Chapter 27

On a mysterious circular platform, an old ape sat cross-legged in silence, flanked by two great demon kings at the second step of Nirvana, while dozens of other demon kings kept watch from the shadows.

Tang and Feng were sitting right there, yet the four snipers were already dead. The only logical explanation was that the two had other companions.

When these energy levels were detected, everyone present realized the situation had escalated, as it was now beyond their control.

Dong Yinxin and Du Qianjie sat in the center, with Jin and Huan Zhen beside them, followed by Kun and the others in order. At the start of the meeting, the totem artifacts of the other five major tribes were placed on the conference table in the middle, just as Du Qianjie had instructed before their arrival.

However, considering that these mineral deposits could not be extracted all at once, and if it took three to five hundred years to mine them, the annual yield of spirit stones would only be a few million, which was a somewhat awkward situation.

Luo Han gritted his teeth. His parents were elderly, and although they operated this night market stall, the income was meager.

"Wait," Uncle Cheng said suddenly. He continued to stare at the slip of paper, though I could not tell what he was looking at. After a while, he began rummaging through his computer desk drawer and, after searching for a moment, produced another note.

"Two brothers, everything depends on this one move. If we can just hold out until the experts of the three great overlords arrive, we might still have a chance!" one of the elders whispered to the other two, signaling to strike.

Before entering, Chen Fan had specifically inquired about the senior brothers and sisters entering the Spirit Realm, ensuring they were all trustworthy; otherwise, the Spirit Academy would not have granted them this opportunity.

The continuous operation of the Spirit Gathering Array was equivalent to burning spirit stones. Although Feng Jun had obtained over twenty thousand of them, he felt the pinch of such constant expenditure.

"Boss..." The others were feeling uneasy, wanting to offer some advice, yet they found it difficult to find the right words to begin.

Is this really the Yu Qian I know? He was a great hero who dared to stand tall when the Ming Dynasty was on the brink of collapse; how could he possibly be afraid of Wang Zhen and his lackeys?

Empress Dowager Liu was the current Emperor's biological mother, but she was not Baili Wuchen's mother, so her reaction was entirely expected.

Beyond the road where they were besieged by red ants, there stretched a long path lined with towering, ancient trees that looked quite imposing. Everyone was on edge, as the red ants had emerged from here earlier, but as they rushed along the path, no attacks occurred.

Fang Zheng was stunned. People and matters he couldn't afford to provoke? In his impression, there were only people he didn't want to provoke, not people he couldn't afford to.

If that were all, it would be fine. Shangguan Fei was the patient, and they had to cater to his every whim. The three of them could only act as manual laborers, preparing all sorts of delicacies to satisfy Shangguan Fei's picky appetite, and Le Bing was not idle either.

Without revealing her Profound Spirit Power, heaven knows if she was strong or weak. Yet, her words were so arrogant, projecting such confidence that people were misled into thinking she was so powerful that she didn't even bother to look at these people.

Upon entering the Xiang family's courtyard, Zhu Da made no effort to hide his curiosity, looking around. As a fellow villager, he had been into many homes in the village, but this was his first time at the Xiang residence, a place he had previously steered clear of.

However, speaking of which, Li Heng's merit was pitifully small. Let alone compared to Li Chun, even compared to other mediocre emperors, it was far behind.

A person wearing a long robe but possessing a truly bizarre appearance emerged from the street corner, dragging a motionless corpse in his hand; the arm of the garment-clad body trailed powerlessly along the ground.

Walking into the Tree of Creation, they found it wasn't overly complex inside; the only things present were thin threads, which seemed to be connected to something.

In a flash of lightning, Bai Yi immediately flung out a wind blade. With three soft "pfft" sounds, the inconspicuous silver light sliced through the heads of three zombies before dissipating into the wind.

"Imperial Seal, go ahead and rest. When the sky brightens, it will be the moment the Imperial Court takes over Jizhou!" Once Liansheng finished speaking, he had already secretly notified Du Meng and the others to open the carriages, allowing his three thousand elite soldiers to launch a direct assault on the Jizhou governor's office.

Hong Hao’s last sentence was, of course, to tease Zejin, which served to lighten the tense atmosphere within the team. After all, Nessario’s strength was simply too formidable; anything involving him became incredibly difficult to handle.

The convoy slowed down, and the roaring sounds in their ears grew more frequent. Finally, near noon, the fleet reached the open square a hundred meters away from the hospital.

After deciding on the group for the journey, Ye Feng, Nangong Qian, and Ming Xin prepared to leave the Xuantian Rock Cave and return to the Tianxing Sect to prepare for their departure.

"Then, doesn't that mean he's going to turn into a zombie!" The exclamation drew the attention of those nearby. Everyone turned their gazes toward them, questioning continuously, their faces filled with fear rather than curiosity.

That was why the three of them chose this path. Knowing it was impossible, they still chose to fight; even if they couldn't win, so what?

"Hoo." Du Meng was left speechless, heaving a deep sigh. She continued to ignore A-Chai, gazing constantly in the direction of the Korean Peninsula.

The color of demonic energy is not necessarily black, but black has always been the color demons favor most. Swathes of overbearing demonic energy swirled around Jiang Yun, whose eyes turned icy cold.

Thus, Markolin, who had originally held the advantage, adopted this safer method while Xiao Yi was distracted.