The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 746 - 360: Support from the Ether Association
"Jing Ci might be lenient with others, but he shows no mercy to the Ancient God Clan of Buzhou Mountain. Apart from the blood-red Supreme, no one can withstand his heaven-sent wrath."
The Think Tank smiled and said, "I even suspect that when the King of Qing meets his end, Jing Ci will charge into Buzhou Mountain again. Can that mighty Canglong Ancestor really withstand this new king’s reign?"
"In any case, the two disciples of the King of Qing are truly enviable."
He turned around, shrugged, and said, "And that master over there, I’m really impressed."
The Netherworld gazed into the distance, shocked.
He felt he must be mistaken, otherwise, it shouldn’t be such a scenario.
He paused in silence, then looked intently again.
Alright, this time they were beaten even more miserably.
No way.
Could someone of Seventh Rank really be unable to beat someone of Fifth Rank?
"It’s quite normal. When this master first emerged, he sacrificed two unfortunate magicians. Which Ancient God this path spread from is still unknown. Even when Qing and Chi returned from the depths of the universe, they couldn’t find an answer. This battle is likely to go down in history, and the Magician’s path is destined for disgrace."
The Think Tank trembled slightly and said, "I can’t watch any longer. This master is simply too ruthless. Luckily, I’m not on the Magician’s path."
The Netherworld had to admit that he had come to the same thought.
"Are illusions ineffective against him?"
He suddenly asked.
The Think Tank nodded slightly: "Yes, the Magician’s path, from Fourth Rank to Sixth Rank, is all about illusions."
The Netherworld paused silently, his gaze turning sympathetic: "At the Holy Land Level..."
"Yes."
The Think Tank’s eyes were full of compassion: "The new capability at the Holy Land Level is domain-type illusions."
"I recall that Judge Bai’s Mythical Weapons are all specialized in illusions. She is neither a Heavenly Person nor an Evolver."
The Netherworld murmured, "How much longer can he live?"
"There’s no hope, just waiting for death."
The Think Tank rolled his eyes: "I think we should be worried about another problem right now."
The Netherworld turned to look at him.
"Originally, with the Order World’s people coming to find fault after Tokyo’s experimental subjects broke out."
The Think Tank raised his hand, pointing to that rampant demon in the distance, stating expressionlessly: "Now, this master makes a high-profile appearance in Tokyo and launches a massacre on our people. Do you think the Ether Association will suspect that their Crown Prince fell to Tokyo, only to be hunted extensively by the You Ying Group, and even with Holy Land Level intervention?"
"Plus, I personally decided to marry off his little girlfriend to the Si Family."
He seriously asked, "Considering Yitaihua’s affection for this master, who do you think they’ve sent this time?"
The Netherworld was silent for a long time before gravely responding, "Before dawn, you still have time to order a grave for yourself."
The Think Tank struggled for a while.
"Remember to place more flowers on my grave." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
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Tokyo Narita International Airport, arrival hall.
Lin Dong strode out of the exclusive passage. The moment he appeared, the entire hall’s temperature plummeted. Whether airport staff or late-night passengers, all were turned into ice sculptures.
"Taixu."
His presence commanded awe without wrath, like a wrathful Esoteric Sect deity: "Are you sure there is no mistake?"
A gentle female voice came through the earpiece: "The probability of misjudgment is less than one-thousandth."
Less than one-thousandth.
This vice-chair of the Ether Association adjusted his suit, speaking indifferently: "Then prepare for action. Group A will follow me directly to the You Ying Group headquarters. Group B will parachute into the Orochi Society’s base. I want to control the Yingzhou Government in the shortest time possible; anyone who resists will be killed without mercy."
"Understood."
Han Jing coldly responded.
Tonight, she was in a long trench coat, striding out of the frozen hall in high boots.
Behind her was half of the Night Watcher’s secret force, all nearing Holy Land Level.
Providing combat assurance was the Ye Dao Saint of the Judgement Court. This old man, having returned from the Sea of Eternal Life, seemed to have improved again, exuding a severe killing intent unintentionally.
Lin Dong turned around, looking at the old man beside him: "So many years off the battlefield, are you up to it?"
Tonight, Mu Feng wore a sharp suit, holding a sword bag in his hand.
His gaze was intense and intimidating, like a sword about to unsheathe, hiding its edge.
He didn’t speak, only his hand clutching the sword bag tensed, veins throbbing.
"Our combat power is absolutely sufficient, but your rank has just been restored, and the aftereffects haven’t cleared, so be cautious."
He hesitated a bit: "Take care of Thunder; her situation is more complicated than yours."
Mu Feng grunted in response, following him out of the hall.
The private plane sat in the storm, like a giant eagle, staring into the deep night.
"Ready?"
Someone whispered.
The light illuminated her face.
Ji Zhou.
