Moreover, in the past, Tang Jin and Jiang Wuji had a good relationship; if he wanted to launch a sneak attack and betrayal, Jiang Wuji would surely be unprepared.

Tang Jin certainly couldn’t accept such an accusation and immediately impeached Vitinya at the council, accusing him of being the thief crying thief.

Mokaka and Aurora did express some differing opinions, but they were already unable to prevent the outbreak of civil war.

Finally, on October 6th, 2079, the Third Legion fired the first shot, attacking the Fourth Legion’s base with overwhelming force.

But surprisingly...

This attack actually included figures from the battleship fleet.

That is to say, Jin’s favorite student, Navy Commander Kasima Reiko, chose to stand on Vitinya’s side.

Perhaps because she has never particularly liked Tang Jin, or maybe because...she truly believes Jiang Wuji died at Tang Jin’s hands; anyway, she showed her stance through her actions.

But by taking sides like this, the situation immediately worsened.

The Third Legion and Fourth Legion were initially evenly matched, with marshals of comparable strength, and even if they fought, it would most likely end in a stalemate, nothing more than a tug-of-war.

Yet now, the former has support from the battleship fleet...the orbital fleet relentlessly dropped bombs and directed laser bombardments at the Fourth Legion, causing the originally balanced battle to transform into a one-sided massacre.

Tens of thousands of innocent soldiers perished in the bombings.

At that moment, Chen Zaikun just finishing setting up defenses and returning from the battlefield had no choice but to drag his exhausted body to mediate, but the two legions were already blinded by rage, unable to calm down, wanting only to send each other to hell.

They even deployed weapons of mass destruction, turning the plains initially planned for new city construction into a land devastated beyond recognition.

Seeing this, the "opportunists" within the Equality Association also began to take sides.

Nest City Central City No. 3, all territory of Nest City No. 4, and Upper Cities of Nos. 6 and 7 chose to stand on Vitinya’s side.

Lower City of No. 6, and entire territories of Nos. 10, 11, 14 were courted by Tang Jin with benefits.

Even the original military factions split into several groups, aligning with different legions.

Civil war seemed unavoidable.

Yun You initially planned to return and mediate between the two sides, but under Aurora’s persuasion, she gave up.

Because she understood she had more critical tasks.

Currently, she was like a needle deeply rooted in the hearts of giant corporations and the Death God Organization, poised to strike at these forces at any moment.

Her actions kept the enemies from rallying a grand army to retaliate against the Equality Association.

In other words, if Yun You chose to return at that moment, the enemy’s counterattack would immediately unfold.

By then, if she couldn’t quickly quell the internal turmoil with firm action, the Equality Association would endure dual blows from inside and outside, potentially doomed.

Perfect plans are rare; Yun You could only choose the lesser of two evils.

Fortunately...the chaos didn’t last too long.

Because after two months, the enigmatic "disappearance" emerged again.

Except this time, its target was Tang Jin.

On November 13, 2079, Tang Jin launched a mobilization meeting, urging all soldiers supporting her to engage in a decisive battle against Vitinya, and the entire process was live-streamed, allowing Vitinya himself and other senior and junior disciples to be well aware of it.

...

A million troops, shrouded in black, blanket the desolate plains.

Countless heads form a still sea, innumerable eyes fixed on the figure atop the platform.

Tang Jin stands at the center of the steel-framed podium, her figure framed in the cold white dawn, like a deity nailed at the intersection of light and shadow. The microphone strikes her metallic voice into the soldiers’ ears.

"Today’s battle is inevitable."

"I am the marshal of the Equality Association, the appointed leader of the Fourth Legion by our mentor!"

"Vitinya has no authority to doubt me, much less the right to question whether I’ve done anything to wrong the First Legion; I’m his senior sister, traditionally more suited to bear our mentor’s expectations than him."

"But now, he concocts such phony lies, aiming to eliminate our hard-established Fourth Legion! Everyone... do you wish to see this happening?"

"No! No!"

The wave of sound surges, as soldiers’ voices burst forth like ripping air.

"No way!"

This sound is like a dying beast’s roar, making the ground tremble slightly.

"Then where do we go from here?!"

Tang Jin’s eyes widen fiercely, her beautiful face beneath the mask distorted, she screams out her question...

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The roar swells.

Ironically, since its establishment, the Fourth Legion had never launched an attack on foreign enemies; its most spirited battle is now this civil war.

Every member of the Equality Association watching the live stream is speechless, feeling the words stuck in their throat.

Helplessly witnessing what was before them, knowing that no matter what, stopping this war is likely impossible.

However, just then...

An anomaly abruptly arises.

"..."

In an instant, the entire world seemed violently stripped of the foundation for sound existence by an invisible giant hand.

Nearly a million Fourth Legion soldiers kept their mouths open in passion but could no longer utter any sound; countless arms vigorously raised to maintain the posture of charging yet lost the force driving them.

The world fell into a suffocating vacuum, as if the wind had its throat choked, unable to emit even a whimper.

Then came light, not from the sun, but from every soldier, every piece of armor, and every weapon erupting from within. Cold, dazzling, absolutely pure white, silently devouring everything.

Rather than bursting forth, the light resembled more a dissolution; a million figures, along with their shadowed heaviness cast beneath them, their weapons reflecting cold light, the myriad foldable chairs bearing their weight...everything rapidly decomposed in that blinding white.

Like salt grains sinking into boiling water, quietly dissolving into the unseen.

The view scorched empty by white light, leaving only a dead silence buzzing in ears, in merely one heartbeat’s pause, or perhaps even less time. The brightness withdrew like receding tides, revealing a scene of eerie emptiness.

The vast plaza that bared a torrent of steel and flesh, now only endless desolation. White foldable chairs remained arranged into strict formations, densely packed like an abandoned cemetery of tombstones.

"Creak~"

Wind passed, chair legs issued faintly hollow moans. Only one chair flipped abruptly, as if carelessly nudged by an unseen hand.

On the podium, precisely where Marshal Tang Jin once stood, there was also nothing but void. Only the microphone dangled alone before the empty metallic stand, gently oscillating.

A marshal’s...dark military cap embellished with bronze patterns, freed from its cranial support, finally fluttered down, spinning gently from mid-air, landing silently on the cold iron platform.

The atmosphere bore a peculiar scent of "emptiness," a massive void left by the instantaneous erasure of a million flesh and blood.

Within this suffocating vacuum, a faint, distant yet immensely clear sound suddenly seeped in.

"Splash...splash..."

Like waves. Bit by bit, carrying a salt and moist scent, it softly washed over the void, caressed the cold foldable chairs, intertwined the suspended microphone, ultimately engulfing the freshly grounded marshal’s cap.

Tang Jin, along with her patriots considering risking everything for her in exchange for glory and wealth, all...vanished.

In literal terms, vanished without a trace, mirroring Jiang Wuji’s fate identically.