Anyway, they had nothing left now.
After all, Long Yeyue was dead.
Chen Xinjie was dead.
Yue Guan was dead too.
What else could they do?
What could they possibly resist?
Before Chen Yu's fists, their voices weren't worth a fart.
Before Chen Yu's madness, their schemes didn't even qualify as jokes.
They might as well give up.
Chen Yu wasn't after Shrek anyway.
Or at least, not yet.
He had been clearing out the parasites sucking the Federation's blood.
But Shrek had ten thousand years of glory behind it, countless geniuses, and the Golden Ancient Tree.
Chen Yu wouldn't move against Shrek lightly.
At least, they believed he wouldn't do it now.
They might as well all go home.
Those who needed to cultivate could cultivate. Those who needed to eat could eat. Those who needed to sleep could sleep.
If the sky fell, someone tall would hold it up. Yun Ming was a Peak Quasi-God, and he wasn't worried. Why should they be?
But just as everyone was preparing to go home and give up...
In an instant...
Every face changed.
There had been no warning.
One second earlier...
Their faces had still shown exhaustion and indifference.
The next...
Every face turned deathly pale at once.
A shudder suddenly ran through them.
It rose from the depths of their souls.
It was an instinctive fear.
As though something was drawing near.
Something was locking onto them.
Something was about to wipe them from the face of the world.
It was the scent of death!
"Not good!"
Zhuo Shi reacted first. He shot out of his chair, became a streak of light, and burst out of the Sea God Pavilion.
Immediately after...
Dozens of figures soared into the sky at once.
The elders, and within Shrek Academy...
Every powerhouse