Otherworldly Desert Dust

"Who are you!"

At that moment, a patrolling Poison Sub-human spotted Wu Hen.

Wu Hen had already discarded the stinking green skin and stood on the deck, leaning against the railing, his gaze fixated on the colorful and bustling Red Port.

"I’m talking to you!!" the patrolling Poison Sub-human bellowed angrily.

Wu Hen ignored him, his back to the filthy, foul-smelling, chaotic Poison Sub-human stronghold, quietly waiting for something to end.

His disregard enraged the patrolling Poison Sub-human, who stepped forward to severely punish Wu Hen when suddenly, a strand of black aura entwined around him, causing his limbs to suddenly become immobilized as if shackled without compensation.

"Swoosh!"

A bronze spear pierced through him from behind, spinning with such force that it instantly shredded the internal tissues of his body!

The patrolling Poison Sub-human did not die immediately; he dully watched the ominous bronze spear that had pierced through his body from behind, only to see it make an incredible turn in flight towards the man, then unexpectedly veering towards the other patrollers at the sides of the deck!

An entire team of patrollers were impaled by the bronze spear in the blink of an eye, their blood splashing onto the deck like seawater, flowing thick and sticky.

"Enemy attack..."

"Swoosh!"

The alert Poison Sub-human had just started to speak, and the next moment he was dead.

There were many Poison Sub-humans on the deck, huddling around campfires, each group indulging in revelry. When an inexplicable disturbance arose, these groups continued to party, as their stronghold was already filled with pitiful screams. But as those screams gradually overshadowed the cries of the captives, they finally realized something was amiss.

"What is that?"

"I don’t know..."

"Get to your guard... Ahh!!!"

It was as if Death itself had infiltrated the crowd, systematically harvesting life after life, yet the spread of death remained terrifyingly rapid.

Some Poison Sub-humans, despite being a great distance away, saw members of a group fall one by one, most of their insides mashed and oozing out of holes. But in the next second, the same fate befell their comrades right beside them.

Just as their comrades fell, these Poison Sub-humans felt the position of the Evil Spear being penetrated by something, with no chance to see what was attacking them before, in their dying moments, they saw a black Evil Weapon trace bizarre arcs under the night sky, marking off names for the death register like drawing pictures, killing person after person listed for death!

From the top deck to the pilothouse...

From the upper berths to the lower cabins...

Death spread linearly, creating a grotesque and eerie scene, with continuous screams like a pond full of croaking frogs!

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Eventually, some Poison Sub-humans realized that an execution by a deity was taking place within their stronghold, and they fled the stronghold in panic, thinking that an ancient and horrifying evil spirit resided in the colossal vessel.

But even those who escaped to Sinking Street, were still overtaken by that sharp shadow; their bodies lay on the damp streets, their deaths pitiful and their faces twisted in terror, as they all had no idea which Venerable Desert Dust they had offended to bring such disaster upon themselves!

Blood spread everywhere. Naturally, Red Port also harbored powerful beings.

Many figures lingered atop the Red Port Stone Tower. Many eyes appeared around Sinking Street as well.

They didn’t know what had happened, but upon learning that all the dead were Poison Sub-humans, some people actually started to clap and cheer...

Not just Nuwa’s people, but other lineages within the Human Clan were also deeply affected, especially those that were not recognized by the Human Clan’s Divine at all.

The Ten Thousand Veins of the Human Clan, only the Human Clan’s Divine holds the power to classify the humans into hierarchies, and how they are divided depends largely on how many within the civilization have earned the title of Human Clan.

The false modesty Chang Huan of the Hao Clan boasted was merely his understatement.

Those who possess the title of Wise Person generally enter the vision of the Human Clan’s Divine, and the civilizations that these individuals belong to, to some extent, also gain the respect of the Human Clan’s Divine, escaping the so-called Lower Seed People label.

The Nuwa Lineage had only been integrated with Desert Dust for about five years, and hadn’t even stepped into the Human Clan’s Divine Realm, so naturally, no one could have received a title from the Human Clan.

In Infinite Red Port, there were also people of the Human Clan in similar circumstances to the Nuwa Lineage; how could they not wish for the Poison Sub-humans to be completely eradicated?

Yet, they were consumed with curiosity and desire, wanting to know which Venerable Desert Dust the Poison Sub-humans had offended, to bring about such annihilation in the course of a single night!

What was disgusting about the Poison Sub-humans was that they never offended those of status within the Human Clan, becoming the most loyal dogs to the powerful humans, biting whomever they were instructed to bite...

In the end, crime and evil were bound to catch up with them; a group entirely bereft of humanity was doomed to encounter one of those hidden among ordinary lives, a Venerable Desert Dust. Thus, it was only a matter of time for these Poison Sub-humans, destined not to thrive or sustain their kind; they were but a swarm of decayed flies, breeding in a short span, bound to perish under the sunlight!

...

Inside the relay station.

People crowded in front of Chief Li’s tent.

Excitement flickered across their faces, and they seemed about to roar with excitement at any moment.

It was too exhilarating!

The Poison Sub-human stronghold had been annihilated; word had spread that not a single soul was left alive!

And their so-called Poison Sub-human genius had not appeared the entire night, letting their Poison Sub-humans get executed en masse.

"Chief Li, you might as well not hide it from us—it was Lord Wu Hen, wasn’t it?" said the man who had previously been responsible for setting sail for Wu Hen and Wang Rui.

"Gentlemen, do not talk nonsense," Chief Li said.

"I heard that the Poison Sub-humans were destroyed by an Ancient Evil Weapon, which doesn’t seem like Lord Wu Hen’s Divine Skills; doesn’t he control golden lightning?"

"Seems like Lord Wu Hen also has a golden cultivation body."

"What else is Lord Wu Hen hiding from us?"

"Speaking of which, there have been people at the Longevity Sect recently spreading rumors, saying it was impossible for Wu Hen to have the power to save the world, after all, we’re talking Female and Male Dragon, a First-class Star..."

"Is it possible it was ally forces?"

As soon as these words were spoken, those who understood the survival laws of Otherworldly Dust had an epiphany! @@novelbin@@

Yes, it’s enough for our own people to know, it’s better if outsiders don’t believe it. Why expose such an existence among humans? It’s only necessary to realize that when it comes to critical moments, he stands tall and firm; at decisive moments, he kills without hesitation. He might not always shield all of Nuwa’s people, but he will certainly make those Desert Dust scoundrels who trample and erode our homeland pay tenfold, a hundredfold!

Homeland—that was his bottom line!

The Female and Male Dragon of the First-class Star, both had their upper jaws chopped off!!

"Ahem, send some people to inventory the resources left by the Poison Sub-humans," Chief Li finally said after a while.

At these words, the human elites at the station lit up with eagerness, their shoulders shaking with excitement as if they were about to spin on the spot!

It really was Lord Wu Hen’s doing!!

He alone... had eradicated the entire Poison Sub-human clan!

Chief Li, oh Chief Li, who would have thought that someone as burly as you could be so crafty!

When asked, you said you didn’t participate.

But in the tally, you contributed the most assists!

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