Chapter 1131: Evacuation Begins

"I'm withdrawing... What about the others?"

Yunyao looked at Chutianqiu with a complex expression in her eyes.

"The remaining people each have their own fate," Chutianqiu said seriously in a low voice. "Even someone as strong as Zhangshan can't fully resist Baihu. He can only temporarily enhance his physical body, but Baihu still has the destructive 'Huixiang.' So, those who can withdraw need to do so first."

Yunyao nodded after hearing this. She felt that Chutianqiu seemed a bit different now.

This was a state she had never sensed before, as if he were worrying about his teammates in that conversation.

In the past, the most common thing Yunyao heard from Chutianqiu was, "For more people to survive, it's normal for some to die."

These two ideas seemed to point in the same direction, yet they felt slightly different.

Yunyao shook her head and stepped back. "Chutianqiu, just now Baihu said... we might not have another Lunhui."

"I expected that." Chutianqiu lifted his head and glanced at the sky. "But Tianlong won't wake until tomorrow. There's still a lot we can do. This is just the beginning, right?"

"Hope so..."

Yunyao sighed and retreated, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

As she passed by Jiang Ruoxue, she glanced at her, but neither of them spoke—they simply brushed shoulders in that instant.

Baihu never imagined that someone on the field could collide with him head-on, so he became cautious for a moment.

But he quickly figured out the situation. This person must be one of "Shenli," "Manli," or "Tianxingjian," though no matter what, he could only possess one type of ability.

Moreover, from the way he had just taken that punch, the burly man in front of him wasn't fierce enough. Any enhancement to the body through "Xianfa" would strengthen or weaken based on the person's level of rationality.

For such a highly rational "participant," "Manli" alone was enough to overpower "Tianxingjian."

Baihu decided swiftly and charged forward, exchanging punches with Zhangshan. Their bizarre fight drew curious glances from everyone around.

After all, Zhangshan mostly used mixed martial arts techniques, combined with the immense power of "Tianxingjian," constantly trying to pin down Baihu. Meanwhile, Baihu's fighting style was more like that of a mindless beast.

He even moved on all fours across the ground, then headbutted toward his opponent's nose. During this, giant trees kept falling from above his head, and his body would occasionally erupt in flames.

Fortunately, Zhangshan had "Tianxingjian," which allowed ordinary injuries to heal on their own.

Their battle was like a chain of car crashes, creating massive shockwaves that kept the nearby crowd at a distance. Zhangshan felt pain all over his body, as if he were grappling with someone in armor. But now, he was probably the only one who could hold Baihu back—if he retreated, everyone would die.

Soon, however, he realized a more pressing issue: based on his memory, his "Tianxingjian" usually didn't last long, and he would likely be defeated within seconds.

He seized the last chance to dodge one of Baihu's fatal attacks, then swung his fist toward his opponent's face. Baihu immediately raised his arm to block.

In the next second, Zhangshan's fist was suddenly covered in a layer of cotton, followed by a large rock, and in just a breath, iron spikes protruded from the rock.

The punch landed with a thunderous crash. All the rocks on Zhangshan's arm shattered, and the spikes embedded into Baihu's arm, forcing him back five steps.

"Ha..." Zhangshan's fist was now bleeding, but the wound began to heal instantly. "I told you, if everyone pitches in, there's nothing we can't solve."

As he spoke, he noticed his fist still hurt a bit. Glancing down, he saw the wound healing more slowly than usual.

"You..."

Baihu gritted his teeth and pulled the spikes from his arm, then lunged again. In the next second, several nearby corpses rose and charged forward, grabbing hold of Baihu.

Under the combined "Huixiang" efforts of the crowd, Baihu gained no advantage for the moment.

Suddenly—

Amid the struggle, a sound like a storm of rain hitting the ground, a "rustling," began echoing across the square.

Baihu and the people around him paused, carefully searching for the source of the massive noise.

A moment later, Baihu turned back and looked at what was "empty" behind him.

In the void, fragments the size of beans poured down like a torrential downpour.

Those black beans fell at an angle, as if a sack full of rice had been slashed open in midair.

Once the black beans hit the ground, they spread out like sewage, colliding with the surface and continuing to make rustling sounds.

The giant clock and display screen were indeed gone, but the fragments kept emerging from above and raining down.

Baihu trembled all over as he stepped forward, trying to catch the fragments, his expression filled with grief.

Yet the countless fragments simply slipped through his fingers, showing no sign of stopping.

In mere moments, the fragments from the giant clock and display screen had poured out completely, leaving the square silent once more, with debris scattered everywhere.

Yan Zhichun knew that all four giant clocks had collapsed. From this point on, "Huixiang" would become an invisible and inaudible open secret for everyone.

"Everyone, I am Yan Zhichun, and I am the Jidao King."

Baihu had truly gone mad. He roared about killing all the "rebels" while swinging at Zhangshan in front of him, sending him flying.

"Our first-phase task is complete. Now, please follow all the team leaders to escape."

The many "participants" who had been stunned nearby finally understood their current objective upon hearing Baihu's command, and they began following him in a frenzy, attacking the numerous "Jidao" members on site.

Zhangshan's "Tianxingjian" had worn off, and just as he was about to be finished off, he was saved by the person with small glasses. Chutianqiu covered the rear, while "Tiandang Kou" started escorting all the "Jidao" members to withdraw.

The "Jidao" members shifted their focus, first forming small teams with those nearby, then rushing toward the various team leaders Yan Zhichun had named earlier.

"If anyone is too exhausted, you can rest in place. We'll meet again in the next Lunhui."

"Wait...! Our team is too large!" Jiang Ruoxue shouted amid the chaos. "Split off a part to follow Xiaoxiao!"

"After all, we'll be on the run until dusk arrives."

Baihu was in a killing rage, charging straight into the crowd. He couldn't distinguish between "rebels" and "Jidao," simply unleashing continuous explosions that turned the entire square into a sea of fire.

The massive blasts and smoke became the perfect cover for everyone to hide. Those not killed on the spot immediately crouched low and began weaving through the crowd.

"And after dusk, we'll board the train destined for death."

"That will be our starting point, and it will also be our end."

"Everyone, long live Jidao."