Chapter 342: Sorting: Part 1

Passengers were screaming. Everyone ran away in fear to somewhere safe. Some were hiding and peeking out from behind obstacles. But not everyone was a curious bunny, sticking out the neck for no good reason. Those people just left.

The airport security was running in their direction with guns drawn in their hands.

When Whalerudder saw the white armored man, she knew she could not run away anymore. Had she not seen the battle between him and Bluetail, she might want to fight back. But now, she raised her hands and said, “We surrender.”

Her reaction startled Lin Sheng, who was about to snap the necks of the two persons in his hands. He had seen many cowards, but her cowardness was at another level. She had surrendered before he had even done anything.

Lin Sheng concealed himself with dark energy earlier while he came. It was to attract as little attention as possible while finishing the battle as quickly as he could. He would overpower the three when they were low on guard. And things went according to plan.

He had apprehended Madram and Blacklion. That left one more to deal with. But finding his ‘old friend’ Whalerudder here was a surprise. The last time they met, Whalerudder was beating him black and blue. She had brought down the walls on many floors.

“Surrender?” Lin Sheng grinned. “Very well. Then everything should belong to me. Where is the soul vessel?”

Without saying a word, Whalerudder took out the great soul vessel and tossed it to Lin Sheng. No point having the soul vessel if that meant she would lose her life.

Lin Sheng caught the metal box, flicked the switch, and the lid popped open. Inside was a white object that looked like a crystal walnut. It emitted thin waves of soul power.

“That’s a lot of soul power!” Lin Sheng was delighted to get his hands on this thing. He had gone so far as to kill a powerful Six-winger to get it. A Six-winger may have only been an annoying bug to the Night Lord, but it was at Lin Sheng’s limit, representing all his strength.

“Since you surrender, then let’s go!” Lin Sheng smiled at Whalerudder. He moved to the back of her like a bolt of lightning and struck the back of her head.

Whalerudder felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, and the world started to spin around her. Then, she lost consciousness.

“Err, I think I’ve cracked her skull.” Whalerudder heard Lin Sheng say that before she passed out entirely.

…

Dimpera, the second largest city of Xylond.

A Ferris wheel-styled hotel with capsule rooms hanging from its rim was slowly rotating on its axis. In one of the suite, three mysterious figures, wearing a white robe with the pattern of a spiky sun stood in the middle of the room, staring at the five men standing opposite them.

All five men wore leather suits and shoes. The leading figure wore a pair of brown glasses and held a stack of documents in his hands, looking grave.

“The infiltration of Sevenlocks Tower and the outbreak of ‘black fluid’ have intensified. Compared with other regions of the world, Xylond is the hardest-hit. So, the purpose of inviting you all here is hope you all could stop the spread of the ‘black fluid’.”

The leading figure a white robe nodded. “It’s our honor. This is what the temple is for.”

“I appreciate it,” the man in glasses said. “The commander-in-chief of the TSSF has set off to intercept the heads of the major cult groups invading the border. I wonder if the temple…”

The man in the white robe looked up, revealing his handsome and young face. It was Adolf, Lin Sheng’s disciple. “The lord has dispatched a group of clergymen to the rendezvous to conduct ‘black fluid’ screening. The Assembly shouldn’t be worried. Xylond is also our homeland,” Adolph answered.

“That will be great. Now with the reemergence of the Sevenlocks Tower, the three secret realms are ready for war, and the other areas are feckless. We are on our own.”

“That’s right,” Adolf replied.

The sanctum had grown in confidence after the impartment of dark-energy and holy power cultivation techniques throughout the sanctum.

Led by Khadula, the Night Lord and the Steel Lord, the power of influence of the Sanctum had increased.

Forget about dark energy, the holy power was the real deal. With the aid of the holy power font, the three commanders got a big jump in their strengths.

The strength of the holy power was not only in healing but also in the explosive growth and inherent exclusivity to other energies.

The three commanders and the hundreds of qualified priests below them had benefitted from the holy power font and grown stronger in their strengths.

And the Sanctum had risen in influence because of its warm relationship with the government of Xylond.

A special existence like the Sanctum of Shadow was more inclined to killing and supervision. This was a cost-effective deal for the government of Xylond, which lacked the low- to medium-level supernatural powers.

However, in other regions, the three secret realms have sent many elites to the unknown areas. They wanted to focus their strengths on building up their core positions.

…

In the basement, the earth was glowing in a faint white light in the dark. The thin particles of holy power were increasing the concentration of holy power in the basement.

Whalerudder, Blacklion, and Madram were bound by white chains in the isolation room. They were dispirited. The holy power had suppressed their dark energy. They could neither use their power beyond their bodies nor fire up their internal energy.

“Now what? Just wait for our final day without putting up a fight?” Madram was a little emotional. The other two knew why Madram was afraid; he had been beaten the most before this.

“What can we do? This white power is too repulsive. It has restricted at least half of my strength.” Blacklion sighed. “Not to mention that person is still here. If we fight back…”

“Let’s just wait and see. Since that person didn’t kill us right away, it means that we are still useful to him,” Whalerudder said. “Besides, the elders must have found out that we are trapped.”

“And then? They would come to rescue us? They can’t even find us.” Depressed, Madram ran his fingers through his hair. They looked at a corner of the basement.

In the corner of the one-way mirror in the room was a small window, through which they could communicate with the people outside.

“We don’t even know when that person will remember us,” Whalerudder said.

Just then, they felt a tremor coming from outside the holding cell.

“What’s going on? Earthquake?” Blacklion asked. They got up and went to the window. They heard a hissing sound. A dazzling white light shone through the window followed by deep breathing, rumbling noise, and tremors.

They had to stop and cover their eyes with their hands to protect themselves from the blinding light.