Blood Path Tenth Order

Looking at the disheveled, wretched Privileged Class, Zhang Chen felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. Those Privileged Class who had once stood so high above others had actually fallen to this day.

Yet the South of the River Lands had fallen so swiftly, far beyond Zhang Chen's expectations.

"What exactly is the imperial court doing? How could it completely ignore what is happening in the South of the River Lands?" Zhang Chen was somewhat puzzled.

Of course, the Demon Race producing twelve demon gods who had stepped into the Eleventh Order also left Zhang Chen deeply shaken.

But though he was shocked, he did not find it strange. After all, the Demon Race occupied the boundless Great Wilderness, their territory countless times larger than humanity's. It was not difficult to understand how twelve Eleventh Order beings could emerge.

Countless thoughts churned through Zhang Chen's mind. Looking at those members of the Privileged Class, he quietly withdrew.

The Privileged Class discussed how to resist the Demon Race, but Zhang Chen had no desire to listen, nor any interest in doing so. If he had not been in Jinling City pondering how to steal away the Longevity Tree Coffin and retrieve Chen Sanliang's corpse, he would have left Jinling City long ago.

He had no interest in serving this bunch of Privileged Class tea and water.

The mountains became lively again. The endless peaks gained a trace of human presence, but also a trace of worldly smoke and fire.

Three days later, Zhang Chen was meditating in the mountains when a sudden premonition struck him, and his Golden Finger Interface automatically appeared:

"What is this?"

Zhang Chen looked at the Golden Finger Interface that had appeared, astonishment flashing through his eyes.

``` Skill 3 (Ninth Order): Body Transformation Blood River (200000000000000/200000000000000)

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