“Chapter 887: Where are you going?”

The mire can heal because the mire has form. The Domain can trap people because the Domain has boundaries.

But as long as it has form and boundaries, the possibility of it being severed exists.

If the mire can re-form after being cut, it is because the Sword Intent is not pure enough to sever the "Dao" of its healing.

What if even the rules between heaven and earth and the high-dimensional Law could be severed together?

In Yasuo's tightly closed eyes, golden lightning seemed to pierce through the darkness.

The deduction of the smart core ai 2.0 reached a critical point.

He understood.

There is nothing in this world that cannot be severed.

Whether it is flesh, mire, or these intangible Domain Laws, wherever the Sword Intent reaches, everything can be cut in two with a single sword!

Outside, in the first-floor lobby.

Edman was preparing to walk toward Zhou Huai to deal with this mastermind behind the scenes.

But the moment he took a step, the smile on Edman's face froze.

He lowered his head and looked down in terror.

The originally calm and creeping mud suddenly boiled violently. A sharp and piercing Sword Intent was surging out from the deepest part of the mire!

"What… What power is this?!" Edman's heart was filled with great terror, and he instinctively wanted to retreat.

But it was already too late.

The moment the Sword Intent was comprehended, Yasuo deep within the mire suddenly opened his eyes and gripped the hilt with his right hand.

Draw the sword from its scabbard!

"Clang——!"

A crisp sword hum resounded through the tower.

A golden sword light carrying destructive Sword Intent surged directly into the sky from the bottom of the mire!

This sword light was too fast and too sharp. Without the slightest hesitation, like cutting through tofu, it forcefully split Edman's proud mire Domain right down the middle!

"Rumble!"

The mire rolled and retreated to both sides. Yasuo transformed into a golden thunderbolt, broke free from the fissure, and landed steadily on a surviving stone slab at the edge.

The black windbreaker on his body fluttered in the wind, and his long sword pointed obliquely at the ground. The blade was not stained with a single bit of mud, with only pure Sword Intent circulating on it.

Edman widened his eyes, trying to mobilize his mana to make the cleaved Domain close again.

However, the cleaved mire below showed no signs of healing at all.

"This… How is this possible?!"

Edman stared fixedly at the bottomless fissure beneath his feet, his face full of disbelief.

His proud mire Domain had actually been forcefully split in half.

The lingering Sword Intent at the fissure was like an invisible chasm, completely blocking the healing of the mire. No matter how Edman urged the massive SS-Rank Expert mana within his body, the cleaved grayish-brown mud could only creep at the edges and utterly failed to undergo Fusion.

"No… Absolutely impossible! My Domain is invincible! How dare a fellow like you, who doesn't even have a Domain, sever my Law?!"

Edman's rugged face twitched slightly, and his previous contempt and arrogance vanished completely. The black-robed swordsman standing at the edge of the fissure holding a thunder longsword was already a monster in his eyes at this moment.

Without a Domain, yet able to shatter a Domain with a single sword. This completely subverted Edman's understanding of the Professionals system.

Not far away at the elevator entrance, Bruce Wayne took in all of this.

At this moment, the back of this mayor of Gotham City was soaked in cold sweat, and his custom suit stuck uncomfortably to his skin. But he couldn't care about these at all; Bruce Wayne knew very well that this group of people could not be provoked.

Edman, known as the "Mire Tyrant" and ranked in the top five of the Free Federation as an SS-Rank Expert, had actually been forced to this extent. Even his strongest trump card was easily sliced open, and defeat was only a matter of time.

What was even more fatal…

Bruce Wayne swept his peripheral vision toward the center of the ruins. That blond youth was still sitting on the intact genuine leather sofa, gently swirling a glass of red wine. From beginning to end, he had never stood up, only casually dispatching a subordinate to beat Edman until he had no power to fight back.

Then how terrifying should the strength of this youth himself be?

Bruce Wayne did not dare to think deeply. He only knew that once the black-robed swordsman dealt with Edman, the next one to die would definitely be himself.

He must escape immediately.

Bruce Wayne suppressed his wildly beating heart and quietly retreated under the cover of the flashing thunder. His target was the exclusive elevator behind him that led directly to the top floor.

He made even his breathing the lightest, fearing to make any noise that would attract the youth's attention. The distance of just a few meters felt incomparably long to walk.

Finally, his back touched the cold metal elevator door.

He secretly glanced at the center of the lobby. The battle between the black-robed swordsman and Edman was still ongoing, with thunder and mud colliding crazily. Meanwhile, the blond youth sitting on the sofa seemed to keep his gaze fixed on the battlefield, not looking over this way.

"Great, no one is paying attention to me!"

Bruce Wayne rejoiced inwardly and pressed his fingerprint on the hidden panel beside the elevator.

With a soft "ding", the elevator door slid open silently.

Bruce Wayne quickly squeezed into the elevator and frantically pressed the close door button with his backhand. Until the elevator door closed completely, completely isolating the outside roaring and bloody smell, he abruptly leaned against the car wall and gasped for breath.

"Hoo… Hoo…"

Bruce Wayne wiped away his cold sweat, his gaze gradually turning vicious. He pressed the button for the top floor—the 100th floor.

Parked on the top floor of Wayne Tower was a four-star private Demonic Energy airship that he had spent a huge amount of money to build; that was the escape tool he had specially prepared. As long as he got on the airship, he could instantly break the sound barrier and head straight to the Holy City. Once in the Holy City, protected by the Holy See and the Holy Knights Order, no matter how strong this blond youth was, he would never dare to run amok there.

"Just you wait… You guys just wait for me!"

Bruce Wayne stared at the jumping numbers on the display screen.

"Destroying my hard work and killing my elites, I will definitely make you pay back this debt a hundredfold! When I reach the Holy City, I will definitely mobilize all my connections, issue the highest-level wanted order, and smash you into pieces!"

The elevator ran smoothly and quickly upwards, and the feeling of weightlessness came over. Bruce Wayne's mood also gradually relaxed as the floor climbed.

10th floor. 20th floor. 30th floor.

He even tidied his messy tie, regaining some of the mayor's majesty, and his mind had already started calculating how to borrow a knife to kill someone when he reached the Holy City.

"Ding—"

When the elevator ran to the 37th floor, it suddenly emitted a prompt sound and then stopped.

Bruce Wayne was stunned for a moment.

"What is going on? Why did it stop at the 37th floor?"

This was an exclusive elevator; unless he pressed it himself, it would never stop midway. Could the battle on the first floor have damaged the Demonic Energy circuit?

An ominous premonition arose in the bottom of Bruce Wayne's heart.

The metal door slowly slid open. Bruce Wayne poked his head out, wanting to check the situation on the 37th floor, but instantly froze in place.

The scene before his eyes was by no means the Advanced office area of the 37th floor. Broken Roman columns, shattered Demonic Energy chandeliers, severed limbs and arms and blood all over the ground… This was clearly still the first-floor lobby!