Chapter 103: A New Mission from the Exorcism Military Command

The Demon Clan encampment.

The three great Demon Gods, having fled in disarray, sat within the camp to deliberate. Because the Demon Clan did not engage in production, resources were scarce; only those of the fourth rank or higher were granted the privilege of staying in tents. Even so, most of these tents appeared dilapidated. Inside a massive tent, the three sat facing one another, the atmosphere thick with oppression. Anluo, the Flame Lion Demon, gritted his teeth, his face etched with sorrow.

The blood-colored jade slip was inscribed with an array known as the White Tiger Netherworld Nine-Kill Formation.

Gunshots abruptly shattered the tranquility of the green mountains. All the teams nearby grew tense, countless members clutching their walkie-talkies, anxiously inquiring what had happened and whether the target had been found.

He understood that the technical threshold for such flower-processing was extremely high; the injection of coloring agents altered the flowers' genetics, but because of the instability, these traits were difficult to pass on, making natural propagation nearly impossible. However, if the entire Hill family were involved, even capital giants like Henry and Lanny would have to show a measure of restraint.

Though they were anxious, Han Yimei remained as cold as frost, leaving them utterly helpless.

A terrifying surge of spiritual energy erupted, rushing outward. To everyone’s astonishment, the defeat of Wang Yongchen they had anticipated did not occur; instead, both parties were repelled simultaneously, appearing perfectly matched.

Ju Zhenyan sensed the violent aura emanating from Zhuo Tian and frowned. Following his gaze, he spotted the man in black standing beside the old man in green robes, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"Very well," Fu Yunnuan agreed readily. Yu Pianpian, clearly dissatisfied, led Fu Yunnuan toward the main courtyard.

He appeared to be no more than forty years old. Perhaps believing his own seniority outweighed Ye Yun's relative youth, he addressed him with the patronizing, slightly reproachful tone one might use toward a subordinate.

The man wore a white mask that left the skin above the bridge of his nose exposed. The eyes behind the mask were slightly narrowed and piercing, shining like ripples in the dark of night.

By firmly identifying these points and mastering other methods in this location, one could quickly achieve the remaining objectives.

When the Heavenly King Guangmu jabbed at the "manji" symbol on Wei Meng's chest, it emitted a golden light that struck the Heavenly King, enveloping him. The Heavenly King, in turn, radiated his own golden light, enshrouding Wei Meng.

"You flatter me, though my ideals are somewhat out of reach. To overthrow Wanyan Qing—how could that ever be easy?" Wanyan Ting remarked.

Because of these words from Nangong Lingyu, Mu Zi began to harbor doubts: who, then, had saved him, and who had planted the seed of the Profound Spirit Soul within his body?

"Yes, and yet no," Chairman Feng said, keeping them in suspense. "Because this information is indeed related to the ends of the earth and the borders. Only, it is not the sea, but this." As he spoke, Chairman Feng held up a finger and pointed upward.

Upon hearing Chengtian’s roar, the spirits paused only for a moment before continuing their clamor.

"Will it work?" Wu Peng listened to Huang Dali recount the sequence of events as if he were hearing a news broadcast, seemingly accepting it all as truth, though certain plot points had been omitted.

Long-time patrons might already know, but since there were many new viewers today, Lin Na felt compelled to repeat the instructions once more.

The melodious song began again, and the backup dancers, dressed in Mongolian attire, performed a dance of the grasslands.

"Very well, I will give you five bottles. Use the full strength of your ability and take one punch from me," Zhang Fei said.

"Tomorrow, I shall deal with the Second Elder, who is at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Second Brother, you take on the Third Elder, Xiao Yi, who is at the early Nascent Soul stage. As for the Third Brother, you will be responsible for stalling the First Elder, Master Jinguang, who is at the late Nascent Soul stage."

In the blink of an eye, the ghost fire covered by the water curtain pierced through it and continued to pounce toward Cui Bin.