The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 870 - 413: Qilin and Candle Dragon (Part 3)

"Oh my God, what am I seeing?"

The voice of Jiang Ziyue was drowned out by the wind: "Qilin and Skylark, are they both using Primordial Return together?"

Such a jaw-dropping scene, yet he wasn’t too surprised.

After all, he had long suspected that the two of them had a connection.

Just without any substantial evidence.

"Grandfather and Grandmother probably regret forcing out such opponents. This is a true Ancient God."

Ying Changsheng, bracing against the approaching strong wind, frowned as he said, "However... if they truly belong to the Ancient God Clan, why do they have emotions? This doesn’t fit the behavioral logic of the Ancient God Clan. Qilin is like this, and so is Skylark. It seems we need to redefine our understanding of races."

Are the Ancient God Clan still human?

This is a difficult question to differentiate.

Of course, there is an even more crucial problem.

Jiang Ziyue and Ying Changsheng both turned their heads, wanting to know how the Princess felt right now.

Because this time, someone took away her man right in front of her.

Most likely, it’s not the first time.

Tang Ling silently stared into the distance where the mist was dissipating, until the mythological forms of Qilin and Candle Dragon completely vanished into the void, her rose-colored eyes settling once more: "It’s not important."

No wonder she is the Princess of the Ether Association; she quickly regained her composure and said expressionlessly: "The urgent matter is to find reliable reinforcements and figure out what exactly is going on behind all this."

At that moment, the sound of tapping a secret code echoed in their wireless earphones.

A jeep roared across the wilderness, its engine roaring as if it was about to break down.

"Ancient God Clan."

Han Jing gripped the steering wheel, the accelerator already floored, her face as cold as frost, pale: "Is that Xiao Gu? How is that possible? Old Gu’s son, I watched him grow up. How could he belong to the Ancient God Clan?"

"I don’t know, but I vaguely have a guess. I’m not sure if it’s reliable."

Lin Dong sat in the passenger seat, clutching his bleeding chest, speaking in a deep voice: "Han Jing, you need to go faster. The Netherworld’s injuries aren’t much better than mine, but it might still catch up."

He paused: "We must find those young people first; they are in immense danger!"

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Deep in Dragon Burial Valley, in the darkest part of the night before dawn.

Gu Jianlin sat by the campfire, letting out a soft groan, covering his lips.

The blood rushing to his throat was forcibly suppressed by him.

He raised his hand to press against an ancient tree, his palm igniting with pale Divine Sacrificial Fire, frantically absorbing the life force.

That was the aftereffect of high-intensity use of Ancient God Transformation. He was enduring excruciating pain, like being slashed a thousand times. If his body collapsed and blood flowed from the cracks, it would inevitably be noticed.

Therefore, he had to endure, continually devouring life force to sustain himself without letting a drop of blood spill.

"Are you alright?"

The Moon Princess realized something was wrong with his double; his face was devoid of color by the campfire, and his trembling was alarming. She instinctively grabbed his hand, only to be shocked.

Because Gu Jianlin’s body was as cold as a corpse.

"Hahaha!"

From afar in the camp, an old, eerie laugh sounded like a ghost.

Jiang Chunyang gazed at the western twilight, his deranged laughter interpretation of a small man’s arrogance.

"Taihua is going to die!"

He danced with joy, as if to embrace the sky: "Hahaha! Taihua is finally going to die!"

The old man laughed wildly, his laughter filled with arrogance and glee.

Completely unaware that the young man by the campfire was looking at him with an expression that suggested he was staring at a dead man.