*Crack!*

A tremendous sound rang out in the plaza. Auntie Tong looked toward the center of the plaza where Old Deng had already led the remaining “Jidao” members to jointly shatter the “door” into pieces.

The fragments reflected that familiar yet strange black-red color—the other side connected to the “Land of the End,” but now none of the fragments were large enough to allow a person to pass through.

Even if Heavenly Ox didn’t die in the melee, it would be impossible for all the “ants” to go to the “Land of the End” now.

Black Sheep walked to the center of the plaza and picked up a fragment of the “door,” gripping it in his hand.

Following the bloodstains on the ground, he passed through the numerous “ants” as if no one was there. Although these “ants” could slowly torture Heavenly Ox to death, he was in a hurry.

Several “ants” blocked Black Sheep’s path and were roughly pushed aside by him. He looked as if he didn’t even have the energy to take a detour.

“Heavenly Ox… come out. I’ll give you a quick end,” Black Sheep said through gritted teeth. “What’s the point of dragging this out any longer?”

“Earth Sheep… can we talk?” Heavenly Ox’s voice drifted from all directions, making it difficult to determine her exact location. She seemed to be moving rapidly to avoid being hit by the “echoes.”

“Nothing to talk about,” Black Sheep said. “I’m in a hurry. I want you dead.”

“You…”

Hearing those words, Heavenly Ox’s “conviction” wavered again, and she instantly became visible for one second.

She floated in midair, seemingly still unaware of why things had deteriorated to this point.

She had just come to do her regular job as usual, yet someone had designed a comprehensive plan to make her die.

What was even more absurd was that she had delayed for so long, yet no one had discovered that the “cargo hold” had been breached—reinforcements had never arrived.

Only then did everyone realize that Heavenly Ox had suffered more injuries than they had thought. Her entire body had been scratched by the “ants,” and there was so much bleeding that it was impossible to tell where the wounds were.

Yan Zhichun gave Old Sun a look, and he hurriedly mustered his last bit of spirit, summoning a huge stone that fell to the ground.

After feeling the ground shake, all the “ants” stopped their movements. They didn’t immediately capture and kill Heavenly Ox on the ground—after all, the “ants” had no vision, and there was only one opponent. In a chaotic fight, they might very well injure their own people.

Black Sheep slowly walked up to Heavenly Ox and pulled the fragment from her thigh, then gripped it in a reverse hold.

“Wait…” Heavenly Ox clutched her thigh and wailed. “I’m done fighting… I surrender… After all, I’m also controlled by Qinglong. If you want to take the ‘ants’ away, you can do so now…”

Before she could finish speaking, Black Sheep raised the fragment in his hand and stabbed downward fiercely, aiming straight for Heavenly Ox’s face. Heavenly Ox hurriedly turned her head to dodge, but Black Sheep still pierced her ear.

A strange crisp sound rang out. Heavenly Ox’s ear was nailed to the ground and torn from her face, blood instantly splattering everywhere.

“Ahhhhh!!” Heavenly Ox clutched her ear and screamed loudly on the ground. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! I said I surrendered!!”

“Sorry…” Black Sheep said. “I’m a sheep. I often can’t understand human speech.”

“You maniac…!”

Black Sheep pulled the metal fragment from the ground, shook the ear off to the side, then stabbed toward her face again. Unable to dodge, Heavenly Ox frantically used her hand to block, and her palm was pierced on the spot.

“Ah!! You fucking…” Heavenly Ox realized that Black Sheep’s attacks were all very forceful—he wasn’t joking at all. “I’m ‘heavenly-level.’ Don’t you have any conditions to negotiate with me? I can even stand on your side, I can even be a mole—I’ll join you!! You don’t need to right now…”

Black Sheep remained expressionless, pressing down hard on the fragment in his hand: “Although you’re not lying, negotiating would be too time-consuming… If you had said this three minutes earlier, maybe I could have considered it.”

The fragment pressed down continuously, piercing through Heavenly Ox’s palm and gradually approaching her neck.

“Wait… wait…” Heavenly Ox squeezed out words through her teeth. “Why… why must you kill me? We’re each serving our masters—what grudge do we have?”

Black Sheep rotated the fragment in his hand forty-five degrees. The immense pain made Heavenly Ox scream continuously.

“Look, what color is this fragment?” Black Sheep asked coldly. “Tell me… why is the other side of the fragment all blood-colored?”

“Maniac… maniac… this was done by Heavenly Dragon and Qinglong… what does it have to do with me…”

Black Sheep completely ignored Heavenly Ox’s wails and pleas, only using all his strength to insert the fragment into her neck.

Heavenly Ox coughed continuously on the ground, blood surging from her mouth in spurts like toothpaste.

This brutal method of killing left the few surviving “Jidao” members at the scene not knowing what to do for a moment. But when they came to their senses, they realized this battle had been won.

Black Sheep stood there in a daze for a long time before dragging his exhausted body up.

Although Heavenly Ox had stopped moving, Black Sheep’s condition didn’t look much better.

“I’m in a hurry…” Black Sheep stared at Heavenly Ox’s corpse. “If you have any resentment, feel free to come find me for revenge after you go to hell.”

He bent down and pulled out that sharp fragment again, then turned to head toward the stairway, bumping into several more “ants” along the way.

“Black Sheep!” Yan Zhichun hurried forward to check Black Sheep’s condition, but because all of Black Sheep’s fur was dark-colored, she couldn’t tell how severe his injuries were.

“I’ll leave the rest to you…” Black Sheep waved his hand. “I still have some business to handle.”

He limped up the stairs step by step, leaving behind a worried Yan Zhichun.

Jiang Ruoxue also stood beside Yan Zhichun at this moment: “Is that grumpy-faced ‘zodiac’ really okay?”

“We can’t help him,” Yan Zhichun said. “Right now we need to arrange the ‘ants” movements… This massive force is now in our hands. It’s time to draw the final line under this war.”

“Tsk…” Zhoumo walked over with a puzzled expression. “Do we still need to arrange these things’ movements? Just open the door and let them rush out.”

“Perhaps ordinary people would do that…” Yan Zhichun thought while lowering her head. “But Brother Sheep wouldn’t. He would definitely make the plan even more foolproof. After all, the ‘ants’ have no vision. In the ‘cargo hold,’ they can exchange messages through ground vibrations, but once they go out, each one will become isolated and helpless.”

Just then, the previous “Ant King” stood up and waved toward Zhoumo from among the numerous “ants.”

Zhoumo felt he seemed to have something to say and had no choice but to walk forward to conduct “sound transmission” with him.