Chapter 1324: "Victory"

Deji was both furious and anxious at this moment.

It was truly a case of realizing how few capable people one had only when needing them. With no one available under his command now, he couldn't even pursue the fleeing Bamo and her group.

He had no choice but to immediately order the surrounding private soldiers to block them.

There were tens of thousands of private soldiers from the Yasha Langtai family and several thousand monk soldiers from Sangha Monastery on the periphery—this force was not to be underestimated.

Although Bamo's strength was formidable, after all, her body was currently weak, not comparable to before.

Using human wave tactics, there was a chance to keep her here.

The resistance army's breakout was not easy.

Deji had issued a strict order, demanding that no matter the cost, everyone present today must be kept here.

So those soldiers completely disregarded the large number of believers around them, brazenly using heavy firearms to bombard the direction of the resistance army.

Seeing this, Liang Yue nudged Zhang Yi and sent him a message through the communication device.

"I want to go help them escape."

If Bamo's escape attempt failed, wouldn't all their previous efforts be wasted?

Zhang Yi nodded, then instructed Mu Yan to take Liang Yue over to help.

When they came, most of their people were hidden inside Mu Yan's Shadow Space, so others didn't know exactly how many people he had brought.

Everyone was wearing the same style of combat suits, so even if Liang Yue left, no one would notice her absence here for a while.

Immediately, Liang Yue and Mu Yan cooperated, taking advantage of everyone's focus on the surrounding chaos to quietly slip away.

The storm stirred up by Bamo quickly subsided, leaving the square in utter disarray.

Most of the resistance army members had not been taken away, but they had already either committed suicide or dragged others down with them.

To save Bamo, many resistance fighters who came to rescue her instead died here.

The surroundings were in complete chaos. That fierce storm surged towards the southwest direction, where gunfire and artillery sounds rang out incessantly. Superhumans from the Yasha Langtai family and Sangha Monastery were also desperately trying to encircle and block Bamo.

Drolma led the wolf pack to harass them. When she saw her sister Bamo, looking haggard yet with eyes still as sharp and piercing as a hawk's, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Sister Bamo! Are you alright!"

The two finally reunited, but there was no time for catching up.

Bamo said, "Get out of here quickly, don't delay!"

She herself was extremely surprised inside, never expecting this operation to go so smoothly.

However, recalling the reactions of the Four Great Families from the viewing platform, she couldn't help but realize something.

"They're also fighting among themselves, heh heh, that's a good thing!"

The internal conflicts within the Four Great Families had grown increasingly intense with the approach of the Prayer Festival.

Over the past two years, if not for their severe infighting, where would the resistance army have found room to survive?

Plus, with the recent encirclement and suppression of the Pagyi Family by the other three families, all three sides had lost considerable combat power, especially top-tier superhumans.

"The more fiercely they fight, the closer we are to liberating the entire Southwest Region!"

"Clank-clank-clank—"

The sound of chains rang in their ears.

From the distant snowy mist emerged a monk as thin as a stick, holding pitch-black chains, his gaze fixed intently on the resistance fighters.

From another direction, a superhuman six meters tall, resembling a jackal, tiger, or leopard, bared its fangs, murderous intent fully exposed.

From the hazy snowy mist, one superhuman after another stepped forward.

Their auras were powerful—just superhumans above 9000 points numbered six!

Although the strongest among them only had around 9500 points, for Bamo in her current state, they were still extremely troublesome opponents.

Not to mention the dozens of superhumans below squad leader level also closing in around them.

"Prepare for battle, break through!"

Bamo shouted in a deep voice.

She knew escaping wouldn't be that easy—the accumulated strength of Sangha Monastery and the Yasha Langtai family was no joke.

Just then, a sudden voice sounded beside them.

"I'll help you get away."

Bamo's eyes sharpened as she cautiously looked to the side.

However, hearing this voice, Drolma was overjoyed, "Is that you? Miss B!"

When she saw the chains binding Bamo and the others inexplicably cut earlier, Drolma knew Zhang Yi and Liang Yue had taken action.

And now, that kind-hearted woman had come to help them again.

"Create a full-scale snowstorm to obstruct their vision. I can take you away."

Liang Yue's voice sounded again.

Bamo didn't understand the situation, so Drolma briefly told her, "They're allies, trustworthy!"

Bamo hesitated no longer, quickly pushing her ability to its limit.

She spread the five fingers of her right hand, slowly rotating them in the void, then clenched tightly.

The air before them seemed grabbed by something, rapidly swirling, then surging and howling!

The cold wind swept up the snow and ice from the ground, soaring skyward. Within a radius of several kilometers, everything was covered in snowy mist, making it impossible to see the surrounding scenery clearly.

At this moment, a circular black shadow appeared not far from Bamo's feet.

Liang Yue revealed half her body covered in silver-gray armor, "Hurry, come over!"

This wasn't Drolma's first time witnessing Mu Yan's ability. She immediately led everyone into her Shadow Space.

Mu Yan then manipulated the shadow, racing close to the ground towards the southwest through the blizzard.

The snowstorm took quite a while to subside. The superhumans held their positions tightly around the area, certain that once the wind and snow ended, the resistance army absolutely couldn't hide their tracks.

Moreover, the surroundings were filled with their people, already encircling this area layer upon layer—it was impossible for them to escape silently.

But when the blizzard finally passed, everyone was dumbfounded.

Those dozens of resistance fighters had truly vanished right under their noses.

After all, although Mu Yan's ability wasn't great for combat, concealing traces was its specialty.

Shadow was a two-dimensional method; moving wouldn't cause spatial fluctuations.

Even Zhang Yi back when he was Epsilon-level hadn't detected Mu Yan hiding beside him for days, let alone these people.

...

Back at the square, the disturbance quickly ended. Although many corpses remained on site, under the direction of the monks, they were swiftly cleaned up.

Deji received the report that Bamo and the others had escaped, instantly enraged, his pupils contracting tightly. His small, mung bean-sized pupils emitted a sinister glow as if he wanted to devour someone.

He gritted his teeth, glaring fiercely at the chieftains of the other three great families.

Those people kept their eyes downcast, ignoring his attitude. In truth, they were almost laughing themselves to death inside.

This operation was led by Sangha Monastery. With this incident happening, the one suffering the greatest loss of face was Deji—it had little to do with them.

So they were delighted to see Deji embarrassed.

Deji took a deep breath, whispered a few words to a subordinate beside him, who immediately accepted the order.

Not long after, dozens of mangled, bloody corpses were carried before the sky burial platform.

A lama pointed at those corpses and loudly declared to the believers, "Those demonic people who intended to oppose the esoteric sect have all been executed!"

From such a distance, the believers couldn't tell if it was true or false. But since the lamas of Sangha Monastery said so, it surely couldn't be false.

Even if they harbored doubts, they didn't dare voice them at such a time.

It wasn't them who died. Whether it was the resistance army or other innocent victims, it had nothing to do with them. They were just here to watch the spectacle.

So soon, the scene erupted into cheers and jubilant sounds.

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