Chapter 49 The Crematorium Opens

Hearing this, Lin Nan's expression instantly turned grave. After all, the Qilin clan belonged to divine beasts; very few things could stir its bloodline. At this thought, his spiritual consciousness poured out uncontrollably, enveloping the entire mountain range.

Whether chanting it now would earn him the recognition of these eight Guardian Deities was something he did not know, but he had no choice but to treat a dead horse as a live one.

"Rest assured, Mountain God, since I said this, I naturally have a way to resolve it," Kakashi smiled with a laugh.

Yet, to seal off one's vision in front of a formidable opponent like the White Dragon was undeniably a highly risky venture. However, Zhang Yiming's daring to do so proved his extraordinary courage.

"Anyway, we're just aerial surveillance officers responsible for the perimeter. Even if anyone dies, it won't be our turn. Why bother sticking your nose into so much trouble!" another player remarked.

The call was brief; Yan Tao had called to congratulate the two of them. They carried their luggage downstairs, where Feng Kai's car was already parked.

Matters within the palace were naturally handled by Zhu Zhanji and a group of ministers. Chen Feng temporarily put aside these sorrowful events and returned to Fortune Inn to attend to official business.

Lin Zhonghuo wore an expression of absolute confidence. True to being a commander of the Fifth Intelligence Division, his considerations were thoroughly comprehensive.

"Go to the Sato family, act according to circumstances, and if there's a chance to wipe out those Chinese, eliminate them all," Yamada Masao instructed, filled with murderous intent.

Then the zither music began to speak once more of the peace and beauty of death—a peace and beauty that absolutely no one could describe in words, one that could only be expressed through his music.

Quite a few people looked at Arthur with curiosity, yet due to the Noble Phantasm, those passersby immediately wore puzzled expressions and cast Arthur out of their minds.

"Besides, Councillor Gondo still has decent capability, and it would be quite a pity to just leave him unused, wouldn't it?" Lin Chong continued.

Yet things were just as Mu Ming had said. Although the news of him studying at the Broadcasting Academy had spread online, it only sparked lively discussions among fans. On campus, it merely brought him a bit more notoriety without causing any major ripples.

A sudden expression of cold and eerie mystery surfaced on Liaoyin's face—a smile that had no business appearing on a human countenance.

Young Master Ye's experiences were not tragic; in fact, they could be considered top-tier. Born to an illustrious and noble family, he was naturally gifted and strikingly handsome. Perhaps due to things having gone too smoothly for him, he enjoyed pursuing thrills, ultimately developing an intense obsession with fear.

Yet Guan Xiaojun was far too utilitarian. To carve out a career for himself, he needed a wolfish ruthlessness. The two held conflicting philosophies, and neither could convince the other.

Although he had already guessed a few things, Arthur did not intend to take any action—at least... not yet.

During the eighties and nineties, every summer night, the rural courtyards would experience a "kneeling beetle rain." Millions of kneeling beetles would fly back and forth across the yards, dense like raindrops, flying and crashing blindly. Hitting the window glass, they produced a rapid, dense rattling sound that made one's scalp tingle.

"Indeed, this time the Immortal and Demonic realms have each achieved their victories and defeats. I suggest we proceed to the Life-and-Death Arena for a decisive battle! The defeated party shall compensate the victorious party for all losses, and this time neither side shall proactively provoke war for five thousand years," said Tathagata Buddha.

Lina cried out in terror. Glancing at Chen Fan, she saw that her own gun was now in his hands. Moreover, Chen Fan's hands were held flat, resting the gun upon his palms without displaying any aggressive intent toward her.

Freed from the restrictions of the formation, Eloise finally displayed her true strength. At this moment, her aura was abstruse and profound, falling short of Chen Fan's by no means.

Unable to get back up from the ground for the moment, the Orc was hoisted up by the Temple Guard soldiers and tossed before their commanding officer.

Previously, the garrison guarding Fuyu City consisted of National Guardsmen transferred from Sanjiang, Zhenhai, and Jiangkou counties. However, because some had been successively transferred away after the war, there were only a little over ten thousand men left in the city. Yu Feng leading his fifteen thousand troops into the city significantly bolstered Fuyu City's defensive capabilities.

The Fish-Dragon Transformation was a demonic art, and its execution speed was on par with martial techniques. In a split second, he transformed into a purple divine dragon.

Melisande walked in front. As soon as the two reached the dock and concealed themselves, they saw a fishing boat cruising leisurely in from the horizon.

The two spoke with earnest sincerity, straight from the heart. Wang Huan stood in a daze for a moment, feeling that what they said made sense, and was about to withdraw when he suddenly felt the hand of Chen Qiyu that he was gripping tighten slightly.

"Yet we only have thirteen thousand men, and among them, how many are actually usable?" Wang Huan shifted the topic, frowning as he asked.

He rubbed his temples, utterly unable to comprehend how his father could be so absurd as to actually suspect Gu Santong.

As for the Behemoth Battlefield, that was a domain haunted by primordial behemoths, where Transcendents were countless as grains of sand. You would never know from which obscure corner a Transcendent might suddenly leap out to strike you.

This had already touched the bottom line. From the very beginning, they had never intended to negotiate with them. Even if stronger individuals came, what could they possibly do?

To leap across directly without relying on any platform? That was certainly possible, but on what grounds could they manage to ignore systemic tiers and classes?