Published: February 12, 2025
The people of Scab City may have never thought that one day they would fall from the city they had lived in for generations onto the ground of Hey Ant Valley.
And they fell in a free-fall manner.
This way caused the vast majority of the city's inhabitants to lose their lives.
Even those who did not die from the height could not escape the crushing and burying caused by the building's collapse. In an instant, the entire city had almost turned into a dead city.
Only those with great strength or exceptional luck survived this catastrophic disaster.
However, the number⌠In a city with a population of a million, it was already impressive if one or two percent were able to survive.
Even those who were lucky enough to not die suffered serious injuries.
Many people's bodies were already incapable of movement; compared to those who had been crushed into meat patties, all they had left was the ability to breathe.
In the ruins, amidst the broken bricks and tiles, the chief commissioner jumped out and shouted unconsciously.
He was on the verge of madness.
Before, he had been in an extremely glorious position, controlling the life and death of a city, but in the end, he was not an emperor-like existence; he was merely the agent of the Bourbon Free Territory's committee in Scab City.
With this city, he was a big shot in the Free Territory; without this city, he was nothing.
Perhaps some other cityâs committee chair or noble would be willing to hire him as a guard.
Life had taken a dramatic turn within a single day, from the peak to the bottom, and this blow had thrown the chief commissioner into a state of insanity.
But he was indeed a skilled individual, jumping out and yelling to vent his frustrations. Suddenly, he felt something unusual around him.
With a face covered in dirt, he looked over and saw the outsider who had almost taken his life and had just turned Scab into ruins standing just a few meters away from him.
âI, I want to, kill you!â
This outsider had destroyed everything he had. The chief commissioner, with bloodshot eyes, rushed at Ye Zhongming.
Previously, with the assistance of many helpers, he had been unable to detain Ye Zhongming and had even been slashed across the face by Ye Zhongmingâs sword, nearly getting killed. Now, in a state of heightened emotion and with injuries from the fall and the crushing, he was no match for Ye Zhongming.
In just about half a minute, Ye Zhongming, without even using his weapon, found a flaw and landed a punch.
In a confrontation of this level, a single punch or kick was enough to injure bones. After being struck, the chief commissioner did not know how many bones in his body were shattered.
He knelt on one knee, covering the injured area, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and let out a reluctant roar before rushing forward again.
This time, he was knocked down even faster, one arm twisted, and broken bones pierced through. His legs also broke, with his knees crushed by Ye Zhongmingâs heavy punch, preventing him from standing up again.
Ye Zhongming glanced at him, and the ice bird in the sky descended, grabbing him by his leather armor and slowly lifting him into the air.
âWhy donât you kill me!? Why donât you kill me!?â
The chief commissioner lay on the ground, shouting at Ye Zhongming.
He knew he was crippled; even though he had an abnormal body that might allow his arm to recover, his knees would never return to normal. For someone who had held a high position for a long time, this was more painful than death.
He wanted to die in battle, to die in a confrontation of equals.
âI just didnât kill you with my own hands.â
Ye Zhongming's cold words came down from the air, leaving the chief commissioner momentarily stunned.
What did that mean?
But soon he understood; he realized that in the gaps of the ruins, and at the edges of the distant rubble, countless insects were crawling out, madly feasting on the delicious meal falling from the skyâ the flesh and blood of millions could keep these unique creatures reveling for a long time.