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Chapter 740 - 305: Dawn Joins!!

Qi Hao forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

Looking at Lei Meng and Liu San in the front seat, his voice filled with deep gratitude and a hint of incredulous doubt: "Brother Meng, Brother San, you’re not going to the front? In that pit..."

Liu San, who was driving, took a fierce drag from his cigarette butt.

Without even turning his head, he chuckled and scolded, "Silly boy! Can money ever be more important than brothers!? Don’t you damn well underestimate Brother Meng!"

Lei Meng nodded heavily, his rugged face now filled with an unquestionable seriousness: "Brother Su Hao, you are all under my protection, Lei Meng! If it weren’t for Brother Su Yu and the others risking their lives last night, would our Cyan Dragon Gang be in this position today? Could the casino have opened? Now brothers are fatally injured trying to find us, hanging by a thread! You want me to leave him and rush to the front for things that may not even be within our grasp?"

He paused, his voice as resolute as an oath, carrying the straightforward loyalty unique to the underworld: "I, Lei Meng, cannot do such a thing! We save the person first, everything else can wait!"

These words left Qi Hao stunned.

He hadn’t expected these people to truly value loyalty.

Qi Hao had assumed they would be blinded by the so-called divine remains in the pit.

So he didn’t even ask them to take him and Qingzi back.

He didn’t expect them to proactively come out of the Force Field.

This did change Qi Hao’s view of them a little.

Meanwhile, as Lei Meng and his group swiftly evacuated with Fang Qingyu.

At the center of the elevated bridge ruins.

The atmosphere around the massive pit had already reached a fever pitch.

As the earth-shaking golden-white light and the terrifying Black Wind Domain completely dissipated, the swirling dust gradually settled.

The greed of surviving the calamity instantly overwhelmed the lingering fear.

"Charge! The corpse of the God!"

"Damn it, getting even a piece of bone would be a fortune!"

"Get out of the way! Move it!"

"Who the hell dares to compete with me?!"

The desperados from Gray Rock District and surrounding gangs.

Like hyenas smelling blood, red-eyed, roaring, they burst from cover on all sides, rushing towards the massive pit in a wild scramble.

They trampled over the scorching glazed ground and leaped over twisted and broken steel bars.

Ignoring the lingering charred smell and the faint electrical tingle in the air.

All of them had only one target.

The legendary remnants of the God at the bottom of the pit!

Getting closer and closer to the pit’s edge.

Thirty meters... twenty meters... ten meters...

The ones at the front couldn’t wait to crane their necks and peer into the pit.

The bottom of the pit was a mess.

The massive impact had further collapsed the ground, creating an even deeper bowl-shaped depression.

The pit walls were in a smooth glaze state, reflecting an eerie sheen.

And in the center of the pit.

Lay a massive and battered body quietly.

Large patches of dark red metallic-feeling feathers had shed, revealing the equally scorched flesh below.

Nine serpent-like necks drooped lifelessly.

Some of the bird heads were even broken and deformed, looking extremely miserable.

The enormous body was covered with terrifying wounds torn by Thunder and burned by Karmic Fire, dense divine black air seeping out from these wounds, exuding a chilling sense of decay.

"A divine corpse! It really is a divine corpse!!"

"My heavens! We’ve hit the jackpot!!"

"Quick! Get down there! Hurry up!"

Euphoria instantly drowned all those who had rushed to the pit’s edge.

In their eyes, only the remains representing endless wealth and Power remained, thoughts of danger and companions were cast aside.

The crowd, as if dumplings were being dropped into soup.

Started to slide down the steep pit walls recklessly.

Or searched for relatively gentle paths to rush down.

However, amidst this feverish atmosphere, some slightly calmer individuals, or rather those who initially had thoughts of picking up other spoils, gradually sensed something was amiss.

"Huh? Where are the people?"

"Yeah! Just now two people were fighting, one covered in golden light, the other in white fire... where did they go?"

"Such a huge commotion, do they just disappear after the fight? Not even a trace left behind?"

"Impossible! Even if they were blasted to ashes, there should be some signs, like weapon fragments..."

"Look quickly! Besides that monstrous corpse, there really doesn’t seem to be anything else at the bottom of the pit!"

This discovery was like cold water doused into a boiling pot of oil.

The feverish emotions cooled slightly, replaced by immense doubt and a hint of unease.

Those two beings who seemed like gods descended, after the battle ended, along with all traces of them, vanished without a trace.

As if they had never appeared at all.

This was too bizarre.

Not in line with common sense.

But seeing the divine remnants at the bottom of the pit, still exuding an enticing aura, greed ultimately overpowered doubt.

More and more people began to climb down recklessly, and the sounds of fighting and shouts echoed at the pit’s bottom.

...

High above everyone, amidst the thick cloud cover.

A crimson figure was hovering there, her clear red pupils nervously scanning the chaotic battlefield below and the retreating stream of vehicles.

It was Jiang Wei.

When the Ghost Carriage was completely obliterated, and the Black Wind Domain dispersed, she immediately wanted to rush to the spot where Fang Qingyu fell.

However, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her way without warning.

It was a man dressed in an ancient-style dark robe, with a young face yet carrying an ageless wisdom.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his aura deep as the sea.

It was the City Lord of this City of Injustice!

Jiang Wei furrowed her elegant brows, the dim Red Lotus Karmic Fire around her flickering slightly, her clear red eyes full of vigilance: "Who are you?!"