Chapter 68 Zizi
Zizi
“This,” Zizi panted as he stabbed a Hybrid with his sword, “would be a lot easier”—he twisted his blade, and the Hybrid shrieked—“and
faster”—he dragged his sword out, slicing the Hybrid clean in half—“if I could just use my bloody Kingly powers.”
The Hybrid turned to stone and then ash, crumbling away.
Zizi flicked his sword, yelling, “Who’s next?”
It took him a moment to realize he was shouting at an empty parking lot littered with small mounds of debris. It’d taken way
more time than he could afford, but he had finally dispatched every single Hybrid.
His mortal body was losing steam, and he didn’t know how long he could keep this up. Every spell he’d cast had cost him dearly;
his spiritual technique was out of strikes, and he’d had to rely on close combat. He was bleeding from multiple places, and
some of his bones were probably broken. It was also getting harder and harder to breathe. Was he too young to have a heart
attack? Because it felt as if his chest was seizing up.
But he needed to get to Rui.
The rumble of engines turned his head.
“Fuck—there’s more of them?” he groaned.
A motorbike screeched to a halt in front of him, followed by a few vehicles. A group of cadets—Rui’s friends—tumbled out of
the first car as more Exorcists exited the next.
Leaning on his sword, Zizi heaved a breath of relief. Reinforcements had finally arrived.
Ash pulled off his helmet. “You look terrible.”
“You’re late,” Zizi scolded.
“Where’s my brother?”
“Where’s Rui?” the girl with the purple hair and sizzling whip demanded at the same time.
“Follow me,” Zizi replied, sprinting off.
As they ran toward the warehouses, Ash gave an update. “City’s a mess. We had to evacuate several neighborhoods, but strangely,
none of the devices were activated.”
“They weren’t planning on detonating them tonight?” Zizi said, surprised.
“Guess not. I also got a report of suspicious trucks that were intercepted as they entered the city. They had crates in them—Revenants’
nests. I think we foiled their—”
A deafening explosion shook the ground, and Zizi tripped. Ahead, debris fell from the sky, crashing everywhere. One of the
warehouses must’ve been destroyed by an unknown force.
“Rui,” Zizi whispered, scrambling up and running again.
Stay alive. Stay alive—for me.