Chapter 40: The Red Scar

The so-called surveillance room was actually Old Li’s bedroom, where a computer was connected to the cameras outside.

The group sat on slightly dilapidated chairs, silence falling between them as the atmosphere grew remarkably awkward.

Guo Yu’s brows were furrowed, his gaze burning like a torch. He stared intently at the fleeting figure in the black robe captured on the monitor before shifting his focus to the camera at the shop’s entrance. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the table.

"Uncle, you..."

This was the first time he had truly considered the game with any seriousness. Before this, he had always regarded the "Gods and Demons" online game with a sense of indifference. Although the adventures and growth he experienced in the game were the stuff of dreams for many professional players, they brought Zhang Yang no excitement or thrill. On the contrary, he had only been playing to complete quests and earn dollars.

The throat-slitter’s energy-infused dagger narrowly missed its mark, yet it came to a sudden halt mid-swing.

Even as Lin Fei approached, those psychic semi-immortal herbs did not seem alarmed; instead, they peered at him with curiosity.

"They all say that my master and I are cut from the same cloth, though Master is perhaps even stronger than I am," Eleven said. Chu Li, Ye Wei, and the others had all said the same thing.

In the distance, the three Lords of Reincarnation had been observing the dynamics of the battlefield. Seeing the powerful combat prowess displayed by each of the young descendants of the Reincarnation lineage, they could not help but feel deeply gratified.

The sect’s Demon-Extinguishing Prefecture was a special force independent of the other branches, answering only to the two sect leaders. The prefecture was divided into four ranks, descending from the Prefect, followed by the Demon Spear, the Ghost Mask, and the Fire Bane.

When I noticed the vampire’s entire body turning a pale green, its aura seemed to change as well. A regal air emanated from it; its head grew thicker, and its howl became significantly more robust and ferocious.

His fist punched through the air as if tearing it apart, piercing the man’s body without any resistance, carrying with it a spray of blood and visceral debris.

Sitting at the dining table, I answered my parents' questions while eating breakfast. They had seen the commotion from the night before, and besides marveling at the spectacle, they acknowledged that the immortals under my care were truly extraordinary.

"I only said I bought a ship; I never said I bought the crew along with it!" Jessica shot a glance at Lin Xia and told him.

The great banners bearing the characters "Qin" and "Chu" stood tall between the camps of the two empires, fluttering in the wind under the morning light.

Even the Blood Blade, Mumulazi, was forced to one knee by the overwhelming aura of Hua Shangling. As for the other returning warriors, some had already collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Yang Su-feng nodded faintly. Deep down, he felt an increasing sense of detachment, as if victory and defeat were no longer of concern. The tension and timidity of the battlefield drifted further away from him; he felt more and more like a general who could devise strategies from a thousand miles away, indifferent to the life and death unfolding on the field.

He did not even think to retrieve the Ice Dragon Divine Armor, which lay only a few hundred meters away. He knew that obtaining it would likely require more than just passing through an illusion; the statue of the divine dragon radiated pulses of immense energy, suggesting there were surely other measures in place to deter intruders.

Duan Xin was in a great hurry. Seeing Zhu Lingran’s decisiveness, he was naturally more than willing, and he quickly explained the need to requisition six hundred elite troops. Originally, four hundred men would have been sufficient to blockade the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group’s headquarters, but Duan Xin had added two hundred more just to be safe.

Then, the entire mansion was suddenly destroyed, thick smoke billowing toward the sky. The kicked-up dust settled onto the grounds of the Black Dragon Society’s main headquarters.

Liu Ye turned her head away. Even with her eyes covered, she refused to accept his gaze. A long time passed, and while Nimi made no further moves, Liu Ye’s heart grew increasingly uneasy. She would rather Nimi commit his violence sooner so that she might find release, rather than wait in terror for the nightmare to descend.