The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 1033 - 486: Prelude (2)

The roar resounded.

It was the roar of a helicopter crash landing, accompanied by the urgent, sharp footsteps and the clash of firearms and swords.

The guards of the Order World were rushing over.

Xia Zhi strode into the first-class cabin, glanced at the harmonious grandfather and grandson, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered her voice, saying: "There are terrorists lurking on this flight. You two..."

She felt a bit guilty because these two were very likely Ascenders, appearing as if they were here for underground trade, people who were highly probable targets for terrorists—extremely dangerous.

She even considered whether to secretly open the cabin door and let them escape.

But, bound by her professional ethics, she chose not to.

"Grandfather and grandson..."

Jiang Yanli curled his lips, thinking that he always appeared much younger than his senior brother.

However, his smile froze instantly because he realized his generation had been inexplicably reduced by two levels!

Huai Yin showed a gloating smile.

Xia Zhi was anxious. At this critical moment, how could the grandfather and grandson still be smiling!

But in the next moment, she froze.

Because a dense array of red dots locked onto the grandfather and grandson; evidently, they had already been targeted by sniper rifles.

The dusk-covered airport was swept by howling winds; a white-haired woman wearing sunglasses looked over, her black trench coat fluttering in the wind, holding a long rectangular black leather case, obviously containing dangerous cold weapons.

Clearly such a slender and frail woman, yet her shadow expanded like a monster.

Ten helicopters hovered above her head, fully armed reinforcements had already arrived.

Moreover, countless fierce cracks appeared on the ground of the airport, the glass windows of the terminal shattered on command, the aircraft cabin cracked inch by inch, as if scratched by an invisible beast.

Xia Zhi had never encountered such a vast sword momentum before, her face was ashen and she trembled in fear.

"As expected, junior sister cares for people, coming all the way to welcome us."

Huai Yin grinned and waved outside the porthole: "Hi."

Jiang Yanli unbuckled his seatbelt, stretched lazily, looked at the dumbfounded girl beside him, and smiled: "Don’t worry, is there a possibility that the so-called terrorists are us?"

This pair of the most terrifying senior brothers in the world silently raised their heads, an ancient and solemn ghostly mask condensed on them, like demons from hell gazing at the human world, accompanied by thunderous roars.

In their pupils flowed a harsh gold, like ghosts and gods.

Xia Zhi: "..."

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Accompanied by the opening of a space-time black hole, Skylark walked into the villa courtyard, holding a ginger cat in her arms.

She seemed to have just returned from the battlefield, her snow-white off-shoulder long dress tainted with a bloody murderous aura, her black cape still dripping with fresh blood, the sound of high heels striking the floor crisp and pleasant.

For the Ghost Slayer Path, spatial distance is never a problem.

By fixing the coordinates of the Time Gap, it takes just a moment to traverse from the Pamir Plateau to the outskirts of Magic City.

"Master, you have returned."

Someone knelt on the ground and said softly.

It was a gracefully poised woman, her enticing figure under the suit skirt especially highlighted by her kneeling posture, the smooth floor reflecting her charming visage.

If any student of the Central Spirit Core Institute were here, they would be surprised to find that this woman was a professor appointed at the Ancient God Clan Genealogy Institute, one of the top eight individuals in the entire academy. Not only was she academically accomplished, but her own strength had long reached the Holy Land Level, and she was quite famous in Magic City.

Ye Yi, code-named Red Ling.

Not long ago, this woman was dispatched to the Pamir Plateau to observe the battle condition of Buzhou Mountain.

No one expected that upon her return, she would become a slave.

No, it would be more appropriate to call her a Divine Servant.

"Mm."

Skylark responded coldly, casually taking off her cape and draping it over a recliner, and lazily lay down.

Ye Ni respectfully said: "You look very tired, do you need me to prepare hot water for you?"

As the Divine Servant of the master before her, she naturally knew what her Master was going through.

The Candle Dragon Clan’s internal strife on Buzhou Mountain, the entire Ancient God Realm was now war-torn, ancient dragons roamed the burning sky, meteors fell like torrential rain, shattering the desolate land, as monsters screamed and slaughtered each other.

The blood of the Gods stained the earth red, and humans were also hard to survive, buried one after another in the flames.

This war had been ongoing for a month, and there were almost no humans left to live on Buzhou Mountain, those who survived had been transformed into Divine Servants, and as for those who died, not even their bodies remained.

All factions were withdrawing from Buzhou Mountain, no reckless adventurer dared to go to that battlefield anymore.

Skylark uttered a sound: "The Canglong was stronger than I imagined."

Ye Ni dared not raise her head, and respectfully said: "The Canglong Ancestor is indeed very powerful, as they are in their most original full-state. But once you restore to your peak, or advance further in the Third Law, they will not be your opponent."

As a seasoned professor of Ancient God Clan Genealogy Studies, she of course knew how powerful the true Ancient God Clan was.

For example, the Kui Bird Ancestor of the Ether Association in the Qilin Immortal Palace, could only be considered taking advantage of loopholes.

The Canglong is recognized as the strongest among the Ancestors, its condition almost perfectly maintained.

For Skylark to kill it, she at least needs to restore to her peak period.