Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 255 - 254 Abyss Fire 1

Gazing at the Night Army leader before him, a sense of threat, even stronger, incessantly prickled at Fang Mo’s intuition.

His forehead felt increasingly swollen with pain.

Information related to Wu Zheng also flashed through his mind.

"The leader of the Night Army in Donghua City, a cultivator aged 120 years old, with cultivation reaching the 7th Realm; participated in over a thousand battles against the Heavenly Demons throughout his life."

"Retired from the front lines 10 years ago to take charge of the Night Army here in Donghua City."

"Logically speaking, Old Wu should not be a suspect."

"But he prevented me from investigating Xiao Pei, and there’s the timing of his looking for me, as well as this increasingly strong sense of threat in my intuition."

Thinking this, Fang Mo turned his right hand behind his back, where threads and wisps of sword light twined deep in his palm, ready to erupt.

He said with a smile, "Director Wu, I came by for a casual visit, what a coincidence that you are here too?"

Wu Zheng spoke in a mild tone, "Fang Mo, ever since I assigned Qiao Wei to take over your duties, have you held a grudge against me? I did it to protect you. Xiao Pei’s case is linked to superiors’ conflict at the Dao School; it’s too much pressure for you to get involved rashly. As your leader, of course, I have to shield you. Rest assured, with Qiao Wei in charge and my personal oversight, we won’t let Xiao Pei’s case end just like that. You have to trust the leadership; trust the higher-ups’ arrangements."

"Director Wu’s concerns, I certainly understand," said Fang Mo, his face showing gratitude. "That’s why I thought to take advantage of this free time to study more at the Dao School and casually investigate the matters of Zhou Bai and Zuo Lu, to probe their depths."

Wu Zheng smiled and began to step closer to Fang Mo, "Come come, to my place. Let’s have a gathering. How long has it been since you last dined with me?"

Fang Mo replied, "No need, I still have something to do, really, I’ve got to go."

Wu Zheng’s expression tightened as he watched Fang Mo and said, "Fang Mo, you still hold a grievance against me, don’t you?"

"Remember when I first came to Donghua City to take charge of the Night Army? You were just an ordinary Night Army soldier then."

"But, the first time I saw you and the fighting spirit I saw in your eyes, I knew—this kid’s got what it takes. So I gradually promoted you, and you didn’t let me down."

"Although now we have slightly different considerations in our work, we’re still friends, aren’t we?"

"Of course, we are friends," laughed Fang Mo.

Wu Zheng extended his hand, "Then shake hands before you go."

Fang Mo hesitated slightly, eyeing the other’s gloved hands, feeling that something was off, "That won’t be necessary..."

It seemed a cold glint flickered in Wu Zheng’s eyes, "Still resentful of your old leader? Never mind about not wanting to dine with this old man, but at least shake hands before you go."

A surge of Primordial Spirit force, as high as 7999 points, arose, bringing enormous pressure upon Fang Mo.

Fang Mo figured that with his own 5th Realm strength, there was no way he could contend with the other.

With this thought, he extended his hand to shake with the other.

His whole body imbued with Primordial Spirit force, his sword ready to strike, even prepared to self-destruct his Primordial Spirit, but Wu Zheng seemed to truly just shake his hand, smiling as he said, "Alright, we’ll dine together next time. Weren’t you busy with something? Off you go."

Fang Mo gave Wu Zheng an unexpected glance, surprised that the other hadn’t attacked, and after a nod towards him, he turned and left, highly alert. But even after distancing himself by over a hundred meters from Wu Zheng, he still did not come under attack.

Watching Fang Mo turn and leave, the smile on Wu Zheng’s face faded slowly, his eyes emitting an unfathomable brilliance.

On the other hand, as soon as Fang Mo turned to depart, his pace quickened; after rounding a corner, he sprinted towards the crowded main street.

"What’s the matter? Could my intuition be wrong?" pondered Fang Mo. "Wu Zheng had no intention of harming me?"

Fang Mo was somewhat puzzled, yet the sense of threat grew heavier and more fearsome, as though a sharp long blade constantly shadowed him, ready to plunge into his back at any moment.

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"Is he still pursuing me?" Fang Mo’s expression grew stern. "Does he intend to strike here?"

Just as Fang Mo felt the threat intensify to an extreme, "Puh-ch!" a sound burst forth. In an instant, a large hole was torn open in his right ankle, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

After a somersault, Fang Mo kept his body aloft with his Primordial Spirit force and continued forward.

But astonishment filled his mind: ’What’s going on?’

"What on earth is the attack?"

"Why..."

He looked at his ankle that had been completely pierced through, "...I didn’t perceive it at all."

Puh-ch!

Puh-ch!

Puh-ch!

Fang Mo grunted as he saw his remaining hands and other foot were completely penetrated.

He fell to the ground, and his Primordial Spirit power extended to every inch of space around him, sensing everything with the utmost sensitivity.

Temperature...

Humidity...

Wind speed...

Heat...

The vibrations of the ground...

But he could not sense any enemy.

He tried to control his breathing and used his Primordial Spirit power to urgently treat the wounds, yet he was still utterly helpless against the peculiar attack.

"This is troublesome." As Fang Mo’s body shuddered slightly, he felt two more wounds burst open in his chest and abdomen, tangling up his internal organs into a chaotic mess.

"Damn... I never thought I’d die here." Blood continuously spilled from the corners of Fang Mo’s mouth. Feeling his inner strength rapidly draining, he could only switch his Primordial Spirit power to refill his physical body, temporarily maintaining its operation.

But even so, when his Primordial Spirit power was exhausted, his death was certain.

"At least I must pass on the intelligence..."

He looked towards the street corner not far from him, stretching his Primordial Spirit power over, yet feeling his sea of consciousness grow increasingly weak. The scenes before his eyes seemed to blur, and his brain’s ability to think appeared to be slowing down; dizziness gradually overtook him.

"Hold on a bit longer, Fang Mo. Don’t die in vain." Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Lin Muqing?"

Touched gently by Fang Mo’s Primordial Spirit power, Lin Muqing, who was walking down the road, unexpectedly turned around, "Captain Fang?!"

"Don’t come over here; someone is attacking me. I haven’t deciphered the method of attack. Don’t move; listen to me." Fang Mo transmitted his voice, "There’s something wrong with the Hidden Xuanpin. The Heavenly Demon left something inside last time; it must be thoroughly investigated."

Lin Muqing was stunned, "I will call the guards to help you..."

"No need, all my internal organs have been shredded; I’m as good as dead," Fang Mo said. "Keep walking as if nothing happened and immediately report this matter to..."

He thought for a moment, then firmly said, "Go tell Zhao Shouyi; he is definitely not compromised."

Lin Muqing, "Does anyone else know about this?"

Fang Mo, "No, so you must remain safe. Don’t worry about me; go find Zhao Shouyi immediately..."

"Oh~~ then I’m relieved." Lin Muqing smiled slightly, "So this is the information you wanted to report."

Fang Mo’s complexion changed slightly, "You..."

Puh-ch! A sound exploded, and Fang Mo’s head was completely mangled.

Lin Muqing smiled as he walked on. As he passed the shadow of the alley entrance, his form changed, taking on that of the one-eyed burly man who once searched Lin Muqing’s room.

He kicked aside Fang Mo’s corpse, looked at the marks underneath, and snickered, "What a nuisance." He casually rubbed out the marks on the ground with his foot, then continued following the trail of blood back where Fang Mo had come from. Looking at the symbols dripped in blood on the wall, he reached out and destroyed each one.

"Now there should be no problem."

Another voice spoke up, "No, you underestimate this old friend of yours."