Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Senso-ji Temple, ruins area.

The rooftop of Building B6 in the ruins.

There was a table set up, and on the table was a Go board.

On the chessboard, thirteen black pieces and twelve white pieces form a picture often seen on hospital walls—a "miraculous healing picture."

Next, as long as White makes a move, no matter where Black moves, the outcome will always be Black losing and White winning.

The king, draped in a black cloak and wearing a mask, sat in a chair with an empty chair opposite him, as if waiting for someone to come and play chess with him.

He held the white piece, ready to make a decisive move and secure the victory!

"Reporting!"

Ye Jingchen, Yuan Zhinu, Ryoma Genichiro, and Miyamoto Shio.

He has already led the Snake Clan into the ruined battlefield!

A member of the Fierce Ghosts, wearing a white scarred mask, knelt on one knee to the right of the King's chair, head bowed, reporting on the enemy situation.

"Ah... fate!" The king looked at the white chess piece between his fingers, and sadly placed it on the corner of the table outside the chessboard.

A shadowy glint flashed in the eyes beneath the king's mask as he glanced at the Ghost Clan member who had come to report on the enemy situation. "Proceed according to the original plan!"

"Hi!" The white-scarred masked ghost nodded in response, stood up, and turned to leave!

Wang walked to the edge of the rooftop, a seventy-plus-story building. Looking down at the abandoned vehicles below, which resembled tiny soybeans, he recalled:

This was a life lived on thin ice.

In the icy wilderness of Western Siberia, he conducts research on dragons.

After the experimental base was destroyed, the icebreaker Lenin, carrying the ancient dragon embryo, crossed the ocean and arrived in Japan, just like him...

"What kind of ending would be worthy of all the hardships and wanderings we've endured?" the king murmured softly, raising his head to look at the bright moon in the sky.

The moon pulled the dark clouds over, obscuring its radiant light.

Thus, midnight became a dark and windy night.

Senso-ji Temple, under the directional sign.

Ye Jingchen leaned against the metal pole of the road sign, crossed his arms, held Wuming in front of his chest, and looked down at the family crests of the eight Serpent Clans on Wuming's sword sheath:

The bamboo and sparrow of the Uesugi family.

The sixteen-petaled chrysanthemum of the Ju family.

Gentian from the Yuan family.

The Sakurai family's phoenix.

The horse's head of the Longma family.

The Yaksha of the Miyamoto family.

The red ghost of the Inuyama family.

The spider of the Madman's family.

Ye Jingchen tapped his right index finger on his left arm intermittently, waiting quietly.

Snow is still falling.

At this moment, Ye Jingchen's head was covered in snow, making him look like a young man with white hair.

At this moment, Yuan Zhinu, holding a flowery paper umbrella, walked up to Ye Jingchen and held the umbrella to shield him from the snow.

"Still can't get in touch?" Ye Jingchen looked at the pattern on the hem of Yuan Zhinü's kimono.

Genji shook her head. "After Ryoma Genichiro led his men inside, Kaguya completely lost contact with them. There must have been signal jamming equipment placed inside the ruins!"

"How many half-demon races of the Oni Clan did Princess Kaguya estimate before?" Ye Jingchen pressed his right thumb against the hilt of the nameless sword.

Genjiro's eyes darted around as she recalled and answered, "I remember, the data that Princess Kaguya estimated was around 360."

“I have to protect Erii. Right now, besides me, probably only your father, Uesugi Echizen, can protect Japan.” Ye Jingchen turned his head and glanced at Erii in the back seat of the black Maybach.

Erii was in the car, silently watching Ye Jingchen, when she noticed him looking at her.

Erii breathed on the car window and wrote "Good luck!" on it with her index finger. She smiled slightly at Ye Jingchen.

Ye Jingchen smiled and nodded, which was his way of responding to Erii.

Yuan Zhinv placed her hand on the handle of the paper umbrella and gripped it tightly. "I understand. I'll go into the ruins and take a look!"

"Wait!" Ye Jingchen took out two small black cylinders from his pocket, opened his hand and handed them to Yuan Zhinv. "These are earplugs made with nanotechnology. They should be of some use. Be careful."

Yuan Zhinu looked at the earplugs and gave Ye Jingchen a grateful look before he took the earplugs.

She pulled the fine snow out of the paper umbrella's ribs and stuffed the paper umbrella into Ye Jingchen's arms.

Ye Jingchen waved his hand, "No need."

Yuan Zhinv showed no intention of putting the umbrella away. She looked into Ye Jingchen's eyes and said, "Ye Sang, shield yourself from the snow. Be careful not to catch a cold. I'll be right back."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingchen gave Yuan Zhinu a deep look, took the paper umbrella from her hand, and said, "Go!"

Whoosh.

Yuan Zhinü transformed into a graceful figure and vanished from the spot, her long, jet-black hair flowing freely in the snowy night.

The Emperor's speed was comparable to the instantaneous speed of a third-level Divine Speed ​​cultivator.

Thirty of the demons who had surrendered followed after seeing Genjiro set off for the ruins, carrying their weapons.

Ryoma (Sakurai Kogure) told them that if Genjiro met with misfortune, then they, the surrendered ones, would have no reason to exist.

Ye Jingchen, holding Yuan Zhinü's floral paper umbrella, glanced at Miyamoto Shio beside him and said, "Now there are only about thirty half-bloods left in the Miyamoto family."

Miyamoto Shigeo breathed on his palms, rubbed his hands together, stamped his feet, and nodded, replying in a trembling voice, "Yes, yes... I hope they can all come back soon!"

"Master Miyamoto, if you were a general, secretly observing from the shadows, and discovered that most of my men had entered the ruins," Ye Jingchen stroked his chin, "what would you do?"

Without a second thought, Miyamoto Shigeo closed his eyes and said, "Of course, we'll surround you and then carry out the decapitation strike..."

Think of this!

Suddenly!

Miyamoto Shigeo opened his eyes in horror, his golden pupils shrinking into vertical pupils like those of a cold-blooded reptile. "Deputy Director Ye, are you saying we're surrounded?"

"Heh!" Ye Jingchen looked up. "If you don't believe me, you can look around at the rooftops. See if anyone is watching us."

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Shigeo looked up repeatedly and saw a dozen or so pairs of golden eyes, glowing with a yellow light, constantly moving on the roof of the unfinished building to the east.

He spun around in place, refusing to believe it, and suddenly felt a sense of foreboding!

On the rooftops of the unfinished buildings in all four directions—east, west, south, and north—figures were trembling!

Miyamoto Shigeo looked at Ye Jingchen repeatedly, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Deputy Director Ye, the situation is bad! We are surrounded by the Fierce Ghost Clan from a high position!"

If the mixed-blood members of the Demon Clan were all armed with guns, this situation would be utterly hopeless for us!

Miyamoto Shio had barely finished speaking!

The mixed-blood demons on the rooftops of the unfinished buildings all pulled out M4A1 rifles and aimed them at Ye Jingchen and his group!

Hey!

Hey!

clatter……

A series of footsteps.

A king, dressed in a black cloak, emerged from the shadows with his head bowed and body hunched over.

The king looked up, revealing a white mask on his face. His eyes, hidden beneath the mask, were fixed intently on Ye Jingchen.

"We've finally met again. All my hard work has paid off!"

The king paused, suppressing his madness, and looked coldly at Ye Jingchen:

“I won’t shed tears until I see the coffin!”

Ye Jingchen then met the eyes of the Supreme King General, his crimson-gold pupils gleaming:

"I won't give up until I reach the Yellow River!"