without a glance at the body, Li Cheng walked toward the next follower, continuing to inquire, "Where is this woman."

"I, I don’t know..."

Bang!

Gunshots echoed again, another body fell.

The third follower, with both legs broken, on the verge of collapse, cried out without needing Li Cheng’s threats: "The Goddess is in the east-side room of the 72nd floor."

"Good."

Li Cheng moved away the gun barrel, removed his Protective Arm, and summoned the Bone Corridor.

The item bar space was limited, only twenty slots. A large amount of miscellaneous items reserved for different situations in the script task were stored in the Bone Corridor, including explosives, detonators, various countries’ cash, gold and precious metals, gasoline barrels, highly corrosive liquids, inflatable rubber boats, medical first aid kits, and even a refrigerator connected to a diesel generator filled with food and beverages.

Li Cheng took out an IED (improvised explosive device), timed to detonate via a Casio electronic watch, and stuck the adhesive side onto the marble floor. He smiled at the follower, "I won’t kill you, but this bomb will detonate after a delay. You have one minute to leave the hall."

After saying that, ignoring the stunned expression of the other, Li Cheng packed up the Bone Corridor and walked into the staircase with Gray Rain, heading upstairs.

...

The follower with both legs broken was stunned for a few seconds; reminded by the ticking deathly beeps of the simple explosive, he finally reacted, hurriedly reaching to pry off the explosive.

One side of the improvised explosive device was glued; it couldn’t be removed by hand. He had to give up, turned around, and dragged his broken legs, painfully crawling through the venue filled with limbs and unblinking dead companions toward the hall door.

Fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters.

Just as he was about to push open the doors of the hall full of hope, the simple bomb exploded thunderously, blasting open the door with roaring flames. The explosion’s shock wave shattered the outer glass of several floors.

Countless pieces of glass and human limbs flew out of the window, falling like torrential rain onto the plaza below the building. The fire from the explosion was visible from streets away.

At the same moment, seen through the internal CCTV of the building, Liu Chengzhe and two others, who witnessed what was happening below, were shocked.

"That’s not Song Canhui..."

Liu Chengzhe, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, stared intensely at the bloody scene in the surveillance footage.

"More than sixty Shikigami... all killed..."

The Sect Hierarch of the Spirit Sect was equally lost, mumbling non-stop. Although the slaughtered Shikigami were mere low to mid-level demons like kappa, Red Demons, and Ape Demons, they were still far more powerful than ordinary humans.

"Sect Hierarch, this is not good!"

The conference room door was violently pushed open from outside, the rushing in follower didn’t care for etiquette anymore, gasping for breath while yelling, "Someone is coming up! We need to evacuate!"

"Helicopter!" Liu Chengzhe abruptly stood up from his chair—taking an elevator now was like asking for death—"There’s a helicopter on the building’s 75th floor. We can escape by aircraft."