The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!

On his way to Bathhouse Street, Liu Zheng made a special trip to find the Erakos Sand Worm.

But besides a huge pit in the ground, not even a stone was left for him.

"At least fill in the pit, come on, don't be so irresponsible. What if someone falls in?"

Liu Zheng grumbled.

"It's not like it's in the city. If a few bumpkins fall in, those lords couldn't care less."

Doctor Nile said.

"But with this depth, it's probably not deep enough to kill anyone."

He peeked into the pit and said.

"We Metropolis folks are tough; our vitality is just too strong."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"Because those without strong vitality are already dead."

Doctor Nile rolled his eyes.

"That's true. Da Ji, speed up. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to drive in the future."

He ordered.

"Hehe."

Caught in his thoughts, Niu Daji awkwardly chuckled and then floored the gas pedal.

Meanwhile, in the forest outside Bathhouse Street, two groups had already met head-on.

On the Dark Elf side were samurai in lavish armor and witches wearing loincloths.

On Yuan Baoer's side were employees in work uniforms and servants in traditional jackets.

How should I put it? It had a bizarre vibe like Batman fighting the Teletubbies.

In terms of numbers, Yuan Baoer's side had the advantage, with at least one to two hundred employees and servants combined.

However, though the Dark Elves only had forty or fifty people, their extraordinary gear and height, all over 1.8 meters, added a lot to their imposing aura, making it an even match.

"So the human found you as his backup? What a joke. A bunch of lower-class folks who wash and scrub people in bathhouses dare get involved in the matters of the elite?"

The Yaksha taunted first.

"A bunch of slave dealers calling themselves elites? You're making me laugh so hard I'm clearing my sinuses. Since when did you Dark Elves become a superior race, or are you actually first-class citizens?"

"Rats who can't even stay in the upper city, what qualifications do you have to call my employees lower-class? They earn money with their skills, fair and square, not afraid even when City Hall comes for a joint operation. What about you? When the Department of Security checks on you, you must be scrambling like headless chickens, right?"

Yuan Baoer retorted sharply.

The Yaksha, eyebrows raised in anger, had a faint blood-colored electricity surrounding her.

"Electric shock? Who can't do that? Master Mao."

"Here I am, boss."

Yuan Baoer called out, and an old man in a white coat stepped forward.

He joined fingers like a sword with his right hand and gestured over his left palm, then raised his palm to the sky.

"Great Taiyi Immortal, God of Six Suns. Train Messenger, thunder rumbling. Echoing a thousand miles, General Shao Yang. Spell in progress, no stopping. By the power of law, let it be done immediately!"

With the Command Spell cast, the sky instantly roared with thunder, clear skies suddenly cracking with lightning.

This spell is one of the many magic spells from the Thunder Department called the Thunder Exorcism Spell, usually paired with the Cloud Rising Spell, first raising clouds, then driving the thunder.

But this Master Mao, using just the Thunder Exorcism Spell, could create such a spectacle, showing that his Thunder Skill had reached an extremely profound level.

Of course, to intimidate the Yaksha, just thundering without rain wouldn't be enough, but it was sufficient to make her calm down.

"We are licensed legal merchants, not afraid even if City Hall comes by to inspect. Speaking of chaos, didn't I hear you got stabbed by a man you kept and he almost took over your base with outsiders?"

The Yaksha's eyes flickered as she spoke with a false smile.

"Screw you! Brothers, charge, let's take down these bastards together!"

Yuan Baoer flew into a rage, her form swelling against the wind, transforming into a towering three-meter-tall ape with blue face and golden fur, eyes blazing like fire, wearing beast armor transformed from a business suit, and holding two silver spears transformed from high heels, looking like an Immortal Spirit Beast with formidable aura.

Being the head of the Yuan Family, Yuan Baoer's strength was naturally not weak; she was beaten badly last time because her ex-husband, Zhen Xinzhai, knew her weak spot.

Yuan Baoer certainly wasn't stupid enough to tell him her weak spot, but in daily life together, there were times she unintentionally revealed it.

And after some days of recovery, she had regained a lot of strength, barely able to transform into her true bloodline form again.

But she couldn't maintain it for too long, or else the injuries would worsen.

This was one reason she agreed not to go with Liu Zheng to the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

As Yuan Baoer charged, her employees and servants couldn't fall behind, all rushing forward with her.

Several elders from the Yuan Family also transformed into their true bloodline forms, protecting Yuan Baoer in the center.

Those with long-range attack capabilities began casting spells under the protection of arranged meat shields, drawing talismans, chanting incantations, setting up altars, and invoking deities...

In an instant, as if heaven and earth conspired to kill, the wind and clouds changed, and the earth's killing intent stirred land-dwelling dragons and snakes.

In the forest, whether snakes, insects, rats, ants, or birds and beasts, all felt the breath of death and fled in the opposite direction of the two sides.

"Humph, just the tricks of Zhen Dan people. Kinsmen, the time has come to defend the honor of the Dark Elves!"

The Yaksha slashed open her chest, pulled out a Blood Blade, and pointed it forward, her hair standing on end under the stimulation of blood-colored lightning, like countless wild dancing snakes.

Her other female Priestesses also began casting spells, sending waves of visible and invisible magic towards Yuan Baoer's side, including lightning, acid, fireballs, ice spikes, aging curses, and Soul Stealing Magic Balls.

As it seemed inevitable that the two sides would fight to the death, a black armored vehicle roared into the battlefield's center.