Outside the automobile factory, the Demon Hunters and Containment Officers were primed for attack at any moment.
Above a cluster of clouds tinged with a bluish-grey hue, a Ghost Dragon wove through the mist. Seated securely between the twin horns on its head, Wen Wen, wearing a sinister crown crafted from pure gold, exuded an austere Ghost Qi.
The massive dragon head tilted slightly downwards, as Wen Wen peered at the automobile factory below.
The coalition of Demon Hunters and Containment Officers formed five teams, spreading out in five directions around the automobile factory.
In each of these directions, there was a point where demon energy gathered. Destroy these five gathering points, and the demons would be unable to consolidate their strength, turning them into headless flies, easily slaughtered by the coalition.
Five True-order Masters, aside from Wen Wen, each led a team to prevent any accidents.
Wen Wen himself flew through the air, overseeing the entire battlefield. The crown on his head was a trophy claimed after defeating Wen Li.
This crown’s ability could resurrect the dead to fight in battle, and on such a battlefield, it could wield a power equal to an entire army!
Although Wen Wen temporarily didn’t enter the fray himself, he could influence the battle situation with this crown and some other abilities.
The Ghost Dragon lifted its head, climbing higher and higher, breaking through the clouds, revealing a night sky far purer and clearer than before.
Wen Wen focused on the stars emitting a fine glow, closely monitoring the celestial movements.
Only then could he most accurately detect the start of the ritual.
As it neared midnight, the starry sky appeared unchanged, yet a beam of dim starlight, visible to the naked eye, descended from the firmament, passing through the clouds.
The Ghost Dragon followed the starlight down, watching it sink into the automobile factory.
The starlight seemed to contain endless mysteries, gradually dissipating after entering the factory without a trace.
Both the main and secondary sites required this beam of starlight to activate the summoning ritual. Now that the starlight had landed and dissipated at the main site, it was impossible for the secondary site to conduct the ritual again.
In other words, by stopping this ritual, Klauri could not appear.
"It’s time to act, in the war of blood and fire, a stronger Sanctuary will be forged!"
Wen Wen disappeared into the air, entering the Sanctuary and activating the Cataclysm Prison state, snapping his fingers.
Streams of energy crossed the mysterious boundary, reaching the locations of the puppet rats he had planted in advance, exploding thunderously!
Gigantic Crosses rose at various nodes within the automobile factory, their fierce energy decimating every life and non-life form nearby to dust.
A total of seven such Crosses surrounded the entire automobile factory, enveloping the site in a Catastrophe Level aura, inciting fear within their hearts.
Tie Xingzhou, Ghost Taker, and others, who had long been eager for action, immediately issued attack orders. The five teams were like five sharp knives, stabbing into the automobile factory, as fragile as a cake.
As the starlight fell, cheers erupted from the three in the Central Temple.
Ollie held her heart with hands, her face flushed with a dreamy look, lost in indecent thoughts.
Brookley took out a manuscript—it was his speech for when he met the Pure White Lord. Even though he hadn’t captured the Little Wagtail Ghost, he still needed to flatter as much as possible.
As for Drill-head Grandpa, he couldn’t suppress his excitement, breaking into a lively dance, somewhat reminiscent of the Landas Ghost Shadow’s funeral dance...
The other demons knelt down, offering their sincerest respect to the soon-to-arrive Landas Ghost Shadow.
A vague crack opened in the air, formed by bonds and connections, and once it was large enough, Klauri could enter.
Just then, a violent tremor and pressure occurred. Seven enormous black Crosses rose, surrounding the automobile factory, the intense oppression causing the kneeling demons to tremble involuntarily.
"Damn it, how can there be a Catastrophe Level disrupting at this time!"
Ollie’s face abruptly twisted, her body swelling in size, shrouded in a flame-like demon aura.
"Waa-ya-ya-ya..." Drill-head Grandpa was too angry to speak, his head spinning and smoking.
"Sow, old rascal, calm down, it’s not a direct Catastrophe but a remote attack or an item imbued with Catastrophe aura..."
Brookley’s forehead veins were popping, yet he maintained composure: "Seems like we’ve been discovered by the Hunters Association, but this ritual proceeds faster than a normal one. We just need to hold out for a while."
He twisted his fingers, attempting to activate the factory’s defense mechanism, only to realize the seven Crosses had exploded precisely at the critical nodes of the defensive runes, rendering his meticulously set up defenses unable to activate.
"Bloody hell, which ** dares to interfere, I..."
Brookley almost rushed out to fight the intruders, fortunately held back by Drill-head Grandpa and Ollie.
Ollie, her expression contorted, said, "The descent ritual must not be interrupted. I’ll guard the ceremony here, you two go hold off the enemy, under no circumstances can they break through to here."
Hearing this, Drill-head Grandpa immediately spun around in place and burrowed into the ground.
Brookley, on the other hand, took out a flashy conch and blew hard, the sound rippling outward.
This conch, named the Magical Conch, was a useless battle tool but a universal auxiliary for other purposes.
When this Magical Conch is blown, its power can perform simple actions.
Including but not limited to, drawing curtains, pressing switches, sending information to subordinates, turning on the TV, letting the kitchen cook by itself, letting the computer type by itself, etc., it is known as a lazy person’s Divine Artifact.
Brookley used this conch mainly to issue instructions to his subordinates. The command he just gave was to have all the demons in the automobile factory fully resist the external enemies!
After the conch’s sound, streams of demon Qi rose, like black smoke rising to the sky, along with all sorts of eerie howls and a heavy sulfur scent, as if bringing people into Hell.
The cement floor of the factory was pried open, as scarlet tentacles stretched out, and Tentacle Monsters, with bellies full of teeth, crawled out, emitting terrifying roars.
Huge mosquitoes flapped their wings, hovering in the sky, blocking out the starlight!