At the same time, a thunderbolt struck down from the broken rooftop of the building and hit the center of the tree, pouring down heavy rain.

"Perfect teamwork!" Xuan Ji blew a tuneless whistle amidst the deafening noise, and shouted at Sheng Lingyuan, "How about making a 'pact of eternal love' with me?"

Sheng Lingyuan refused to roar like him, and Xuan Ji could only read his lips as he couldn't hear his voice.

It was very simple and easy to understand, because His Majesty had only said two words: "Get lost."

"I proposed to you, and you just give me a 'get lost'?" Xuan Ji shouted so loudly that he was tearing his vocal cords, as if he wanted to compete with the deafening thunder, "You men are all the same..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly rushed to his side, grabbed his shoulder, and Xuan Ji stumbled backwards, being pulled by Sheng Lingyuan for more than ten meters to the side.

A hanging orchid branch emerged from the crack in the ground, almost entangling Xuan Ji's foot. It was originally just an ordinary decorative plant, with the pot shards still in the corner and the plant growing vigorously.

Its roots had penetrated the floor tiles, and its branches were like drills, drilling in and out of the marble floor, growing to a length of seventy to eighty meters, all purple-red, like leeches full of blood.

"What the hell!" Xuan Ji hated leeches the most, flapping his wings and flying into the air, still holding onto the emperor, "What's going on?"

Sheng Lingyuan turned his head slightly, "I don't know...let go, speak softly, I'm not deaf."

Xuan Ji rubbed his ears, which were still ringing from the thunder, and realized that the storm had temporarily subsided. The blinding light that had made it impossible to open his eyes had also lessened, allowing him to see the devastation in the hall.

The foundation tree, which had previously been suppressing the Curse of Subjugation formation within its roots, had gone wild and was now growing erratically throughout the building, devouring other plants along the way.

However, the formation had been broken by His Majesty's sword, and the foundation tree seemed to have lost its strength, as if it wanted to regurgitate everything it had just consumed.

The various plants that had been sucked dry and turned into withered branches and dead wood were now resurrected on the spot, and they were more alive than ever before.

Outside the wall, the climbing ivy covered the windows, while the fallen green vines crawled everywhere, forming a "carpet" and "wallpaper".

Suddenly, Xuan Ji caught a whiff of a sweet and pungent fragrance. A white jasmine plant, as tall as a one-story building, had bloomed. Each flower was as big as a paper lantern, with drooping heads, as if mourning for someone.

Xuan Ji suddenly had a bad feeling and quickly checked the time: it was exactly eleven o'clock.

Oh no, it was the midnight hour!

Then, the earth shook... no, it was thunder.

Just moments ago, the thunderstorm had only paused for less than half a minute, as if taking a deep breath and gathering its strength. Then, it let out a roar that seemed to raise the volume, just like back when Sheng Lingyuan had gone against the Yin Sacrifice ritual. It seemed to have the intention of leveling the entire half of the building.

Every time lightning struck, the eerie foundation tree would be charred black, while the surrounding plants would grow wildly in response.

The thunder was pushing something out of the big tree, the energy that had been concentrated in the Curse of Subjugation formation could no longer be absorbed and dispersed everywhere.

In the next moment, countless white figures flew out from various plants. The larger ones were as tall as a person, while the smaller ones were like legendary flower fairies, only the size of a palm. Individually, they were quite ethereal and beautiful, but when they gathered together, they looked rather unappealing, like the willow catkins that floated around Yong'an City in late spring.

Originally attracted by the formation, the fake demon pills that had rushed towards the building froze in mid-air and stopped moving.

Then, freezing rain fell with thunder and lightning, causing the fake demon pills to be washed down from the sky by the rain. Upon contact with water, they turned into blood, creating a literal bloodbath.

The special ability personnel of the bureau who had evacuated the building were afraid that the blood might be contaminated and scattered, each finding a place to hide.

The helicopters that had just avoided the thunderstorm descended towards the mountain, their passengers already prepared for a crash landing.

To everyone's surprise, the "blood rain" was not as destructive as expected. In no time, the storm washed away the bloody smell, and the rarely visited West Mountain was restored to its freshness.

The blood water seemed to be some kind of special fertilizer, soaking into the lonely winter slopes. The withered plants unexpectedly sprouted new shoots, and the fragrance of the vegetation overwhelmed the stench.

Gasping for breath in the dilapidated building, Xuan Ji finally saw the white shadows that looked like willow catkins - they were actually various sizes of sacrificial texts.

"I thought the expert in sacrifice formations was He Cuiyu," said Sheng Lingyuan, adjusting his collar that had just been pulled askew by Xuan Ji.

He kept a distance of two meters from the self-proclaimed non-shedding individual and found a complete tile on the chaotic floor of the hall, standing on it. "I didn't expect there to be a true mastermind behind the scenes - while ordinary people use sacrificial texts to summon heavenly demons, you stand out by using heavenly demon as sacrifices, which is really as heaven-defying as Jiu Xun was."

Due to his innate Vermilion Bird bloodline, Xuan Ji had a natural aversion to this kind of demonic sorcery and had not achieved any results in this area after three thousand years of study.

He was surprised to hear this and asked, "What... using heavenly demons as sacrifices? Are you saying that Aluojin and King Wei Yu..."

As he suddenly remembered, the first wave of attacks he faced when he fell into the hall were the same ones used by King Wei Yu on the sea. The Heart Demon Poison was practiced by the Shadow People using the heavenly demon powers stolen from the Emperor. And the move where they nailed 108 threads through his incarnation and tried to touch his bones was clearly the style of the Witch People...

Three thousand years ago, Jiu Xun devoured countless ancient demons, and now, three thousand years later, this one had devoured three heavenly demons!

How could these demons become more and more gluttonous and insatiable!

Like willow catkins, the sacrificial text gradually gathered together, forming a human shape.

At first, he chuckled lightly, then let out a loud voice. His body grew along with his voice, two meters, three meters...soon he stretched out from the top half of the building, and the edge of the human shape was made up of flowing white sacrificial text. The sacrificial text came from all directions, gathering more and more, until it became a towering mist figure that reached the sky.

Then, in the middle of the giant white catkin figure, a figure in a long green robe appeared, with a vague and ethereal appearance, like a fairy.

The bureau building, like a tower to the heavens, first snapped in half from the middle, then cracked inch by inch.

Looking down from the sky, the array of spells covering the area resembled a grassland scorched by a raging fire, turning into ashes in large patches.

The entire West Mountain was in turmoil, with helicopters that had escaped from the thirty-sixth floor making an emergency landing in the back mountain. Wang Ze tumbled out of the plane, staring in shock at the wreckage of the building.

There was already a sea of flames, with mutated plants continuously fueling the anger of the descendant of the Vermilion Bird, and thick smoke billowing into the sky. Within the pitch-black smoke, there was a huge humanoid white shadow, brandishing flaming vines and roaring amidst the raging fire and thunder.

"What in the world is that..." Wang Ze muttered, "Has this year's winter PM2.5 finally become sentient?"

"Daddy Xiao!" Several Wind God rushed up to greet the people getting off the plane.

Zhang Zhao ran over, "The peripheral formations outside the West Mountain is severely damaged. Just now, a colleague from the resort said they could already see the headquarters building with the naked eye. Won't we be exposed to ordinary people's eyes? Chief Huang is trying to contact the road closure department. He asked how long to close it for..."

"Don't worry about it, just close it!" Xiao Zheng quickly interrupted him. "Is exposure still a problem now? The problem is the underground seal of the headquarters! If the defense formation of the building is broken and the underground seal is damaged, do you know what might come out? Why are only a few of you here? Didn't Captain Yan say that the heavy rain would provide cover? Where is Dan Lin?"

"Oh, Sister Dan said the underground seal is too dangerous, she has to go check it out," Zhang Zhao said. "Just now, she borrowed Yuexi and went around to the underground from the garage. She asked me to wait here and tell you guys."

Yan Qiushan, Wang Ze, and Xiao Zheng exclaimed in unison, "What?!"

With a loud bang, a lightning bolt struck like a real dragon, and the shockwave from the wreckage of the building swept over the back mountain.

The people were temporarily deafened and blinded, and the ground was covered in countless hideous wounds.

All the field agents' electronic devices that could still connect to the internet received an urgent notification of a hazardous material leak at the same time.