In the time that followed, Wei Yang twisted the handbell in his hand in a bizarre manner.

The many natives, like domesticated dogs, followed Wei Yang’s commands and emotionlessly tore and bit at the Participants.

Watching Wei Yang toy with these numerous people as if they were livestock, seeing the accumulated wounds on those natives’ bodies and their completely numb expressions, a thought couldn’t help but emerge in Chu Tianqiu’s mind.

With such methods, was Wei Yang righteous… or evil?

He was using the already dead to attack the dying. Since the natives had no subjective consciousness whatsoever and could only act on instinct, their attacks were almost uniformly suicidal assaults.

This was also the first time Chu Tianqiu had witnessed true “rivers of blood” since the “Pegasus Moment.”

Such a massive amount of fresh blood flowed out, gathering along the grooves in the ground into streams. If one listened carefully, there was even a faint gurgling sound.

So in this situation… who could say that Wei Yang represented the side of justice?

In his hands, people were merely livestock—after all, he had always retained the mindset of a “Heaven Level.”

No… Chu Tianqiu shook his head. Perhaps this question had been biased from the start.

The natives hadn’t become livestock in Wei Yang’s hands—they had already been that way from the beginning.

At a rate of nearly ten lives for one death, the natives surged forward one after another to the sound of the bell, killing. After tearing at people like wild beasts and claiming dozens of lives, the remaining encirclement practically fled in panic.

After all, the gathered natives were originally just a motley crew—they had neither a leader nor tactics. After seeing people begin to die, they couldn’t immediately assess the death toll and simply assumed they had been defeated.

Once the first person began to flee in chaos, the rest would closely follow.

Wei Yang employed the “surround but leave an opening” tactic, surrounding the Participants from left and right with Qin Dingdong, leaving the opposition sufficient escape routes, which allowed the entire battle to end instantly.

Accompanied by the gurgling sound of blood covering the ground, the setting sun finally emitted its dim light at this moment.

A few meters away from Ground Rat’s position, a light gate that appeared out of thin air slowly began to glow.

This light gate resembled both a crack and a cave, slowly rotating in midair.

“It’s time…” Ground Rat said, squinting his eyes. “All leaders, ‘Heavenly Will Station’ has arrived. Please hold the handrails and board from the front door.”

Chu Tianqiu turned his head back, looking at that pitch-black rotating “door,” his emotions extremely complicated.

Logically speaking, “Heaven’s Gate” was already a dispensable link in this grand plan, yet they had still fallen to the point where nearly everyone was dead. What about the other “organizations”?

After hearing this, Qin Dingdong took a step forward, standing directly before the light gate, and turned back to look at Chu Tianqiu: “Who are you bringing aboard?”

Chu Tianqiu paused, turning back to look at the few teammates behind him.

Zhang Shan, Jin Yuanxun, Little Glasses, Li Xiangling.

“Can I only bring one person…?” Chu Tianqiu’s lips moved—this felt like a difficult choice.

Entering the “train” could represent either “escape” or “death.”

After all, countless “Zodiacs” were waiting there. Everyone might be fighting to the death from the moment they stepped through this door.

“I won’t go.” Li Xiangling said while covering her injured shoulder. “My ‘Echo’ is useless. I originally could only rely on my fists and feet, and now that I’m injured, going in would just cause trouble… I’ll wait here.”

“Alright…”

“So…” Li Xiangling slowly raised her hand, a faint “conviction” rippling from her body. “Do you want to see Sister Qiaoyun one last time at this final moment?”

“No.” Chu Tianqiu said. “That’s not truly her.”

Little Glasses also stepped forward at this moment. His right hand had already been broken and now hung from his shoulder like a rope.

“I’m the same as Li Xiangling.” Little Glasses said. “My ‘Immaculate’ is no different from her ‘Manifestation.’ She’s survived until now by relying on her fists and feet, while I’ve relied on my wits, so I won’t board this ‘grand stage.'”

After speaking, Little Glasses placed his left hand on Chu Tianqiu’s shoulder. In the next second, the blood stains and dust on Chu Tianqiu’s body began to visibly disappear. His plain face began to show through, though his eyes remained blood-red.

“Mr. Chu, you represent our ‘Heaven’s Gate.’ When meeting important figures, you must be clean and presentable.” Little Glasses, someone who seemed absolutely rational, unexpectedly choked up as he said these words.

“Alright…” Chu Tianqiu didn’t know what he was pondering, merely nodding woodenly.

“So does ‘Heaven’s Gate’ still need me to clean up… I mean…” Little Glasses pretended to push up his glasses, his pinky finger inconspicuously wiping away the tears at the corner of his eyes, then raised his head and asked matter-of-factly, “Will we… be able to see each other again?”

“I’m not certain.” Chu Tianqiu smiled sadly. “But I believe we will meet again.”

“Good, then I’ll go clean up the site…” Little Glasses said. “And look for Old Lu’s body while I’m at it. We were friends—I’ll bury him.”

Chu Tianqiu nodded, then turned back to look at Zhang Shan and Jin Yuanxun.

If asked who could board the train, perhaps only these two could walk to the very end with him.

“You two…” Chu Tianqiu had just begun to speak when both of them interrupted him.

“I’ll go with you.” They said in unison.

After hearing this, Chu Tianqiu furrowed his brow slightly. After all, he felt that neither of their conditions were very good. Zhang Shan’s entire body was covered in wounds cut by iron fragments, while Jin Yuanxun’s face was deathly pale, having lost nearly half his sanity.

Entering the “train” in this condition would certainly be suicide.

“Neither of you is going.” Chu Tianqiu said. “Find a place to recover from your injuries. I’ll fight this battle myself.”

“Fuck that, stop bullshitting.” Zhang Shan waved his hand, shaking the blood from his hands like shaking off water droplets. “They’re just wounds. If I can activate ‘Heaven’s Vigor’ on that train, they’ll heal in no time.”

“Me too.” Jin Yuanxun said with a blank expression. “Brother Chu, you said it yourself… the crazier a person is, the stronger their ‘Echo.’ I’m that strong right now.”

Chu Tianqiu lowered his head in thought for a while, his gaze ultimately settling on Zhang Shan.

“Zhang Shan, you’ll come with me.” Chu Tianqiu said. “Jin Yuanxun, find a place to rest.”

“Why?” Jin Yuanxun was stunned. “Why won’t you let me go, bro, huh?”

“Because your mission is different from Zhang Shan’s.” Chu Tianqiu said. “The reason he came here and joined ‘Heaven’s Gate’ was perhaps for this very moment.”

“I…” After hearing this, Jin Yuanxun paused and said nothing more, apparently pondering something.