Chapter 55

"You must not let the Grand Vitality Heaven-Fighting Art go to waste. Whether my karmic burden can be lightened depends entirely on how much you can help me share. The more karmic retribution you acquire, the more relieved I will be!" Zui Fu transmitted his Karmic Secret Art to Zhuang Lan, speaking with profound expectations.

That's right, just as only Sun Wukong could pull out the Ruyi Jingu Bang, and only King Arthur could pull out the Sword in the Stone.

In the span of just a few breaths, he was completely overwhelmed and bewildered. Watching the soldiers continuously fall around him, he felt as though he had stepped into hell in a single instant, assaulted by attacks coming from every direction.

He certainly had no idea what position this Art Bureau Consultant was, nor did he realize how formidable and prestigious that title truly was.

"Chang-devouring is omnipresent, but unfortunately, it was born at the wrong time and is destined to be annihilated by a force that restrains it!" Zhuang Lan said in a cold and arrogant tone.

"It is merely an empty reputation! Besides, I only did what I ought to do as a soldier!" Chen Qingzhi said indifferently.

Yet, having reached this point, he had no possibility of retreating. Pressing forward with all his might was the only thing he could do.

"From the very beginning, they were picking and choosing—selecting those who could discern the scent of raw meat. Only a few among us could be chosen: myself, Senior Sister, and... Senior Brother, along with a couple of other martial siblings."

As for the other two corpses, one was Huang Jun, who had been wedged into a mountain crevice and was already lifeless when found. The second corpse had been burned to a crisp charcoal.

Moreover, it was not just this group of people; ordinary cultivators, and even the Six Realms of Reincarnation for these individuals, did not exist within the Pangu World.

However, even with Odin's strength, without delving deep into the interior of the Fox Legion to understand it, he had failed to figure it out. Rather than saying these were innate abilities the Fox Legion possessed from the start, it was more accurate to say they were the product of the legion's soldiers' wills condensing to a high degree and undergoing biochemical evolution. These formed the foundation, and all that remained was to point them in a specific direction.

He glanced at several Tier 6 ability users, a flash of sharpness cutting through the depths of his eyes. If the situation became critical, he would have to redeem his abilities.

Although she had pierced straight through the Immovable Myodo, her own body also suffered the backlash from the momentum of the Immovable Myodo. Countless wounds were carved across her entire body by the flashing light; not only were her bones visible through every single cut, but in some places, her flesh had been completely sliced away by the dazzling radiance.

With slightly narrowed eyes, An Zhe's expression also returned to seriousness. He knew that Emilia could communicate with the shallow consciousness of the natural world—flowers, grass, trees, and stones could all serve as her eyes. In a place like this, her source of intelligence was evidently far more reliable.

Regardless, everything was proceeding step-by-step, and Ethan Hunt continued to live a low-profile life in the guise of a Fox agent.

Of course, that was the gradual, conventional approach. What Lanluo was about to do now was violent demolition.

As a direct descendant of the Demon Imperial Clan, Dirus possessed a personal strength no inferior to Diluga, making him a genuine God-tier powerhouse.

Yet all he could do was to "pity himself." It was truly heartbreaking, yet equally infuriating.

With the old dart-master gone and Xue Hongxian no longer present, among those heading south now were only Li Ruyu, Ah Mu, Xie Guo, Mo the Giant Hero, and Wang Wu. Liu Banzhao's combat capability could be safely ignored, making the situation rather tricky indeed.

Li Yun nodded in understanding. In truth, it was much like his relationship with Elephant Head Village—people looked out for one another when times were tough. For instance, if you were short on sweet potatoes here and I had an excess of leafy greens over there, we would trade. The relationships between these deep-mountain Taoist temples were just as simple.

Take Madam Zhong, for instance. Regarding the disappearance of Lianxin, she had suspected many people—she had suspected Shui'er simply because the girl was not her own flesh and blood, and she had even suspected her own biological flesh and blood, Zhong Jin, simply because Zhong Jin was naturally suspicious and eager for quick success.

Looking at Camel's actions, Chang Bao'er was utterly baffled. In fact, the bewilderment Camel had brought him was already more than enough. He was no longer certain whether he understood Brother Camel as thoroughly as he once imagined, nor did he know how many long, long stories were hidden within Brother Camel.

"Analysis in place, clear train of thought, meticulous mind—not bad! Not bad!" Ghost deliberately exaggerated, raising his thumb both to acknowledge me and to carry a teasing undertone.

"Take the side door. If the monsters are large enough, that can block them too." Yang Xiaokai could not yet see the people crying for help or the monsters chasing them, so he could only assume the monsters were sufficiently large that their bulk would jam them outside the doorframe of the side door, successfully rescuing the two of them.

"Alright, Young Master Zhong, then I'll have to trouble you today." Having said that, Shen Shuiji walked inside.

Chen Feng thrust his sword straight toward Xuanhuang Huihuang. At that very moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from Xuanhuang Huihuang's body once more. The blazing golden light directly intercepted the Jinghong Sword in Chen Feng's hand, rendering him completely unable to pierce forward even a fraction of an inch.

"Boom!" The monster roaring as it charged toward him was blasted backward through the air, and before it even plummeted to the ground, its body exploded violently mid-air.

As for the Crimson Flame Legion, Dongfang Ying gritted her teeth, evidently somewhat annoyed that the sudden appearance of the Prince had disrupted her plans.

After finishing lunch, it was time to get down to business. Yang Jian had merely hitched a free meal off Purple Pupil and was promptly chased away the moment they finished eating.

Consequently, the spiritual qi within Yang Jian's body remained in a state of continuous growth. Yang Jian, who had barely managed to look sturdy before, was now puffed up like a fat man, his meridians bulging across his body in a terrifying and grotesque manner.

Regardless of whether they were willing or not, they were dragged up to the sacrificial altar by the black-robed figure, forced to kneel on the ground like humble dogs and sacrificial cattle, reduced to lambs awaiting slaughter. They did not know what would happen next or what they would face, but a strange and intensely potent emotion swelled within their hearts—an emotion known as terror.

The sickly glow emanating from the intertwined human skulls and golden treasures grew even more sinister. Upon closer inspection, even those precious jewels were slowly morphing into the shapes of skulls.

"In my view, this is no ordinary potion." Angel was not being polite; he genuinely felt that Lucia's potion was quite remarkable.

The importance of the Dreamscape went without saying, and the candidates to integrate with the authority naturally had to be chosen with the utmost caution. In Angel's mind, currently only Sanders and Froid possessed the qualifications to shoulder such authority.