43 Boring (1/2)

In the end, Bao Jing and Mo Hongxi decided to remain within the stronghold to fight back. For the sake of all the children within the construction, the two of them did not leave.

When Bao Jing recalled the help she had received from the mysterious black-robed man, she thought that this action was the right one. The world was all about karma.

The earsplitting shrieks continued to fiercely resound. Bao Jing wanted to block her ears from all the crying. With each passing second, her heart was being torn apart from all the children's tears.

Looking back inside the stronghold, Bao Jing saw numerous sobbing children who were left alone. It wasn't that their family had abandoned them; instead, their parents weren't alive in the first place.

Taking a heavy breath, Bao Jing turned to stare at the numerous emerald portals residing within the night sky. To her side, Mo Hongxi was also waiting for the monsters to be released.

From the frightening emerald color alone, Bao Jing knew that these monsters would be on an entirely different level compared to the orcs she had faced. However, she had some confidence. In her mind, that black-robed man was a celestial existence. Using one of his cultivation techniques, how could she be so weak that she couldn't even fight back?

Forming a small fist, Bao Jing waited for the monsters to be released. As a fourteen-year-old girl, she was willing to put her life on the line for the countless children within the stronghold! It was admirable.

Surprisingly, while Bao Jing was waiting, an extremely unique portal snappishly formed in the sky. This portal was of a pure-gold color. Throughout her entire life, she had never seen such a beautiful, heavenly color. For a moment, she was completely immersed in the glory of it all instead of feeling fear.

Within the sky, ten cultivators walked out of the pure-gold portal while descending to the streets. Without fail, these cultivators were all stunning with devilish charms. The hundreds of survivors witnessed beautiful strands of colorful lights flickering within the bright eyes of these otherworldly men.

Utilizing their Qi to glide down, the ten cultivators swiftly landed in front of the stronghold.

If Feng Hui were here, he would have recognized the white-robed man standing in the center: Zhao Jing!

Seeing this, Bao Jing heard her confidence plummeting to the floor. In front of these true cultivators, she felt like a mere ant with her insignificant cultivation base. Recalling the might of her black-robed master, she had an inkling that these ten men were even stronger.

Unbeknownst to the fourteen-year-old girl, Feng Hui's strength has ascended by leaps and bounds since then.

”Hmph.” Zhao Jing looked down at all these worthless ants with a smile. Recently, he had received permission from his amazing master that he could cleanse this world of all its filth. Within Earth, there were no more useful human talents: It would be better to use the planet as a land for resources.

To Tian Changming's disappointment, Earth did not even have a fraction of its initial population left. In his eyes, the yellow-level portals were worthless. If the humans could not survive under such simple conditions, all of them were useless.

”Gods…” Upon seeing these saintly men, the survivors believed that the ten cultivators were deities. In the eyes of mortals, cultivators were indeed similar to deities: becoming a cultivator meant stepping above human limits.

Finally, it was judgment day. This thought was lurking within the minds of nearly all the survivors. Humans had stood atop of the food chain for far too long; it was time for a new era.

”Should we have some fun?” Lan Ping, a silver-haired handsome cultivator, chuckled. Upon his words, the countless monsters from the emerald-colored portals began pouring out.

”Heh, no need. These ants are no match for the monsters. We aren't even needed.” Zhao Jing crazily laughed.

[Mission: Defeat the ten intruders. Upon failure, the Player's soul will be wiped. Time limit: two weeks.]

Within Earth, these types of missions were occurring nearly everywhere. If there was a large cluster of humans, the intruders would emerge. Tian Changming's subordinates were innumerable. Under his direct command, there were countless strong cultivators causing havoc.

In fact, the two weeks were designed to be a death sentence for the human race. These were cultivators, after all. How could mere mortals evolve to their level in two weeks? Furthermore, everyone was stuck at the yellow level, but there was a small saving grace. Through killing these emerald-portal monsters, one could evolve far further.

From the emerald portals, numerous deadly-looking monsters emerged. The faces of the survivors darkened at the sight. These strong monsters were commonly depicted in movies: vampires and titans.

The towering five-meter titans were crafted from an unknown black metal. To the side of the titans with enormous canine mouths, there were ghastly, bloodthirsty vampires: little could be analyzed through their physical attributes.