The Storm Was Brewing
Deep underground, Fain's body had now returned to its waist length. 🎈🐧 ☺💛
"It's over, it's over." Fain's mind was completely in chaos.
Recalling that scene just now, Fain's heart trembled. The endless Wind Blade flew down, and even he, a Saint Realm expert at the peak of strength, only managed to protect his head with the help of his Divine Artifact. He could only protect his head, and that was only because of the opponent's wide-range attack.
If the other party had paid even the slightest attention to him, Fain, he would have been Fain this time.
If Fain didn't have the Life Source Pearl, he would also be dead.
"That's terrible." Fain held his breath. "Adkins? He even wants me to tell the teacher?"
Fain had a feeling in his heart
This group of suddenly arrived powerful individuals are far stronger than his teacher, the War God "O'Brien".
"I have no choice but to go find Lin Feng." Fain felt bitter. The vast War God Mountain had almost been Warblade Slaughter out, whether they were nominal disciples or direct disciples. Apart from Fain, there were only two other direct disciples of War God Mountain still alive.
Those two are currently within the Holy Union territory, overseeing the battle.
"Even Blumer is dead. If Olivier knew, sigh," Fain felt a headache coming on.
Above War God Mountain.
"You told me about Beirut. When did Beirut become the dominant force in the Yulan Plane?" the handsome young man said with a frown, clearly displeased.
The Silver-Haired Elder behind him immediately said respectfully, "Lord Adkins, I knew of Beirut back in the Yulan Plane. Beirut's true form is a Divine Beast; upon reaching adulthood, it naturally becomes Lowgod. However, Beirut's true form is terrifying; ordinary Lowgod are no match for it. Later, I was imprisoned in the Gebada Plane Prison, and I don't know what happened to Beirut after that."
"Oh, your era? It seems Beirut has only lived for a few million years." The handsome young man said with some disdain.
"Lord Adkins, this Beirut is Highgod." The Silver-Haired Elder said, "Although I don't know what happened to him afterward, we heard about him in the Plane Prison. During the World-Ending War ten thousand years ago, he even killed a bunch of Highgod."
"Snort."
The handsome youth scoffed, "Kill Highgod? It depends on what kind of Highgod you're killing! Can a high- Highgod who Refine Divine Spark Highgod be the same as one who breaks through through their own comprehension? Besides, there are quite a few Highgod in the Gebada Plane Prison. But why is it that the Five Great Kings in the Gebada Plane Prison have maintained their unshakeable positions for countless years? Any one of the Five Great Kings could easily kill ten of those Highgod possess laws but cannot effectively use them for attacks!"
"Although I am not as powerful as a king, killing a few ordinary Highgod is not difficult," the handsome young man said confidently.
The Silver-Haired Elder understood from his master's words that Adkins clearly intended to destroy Beirut.
"Lord Adkins, we mustn't be careless. It's said that Beirut is the messenger of the Chief Sovereign! He's the one who manages the Necropolis of the Gods!" the Silver-Haired Elder advised.
"The messenger of the Chief Sovereign?" Adkins frowned slightly.
"Yes, it's very likely that he possesses Sovereign Artifact bestowed by the Chief Sovereign." The Silver-Haired Elder deliberately fabricated another lie. Whether Beirut possessed Sovereign Artifact was never known to anyone. However, the Silver-Haired Elder did not want his master to engage in a life-or-death battle with an expert of the same level so soon after his emergence.
Winning is fine, but what if you lose?
"Hmph, alright. Let's not deal with Beirut for now." Adkins then looked around, seemingly recalling his time in the Yulan Plane from a distant past.
"Unfortunately, Qingya back then was tens of millions of times larger than it is now. Even after the great war that shattered Qingya into five pieces, they were still far larger than this. But now, the other four pieces are also destroyed. Only this one remains, called ' Yulan '."
Dragonblood Castle is unusually lively today.
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Fain crossed the border of the O'Brien Empire from underground and emerged onto the surface. He then flew at Extreme Speed and finally arrived at Dragonblood Castle.
"Lin Feng!" Fain flew directly towards the Dragonblood Castle hall.
"Father, Fain has arrived," Taylor said immediately at the door. A large group of people then emerged from the hall. At the front were Lin Feng, Dilia, Jenny, Desri, and Olivier, followed by numerous Saint Realm experts.
All of Lin Feng's Divine Clone emerged from seclusion, including Delia.
As for Jenny, he had already fully Refine Divine Spark eight years ago, becoming Lowgod, and had not gone into seclusion since.
Seeing Fain's disheveled appearance, Lin Feng knew that War God Mountain was gone, and that most of War God's disciples were probably dead as well.
However, Lin Feng felt no guilt. He was not a saint, nor did he have any grand ambitions to save the world. Apart from Fain, there was no one he cared about in War God Mountain. Although he knew a few people, they were merely acquaintances, not even friends. Therefore, regarding their deaths, Lin Feng could only sigh that they were unlucky.
Moreover, although Lin Feng's actions in breaking open the Bosha Dam and releasing a large number of god-level powerhouses were partly due to his influence, it was still a way of doing things in accordance with the Laws of the World.
"Fain, why do you look so disheveled? What happened?" Desri asked immediately.
Although Fain had changed his clothes before arriving, his face was still covered in dust. In his current state of panic, it was a miracle he even remembered to change his clothes; he certainly didn't think about tidying up his appearance.
"It's over, War God Mountain, it's over. The O'Brien Empire no longer belongs to our teacher." Fain shook his head and said bitterly.
Having witnessed the opponent's strength firsthand, Fain saw from the mountaintop that the opponent had a large group of people, numbering nearly a thousand.
"Your War God Mountain has also been destroyed?" At this moment, a voice came from behind Lin Feng. It was Dixie and several Saint-level Magus.
"What's wrong with you?" Fain, somewhat surprised.
Dixie, who had cultivated for decades, was now Saint Magus. Dixie gave a bitter smile, "We're slightly better off than you, but they still destroyed our Yulan Empire's palace. With just one move, my two senior brothers stationed there were killed. My brothers and I rushed over immediately. Our Yulan Empire is about to change hands!"
"Fain, why are you alone? Where's my brother?" Olivier suddenly asked.
What about Blumer?
Fain was taken aback, unsure of what to say.
Olivier knew the answer from Fain's expression.
"This is bad!" Wharton's expression changed, and he looked north. "I'm worried that something might happen to the Imperial Capital of our Baruch Empire! Xini..."
"Don't worry, my Earth Divine Clone has already gone to Baruch City to protect Xini and the others. Xini is perfectly safe now," Lin Feng said with a smile.
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Wharton was immediately relieved. He knew that Lin Feng's Earth Divine Clone had reached the Midgod realm. With Lin Feng's Earth Divine Clone protecting him, Xini should be safe.
"Earth Divine Clone?" Upon suddenly hearing that Lin Feng also had Earth Divine Clone, Desri was immediately surprised. "Lin Feng, just how many Divine Clone do you have?"
"Not many, not many, only four for now," Lin Feng said modestly.
Desri, however, was stunned by Lin Feng's words. He had painstakingly cultivated for over five thousand years to reach the Lowgod level in the Law of Light Element, but Lin Feng...
Upon hearing Lin Feng's words, even Fain and Dixie, who had just lost a large number of their fellow disciples, temporarily forgot their grief and turned their attention to Lin Feng.
Only Olivier, who had just learned of the loss of her younger brother, remained dazed, her eyes blank, seemingly lost in thought.