Zhou Chu stood dazed for several seconds, seriously pondering those words before staring intently at Liu Wen.
"I was wondering, there isn't even a sea here, is there? What waves are we pushing?"
If Liu Wen had not known Zhou Chu's temperament after spending so much time with him, he would have been so furious he might have vomited blood.
The Hundred Thousand Mountains were no easy assignment. Why had Hope Base's three great war gods sent him here of all people?
Because he never used his brain.
Liu Wen sighed and changed the subject directly. "A Chu, I think I smell roasted meat. Go out and see if there's any left. If there is, slice a few pieces for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tent flap moved, and he had already disappeared.
Zhou Chu's voice faded into the distance. "Your stomach's not well. You need to eat less meat. You can only have a few slices..."
At the same time,
Longshan.
The ritual had already fallen into place.
A gentle breeze gathered toward Tingfeng City from all directions without leaving a trace. The closer it got, the stronger the wind became...
The High Priest's purple robes billowed in the firelight.
He lowered his head and chanted ancient, lengthy verses. His robes stirred in the wind, and countless sparks leaped between the folds. He looked like a piece of burning charcoal.
The first to show signs of abnormality was Black Tortoise. Amid the lengthy incantation, he let out an uncontrollable, agonized screech. His curved beak opened wide, but the sound that emerged belonged neither to a human nor to any beast.
His clothes were quickly torn apart as his entire body began to swell. His skin turned blue-gray all over. Soon, his back began to bulge, forming