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The sky darkened, and the thunderclaps intensified suddenly as the Lead Cloud gathered from all directions, gradually taking on a tangible form, resembling an apocalyptic scene where lightning roared menacingly.
As it roared, the lightning flickered like a web within the clouds, occasionally revealing the figure of an Ancient Willpower moving within… massive and terrifying, like some unknown monstrous beast traversing the cloudscape.
Below, people caught glimpses of this horrifying entity through the flashes of silver light from the lightning.
“What is this…” Lu Fei Fan sat atop a tree, gnawing on a wild berry. The palm-sized fruit was chewy and its sweet and sour flavor was just what he needed to stave off hunger.
The Golden Skeleton of the Giant Whale was nearly consumed by that Willpower in the clouds, yet the open golden breach of light remained unsealed, an invisible pressure sending chills down one’s spine.
Suddenly, a Pulse Energy Storm formed within the Light Screen, and the clouds were violently stirred as if caught in a vortex!
The dark clouds swirled rapidly like ink being mixed, creating an oppressive atmosphere that instilled fear. Countless birds and beasts around the center began to flee in all directions, terrified that if the master in the sky were to unleash their wrath, they would be caught in the crossfire.
Crackling—
Thick bolts of lightning exploded from the golden breach, followed by something horrifying emerging from within the clouds!
“Hmm?” The Great Fox Manor came to an abrupt halt as its occupants looked up at the sky.
Zhi Kuo also gazed upward, while his sister Zhi Yin, lost in her own thoughts like a young girl, failed to notice the strange happenings above. Her brother hurriedly grabbed her arm and exclaimed, “Sister, look up… it’s my!”
Only then did Zhi Yin snap back to reality, hearing the deafening roar of thunder as lightning flickered urgently across the dim world.
Amidst the swirling dark clouds, a glimpse of that Colossal Creature emerged—a portion of it revealed itself as golden-twisted tentacles extended from within the clouds, seemingly manipulating immense power. As they brushed through the air, crackling sparks of electricity danced around them.
A howl echoed from the clouds, reminiscent of an Ancient Behemoth, causing many Mercenaries in the forest to look up in confusion at the strange occurrence. What kind of creature, with its tentacles exposed, could this be?
Could it be the lord who governs the skies?
No one could tell. As the sound reverberated, many without a foundation in Pulse Energy collapsed unconscious, while those with some training felt their minds jolted. Fortunately, they managed to calm themselves quickly.
Was this giant creature descending?
That was merely an illusion shared by all.
Lian Qingzong and Jiang Lao also looked up. Jiang Lao's face turned pale in an instant. At that moment, his wristwatch began to beep. He couldn't afford to ignore the anomaly and hurriedly opened it, revealing a holographic screen.
A figure appeared on the screen. Lian Qingzong turned to see the silhouette and quickly spoke, “Father.”
“Qing Zong, where are you? Your grandfather, San Uncle, Qiao Shu, and the others have all arrived. Hurry over!” The middle-aged man was naturally Lian Qingzong's father.
“What? Grandfather and Qiao Shu and San Uncle are here too?” Lian Qingzong was unaware of what had transpired. The thunder and lightning had caused Jiang Lao's wristwatch signal to become extremely unstable. After several distortions and crackles, the image finally stabilized.
“The signal is poor. I’ll send you the coordinates; you need to get here quickly. It’s about to begin!” Zhong Nian said gravely before abruptly ending the call and sending the coordinates to Jiang Lao's wristwatch.
Lian Qingzong still couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Could it be related to this giant creature above?
“Young Master, let’s hurry over first; we can ask them for details later,” Jiang Lao said, noticing Lian Qingzong's confusion and offering an explanation.
"Alright." Lian Qingzong was not a suspicious person; he had originally come for the Tomb of the Giant Whale. Who would have thought that fate would choose someone else as its favored one? He felt helpless. If he hadn’t run fast enough, he would have been absorbed by the giant beast along with those Golden Skeletons.
The two of them began to sprint through the forest towards their coordinates, flashes of light darting between the trees. In the rain, two figures swiftly crossed through the woods.
Meanwhile, in another part of the forest, several young people clad in matching battle vests surrounded a large tree. Beneath it, an elderly man covered in blood was gasping for breath, a half-destroyed Dark Gold Axe lying beside him.
"Grandpa, you can't be in trouble!" A scholarly-looking young man supported the old man, worry etched on his face. Behind him stood several guards, exchanging anxious glances.
"Alas, a single misstep can lead to eternal regret," the old man said, clutching his chest as he looked up at the monstrous creature that had changed.
"We should have listened to you and not been greedy for those Golden Skeletons. Your uncle and cousin wouldn’t have..." The old man's expression was filled with sorrow, tears streaming down his face. "My Nangong family’s golden generation has all perished because of my momentary greed! How can I face our ancestors?"
The old man's despair left those surrounding him at a loss for words, unsure how to comfort him.
"Chu He, take them back. We need to preserve our strength... We can't afford to lose any of you," the old man grasped the scholarly young man's hand.
"Grandpa, we’ll take you back with us!" Chu He immediately attempted to lift the old man but was stopped by a firm hand.
"No, I can't go back," the old man stubbornly shook his head. After coughing, blood began to trickle from his mouth, and dark stains appeared on his body. "I’m gravely injured; challenging the beast's authority comes with severe consequences. I just don’t understand why it spared my life."
"I'll carry you back!" The scholarly young man squatted down with his back turned to the old man. The indifferent guards irritated him, and he shot them several stern looks until they finally helped lift the old man onto his back.
The old man could not refuse him. After all, living was also a contribution to the Nangong Family's strength. This conflicting thought ultimately subdued his resistance; however, no matter what happened, he would live with guilt for the rest of his life.
Just as the young man started to carry the old man away, a group of people emerged from the forest.
The leader was a young man with a face strikingly similar to that of a woman. He had his hair tied back in a ponytail and wore a short-sleeved, finely crafted Tactical Vest. At his waist hung two ornate Energy Guns that gleamed like gold. Notably, on his left shoulder was a peculiar tattoo depicting a giant python with its mouth wide open in anger.
“Dongfang Jun!” Chu He, who was carrying the elderly man on his back, took a step back, quickly forming a protective circle around himself with his five bodyguards.
The young man named Dongfang Jun remained silent as more than a dozen guards surged out from behind him, surrounding their group as if an unavoidable conflict was about to erupt.
“Dongfang Jun, what do you want?” Chu He assessed the situation and realized it was quite unfavorable for him. Among those surrounding them, two or three were top-tier elites, formidable characters who were just a step away from becoming Generals.
But what troubled him most were the two tall, slender figures standing behind Dongfang Jun—one clad in black and the other in white. They bore a striking resemblance to each other and wore expressionless faces, cold as ancient glaciers, gazing at him and his guards as if they were mere corpses.
On their side, the strongest among them was merely a senior elite; they were no match for their opponents. If a fight broke out, it would likely end in disaster.
“Hmph, since when did the Dongfang Family dare to be so brazen with us, the Nangong Family?” The elderly man on Chu He’s back spoke up.
“War God Nangong Wulie!” Dongfang Jun was taken aback to discover that the elder behind Nangong Chu He was still alive.
“Hmph, Chu He, put me down!” The elder insisted that Chu He let him down.
“Grandfather…” Nangong Chu He hesitated. After all, the elder was gravely injured; confronting these people head-on would only lead to mutual destruction.
Despite his concerns, the elder struggled free from Nangong Chu He’s back and stood up with difficulty while gripping a battered giant axe. However, he stumbled slightly as he regained his balance.
Dongfang Jun noticed the elder's injuries and couldn't help but chuckle. “It seems this beast, Golden Skeleton, is indeed not easy to handle.”
“Shut your mouth!” Nangong Chu He realized that their opponent was clearly trying to provoke his grandfather.
"Hmph, young man, has no one taught you to use respectful language when speaking to your elders? Your father, Dongfang Shu, would address me as 'Senior' upon seeing me. What do you think you are?" Nangong Wulie coldly glared at Dongfang Jun while gripping his axe.
Dongfang Jun couldn't help but take a step back under the intense gaze. Even as a wounded war god, he knew that his life was still at risk against someone like him.
Two figures in black and white, the Gloomy Men, stood in front of Dongfang Jun.
"I thought it was someone important; turns out it's just the two old souls, Sh Soul and Duo Hun?" The elder with the axe exuded a chilling aura and showed no fear of these two.
The two men also radiated an ominous chill, causing many guards to step back cautiously, fearing that they would be the first casualties if a fight broke out.
Sh Soul and Duo Hun stood with their clothes billowing as if stirred by an unseen wind, subtly emanating a cold and oppressive Pulse Energy. Nangong Chuhe and several guards standing in front could clearly sense that the Pulse Energy cultivation of these two was extraordinary.
"Relying on absorbing Yuan Souls to reach this level, it seems only the Dongfang Family would be willing to support you two!" Nangong Wulie exclaimed before violently coughing up a pool of blood. Nangong Chuhe hurriedly supported him to prevent him from collapsing.
Sh Soul and Duo Hun exchanged knowing glances, seizing the opportunity to strike while Nangong Wulie was at his weakest. This was an ideal moment for them.
However, just as they were about to move, a figure emerged from the forest.
A man dressed in black battle attire, wielding a long spear!
Dongfang Jun's expression changed dramatically upon seeing the young man step forward. "Hei Yan Wang Luo Jing!"
Luo Jing cast a cold glance at him. As for Sh Soul and Duo Hun, he didn't even acknowledge them; instead, he walked towards Nangong Chuhe and Nangong Wulie.
"Let's go."
As a few guards hesitated, Nangong Chuhe nodded and hurriedly carried Nangong Wulie away.
Dongfang Jun, along with Duo Hun, the Shattering Soul Elders, and a group of guards, did not dare to stop them. They merely watched as Luo Jing's figure gradually disappeared into the distance. The two, Sh soul and Duo Hun, whose spacious battle robes had been billowing moments before, now appeared to fluctuate as they dispersed the power they had just accumulated.
“Damn that meddlesome Luo Jing! If it weren't for his interference, I could have brought the Nangong family to their knees. Hmph, let’s go,” Dongfang Jun stomped his foot and led his subordinates forward.
Luo Jing stayed behind to protect Nangong Chuhe as he carried the unconscious Nangong Wulie. After walking for quite a distance, they finally stopped. Nangong Chuhe turned to look at this peer of his who stood proudly with a gun in hand. Just two years older than him, Luo Jing had already made a name for himself with the Yan Luo Spear, while he remained an unknown.
“Stick to the main road and don’t look back,” Luo Jing said as he tossed over a vial. “Give this to him; it could save his life.”
“Cousin…” Nangong Chuhe stepped forward, wanting to say something more, but Luo Jing leaped away and vanished into the forest.
Watching the black figure drift away, he held the vial and sighed, muttering the unfinished words to himself.
“Sigh, you need to be careful too.”
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