Chapter 972: The Survivor Returns To The Team

Wu Xiangnan held the sword hilt tightly with both hands, two black suns were burning in his eyes, and the sun law in his body flowed into Susanoo's body along the sword hilt.

boom--!

Wu Xiangnan's left hand burst out a cloud of blood mist, which turned into countless white threads and disappeared without a trace.

Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, he clenched his teeth, holding the hilt of Amacongun Sword in his right hand, and slashed down along Susanoo's throat!

The sharp sword cut across the huge body, leaving a shocking sword mark. Wu Xiangnan held the sword and landed on the ground. The Tiancongyun sword in his hand was already stained red with blood.

Hot divine blood spilled from the air, staining the light blue cloak with blood, Wu Xiangnan raised his head, looked at Susano who was dying under the law of the sun, and slowly closed his eyes...

He took a deep breath and let it out long,

The stagnation and hatred that had lingered in his heart for these years disappeared with this filthy breath.

He had waited nearly ten years for this moment.

"I killed him." Wu Xiangnan muttered to himself,

"Unfortunately, you can no longer see..."

boom--! !

Susanoo's huge body crashed to the ground, billows of smoke and dust flew up, blowing the light blue cloak into the air.

A blood mist erupted from Wu Xiangnan's right arm, his flesh and blood dissipated, and his figure became a little transparent again. The blood-stained Tiancongyun sword in his hand also fell into the ground and sank deeply into the soil.

Two figures of dark gray and dark red walked behind him.

Wang Mian and Lin Qiye looked at each other with complicated expressions, but they didn't bother the man who was standing in front of Susanoo's body, muttering to himself.

Clouds of blood mist exploded on Wu Xiangnan's body, and his figure gradually dissipated. In the end, he slowly turned around. The eyes of this thirty-four or five-year-old man already contained tears.

He looked at Lin Qiye and Wang Mian, and smiled:

"Thank you."

"You don't need to thank us. You have been preparing for ten years alone, planning boldly and leaving no room for retreat. You deserve it to get to this point." Wang Mian couldn't help but sigh, "You Wu Xiangnan can kill gods with your mortal body. The first...and maybe the last."

Three artifacts, three magic circles of forbidden spells, a human ceiling, an agent who was boosted to the divine realm by a futon, and an undead swordsman who gained the power of law for a short time through rebirth... Many factors merged. It was difficult to kill a god barely.

This process cannot be replicated or repeated.

Wu Xiangnan looked at Lin Qiye with extremely gentle eyes, "Qiye, after all the work is done, if you have time, go back to Cangnan to have a look... Hongying, Qimo, they are all waiting for us.

At that time, if they ask me, you just say..."

Wu Xiangnan lowered his head, glanced at his body that was about to dissipate, and smiled bitterly, "Just say that I'm a little busy, and I can't go back for the time being."

A burst of sourness came to Lin Qiye's heart. He looked at Wu Xiangnan, put his weather-beaten face on the same level as the vice-captain in Cangnan's office, and nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, I'll be back."

Wu Xiangnan took a deep look at him, like an old father who witnessed his child's growth with his own eyes, his eyes were full of relief and pride.

"I'm leaving."

Wu Xiangnan turned his head, dragged his figure that was about to dissipate, and walked towards somewhere in Gaotianyuan, as if he was looking for something.

A hazy blood mist enveloped his body, and white strands floated out. The infinitely transparent figure finally stopped on a certain broken ground.

He squatted down slowly, the blood-stained light blue cloak was scattered on the ground, his eyes were fixed on the nothingness under his feet, and he closed his eyes.

Here is where his teammates are buried.

It is also his final destination.

boom--!

Finally, a cloud of blood mist burst out, and Wu Xiangnan's body turned into a white silk thread, which faded away little by little. His lips parted slightly, and he said with a smile:

"Wu Xiangnan, a survivor of the [Blue Rain] team, requests to return to the team..."

His last murmur echoed in the air.

The blood-stained light blue cloak gently fell on the ground, like an unnamed tombstone engraved with meritorious deeds, causing the souls buried here to fall into an eternal sleep.

...

Pale golden light shrouded the figures of Lin Qiye and Wang Mian. They looked at the floating blue cloak in the distance and fell silent at the same time.

"The [Blue Rain] team finally disappeared completely..." Lin Qiye heaved a long sigh.

"[Blue Rain] will not disappear, and their names will be engraved on the night watchman's obelisk forever."

"Square monument?"

"In the headquarters of the Night Watchman, there is an obelisk that records the names of all special teams. When a special team disappears or disbands, their names and achievements will be engraved on it." The corner of Wang Mian's mouth emerged. a touch of bitterness,

"Now, the [Masque] should also be engraved on it."

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, "But you, the captain of [Masquerade], are still alive, so your number shouldn't be cancelled, right?"

"The [Masked Mask] that is only mine is no longer a [Masked Mask]." Wang Mian shook his head, "At this point, we can no longer cling to this designation, but want to pass it on so that the Fresher blood flowed in... just like [Blue Rain] back then.

If Wu Xiangnan didn't cancel the designation of [Blue Rain] 005 back then, there wouldn't be your [Night Curtain].

After engraving the name of [Masquerade] on the monument, I believe it will not be long before a brand new No. 004 special team will appear in Daxia. They may have more hope and vitality than us. "

"……I understand."

Lin Qiye had mixed feelings in his heart.

Is the obelisk engraved with the name of the disbanded special team... I wonder if the name of [Night Curtain] will be engraved on it after many years?

At that time, what achievements and legends will be left behind their names?

Perhaps after that, their 005 will also be passed on, and a brand new young special team will rise strongly with their will and hope.

Perhaps, this is the fate of the special team.

"I'm going to get something."

Wang Mian said, and walked to Susanoo's body, reached out his hand and groped for a while on his chest, and took out a red jade with a broken corner.

The moment he saw this Gouyu, Wang Mian's eyes brightened.

Gao Tianyuan artifact, eight-foot Qiong Gouyu.

This is what the God of Time asked him to obtain.

Wang Mian put away the Gouyu, and immediately rushed towards the gate of Gao Tianyuan together with Lin Qiye.

But before they were far away, the second round of red moon hanging under the sky suddenly burst into dazzling light!