Ji Jue unleashed a relentless hail of fire. And so, the slaughter inside the shopping mall began.

It was as if an invisible giant were swinging an unseen iron hammer, brutally smashing into the enemy’s face again and again. Amid screams and wails, the bullets tore through iron and stone alike as the bitter cold spread through them. Even after driving the opponents into a corner with nowhere left to retreat, the bombardment showed no sign of stopping. 

With every thunderous impact, another crack split open in the wall behind, while the broken ceiling panels came crashing down like a torrential rain. 

At last, with a broken, choking whimper, the flames guttered out. The Ruins aberrant stood frozen in place. Its head, struck by the final bullet, burst. Fragments of its remains scattered like a furnace blown apart, leaving burning chunks in every direction.

“Thanks, Ji Xue,” Ji Jue said through the radio. “A pleasure working with you.”

Ji Xue looked down at the rapidly cooling corpse, a string of question marks practically popping up over her head. Pleasure working with me? Working with me, my ass! I spent the whole fight getting chased around! I didn’t even get the chance to attack!

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, as she looked at the countless...