You Are Strong, But Not Enough

Accompanied by the violent explosion, several high-rise buildings were shattered into pieces in the middle.

When placing the explosives, Ning Yu deliberately arranged them unevenly, causing the upper sections of the buildings to tilt in one direction after the explosion.

Right toward the position of the Wrathful Ones.

As the Wrathful Ones raised their heads, they saw the sky being obscured by the falling debris of the buildings.

Despite their mutated forms resembling small hills, they couldn’t help but feel insignificant in the face of the towering human-made structures.

Gravity is merciless, or perhaps it’s the Earth’s reluctant embrace of all living beings.

Now, this reluctance has transformed into a devastating blow, heavy enough to crush all the zombies below.

The towering Wrathful Ones were the first to suffer.

"BANG!!!!!"

"BOOM!!!!!"

Ning Yu’s gaze lingered around the lines of death on the back muscles of the Wrathful Ones, where the debris from the buildings had struck with full force.

The placement of these lines of death on these mini-giants was somewhat mysterious. Ning Yu felt like she had the machete, but she was missing a three-dimensional maneuvering device to recreate a certain scene.

The impact of the super-heavy objects instantly overwhelmed all the Wrathful Ones in that area, as they were unable to withstand the Earth’s gravitational embrace.

Next to suffer were the ordinary zombies on the ground and the lower-tier mutated zombies that couldn’t escape in time.

Countless notifications of points earned echoed in Ning Yu’s mind.

This round was another huge win.

Moreover, Ning Yu once again confirmed:

The system would count the environmental kills she created as her own points, which was incredibly generous.

Turning her head, her rabbit ears swayed slightly as Ning Yu looked at the Slothful Ones climbing over from the distance.

She calculated in her mind that only about half of the Wrathful Ones had died.

Indeed, these creatures were mid-tier mutated zombies and weren’t so easily killed.

But this was all part of Ning Yu’s plan. Her grappling hook shot out, flying toward the scene where the Wrathful Ones had been crushed.

She shook off the Slothful Ones closing in from behind.

With a few leaps, she stood on the broken edge of one of the buildings she had blown up.

That’s right, she was going to finish off the Wrathful Ones before they fully recovered.

The Blood Kite, still soaked in the blood of The Glutton, was in the distance. Ning Yu’s crimson eyes suddenly lit up as she extended her slender hand into the air.

The chilly autumn breeze brushed through her hair.

"Clang!"

The Blood Kite sensed Ning Yu’s summoning and let out a high-pitched hum, slicing through the air with a few blood butterflies fluttering around its hilt.

Along the way, it effortlessly cut through a clueless Glutton and landed steadily in Ning Yu’s hand, leaving a trail of blood in the air.

She felt like she was only missing a cheesy line: "Sword, come!"

If Shen Yiyue were here, she might have teased her with it to make her laugh.

The thought flashed through Ning Yu’s mind for just a moment. As she held the Blood Kite, she felt a steady flow of energy from its hilt.

It was extremely excited, and Ning Yu was enveloped in the Embrace of Fire, her entire body feeling as if she were bathing in a warm spring.

She shot out her grappling hook. On the ground, one of the Wrathful Ones was just about to finish regenerating its smashed head. It was the fastest to recover and thus Ning Yu’s first target.

Ning Yu shot forward like an arrow, swiftly slicing across the back of its neck!

"Slice!"

The Blood Kite in her hand moved with surgical precision, cutting a perfect blood channel along the line of death on the Wrathful One’s bulging back muscles.

"ROAR!!!!"

The Wrathful One was struck as if by lightning, its eyes wide with fury. Its muscular arm had just begun to rise but then fell limply to the ground.

It collapsed forward with a deafening crash, completely dead.

An attack along the line of death wasn’t just a physical strike.

It was an intervention into the inevitability of death, granting it in the most suitable way for the target.

All living things must die. Life and death are like front and back, up and down—two sides of the same coin.

Ning Yu didn’t stop after the first Wrathful One’s death, as the others were also continuously recovering from their injuries.

If these terrifying monsters weren’t dealt with swiftly, all her previous efforts would be wasted.

So Ning Yu continued to fire her grappling hook, darting between the towering bodies of the Wrathful Ones, circling to their necks, and granting them death one by one.

The Blood Kite had never feasted like this before. The red in Ning Yu’s eyes had intensified to the point where it was almost impossible to discern her expression, leaving only an overwhelming aura of killing intent!

Yet Ning Yu remained perfectly calm, unaffected by the full activation of the Embrace of Fire, because this was the Blood Kite, "completely hers."

The last Wrathful One had fully recovered. Seeing Ning Yu flying toward it, it swung its massive arm with tremendous force, a strike that would surely send her flying if it landed.

But Ning Yu’s physical abilities were no longer what they used to be. With a slight sidestep, she spun the Blood Kite and plunged it into the Wrathful One’s heavy arm.

She continued forward without pause, slicing a long blood trail along its arm as if it offered no resistance at all.

A confident smile spread across her lips as she reached its back. With a slight tug of her grappling hook, she swung the Blood Kite and delivered a final slash to its neck!

Without looking back, she landed gracefully on the ground, habitually performing a blood shake before releasing the Blood Kite, letting it fly freely with the blood butterflies.

And in that very moment.

"BOOM!"

The last Wrathful One fell lifelessly to the ground, revealing the sunlight that had been blocked by its massive body.

The light eagerly shone on the silver hair cascading down Ning Yu’s back, making it appear even more pristine and radiant.

Ning Yu retracted her grappling hook, slowly readjusted the rabbit-eared hat that had slipped during the battle, and looked up at the zombies closing in around her.

It was time to retreat again. Continuing to fight here would only lead to being surrounded.

Ning Yu fired her grappling hook, carrying her back to the broken edge of the blown-up building.

"Clap—clap—clap—"

A series of slow, deliberate claps echoed through the air.

The sound was oddly out of place amidst the roars of the zombies. If rapid clapping was a sign of praise, then this kind of clapping could only mean one thing.

Mockery.

Standing atop the ruins, Ning Yu turned her head abruptly.

A young man with short, ash-white hair stood behind her, his arms crossed and a playful smile on his face as he watched her.

The young man took a large, exaggerated scythe off his back, then pressed his face against the blade, not even caring as it cut into his skin and drew blood.

With a sickening grin, he said:

"You’re strong, but not strong enough."

"Let me grant you release."

"Miss Pride will surely reward me for this..."