Chapter 707: Chapter 525: The Meeting and the Severed Arm
In the depths of an unknown forest, a giant blood-colored flower was in full bloom, with a diameter of over twenty meters.
The giant flower had twelve petals, each of which was blood red, with black patterns on the petals. From a high vantage point, it was clear that these patterns were distinctly human faces.
These faces were of both men and women, young and old.
Rustling sounds.
A faint exotic fragrance permeated the forest, continually luring beasts and demon beasts, including many advanced demon beasts.
As demon beasts, their intelligence wasn’t low, and they could clearly sense the nearby mortal danger. Their bodies wanted to flee, but their souls couldn’t resist the allure of the exotic fragrance and kept approaching.
When these demon beasts came within ten meters of the giant flower, they emitted painful howls, transforming into a mass of blurred flesh, dissolving completely until even their bones seeped into the dark soil.
The blood-colored giant flower quivered slightly, emitting a peculiar sound as if it were feeding. The face-like patterns on the petals also altered with different expressions.
Buzz...
Accompanied by a buzzing sound, ethereal figures appeared one after another, hovering above the petals. As the patterns on the petals gradually vanished, the ethereal figures became clearer and more substantial.
"Isn’t the Dream Celestial King coming today?"
A voice rang out first, with a hostile tone.
"He’ll probably come later. After all, it only happens once a month, so he wouldn’t give up easily."
Someone responded, an ethereal figure resembling a child, less than a meter tall.
"He’s been hunted down lately. Three days ago, he even sought my help. I told him to split the resources with me, then he went silent; he’s probably dead."
Someone jokingly mocked.
"Good if he’s dead. Who told him not to act properly and go helping the Alien Race."
"He already joined Pure Land, so why even mention justice?"
"It’s not a matter of being just or not. I don’t mind whom he kills, but there’s no need to collaborate with the Alien Race; it benefits us in no way."
"It’s nothing major, just a matter of time."
"Why provoke Hua Country for no reason? If you truly enrage them, it’s more than a minor hassle."
"If you’re not afraid of death, then what’s to fear?"
"Those who claim not to fear death are usually the most afraid of it."
"Please, just kill me!"
Seven ethereal figures chatted away. Some argued, others cursed, and still, others challenged one another to duels, making the once peaceful atmosphere somewhat chaotic and noisy.
When the buzzing sound arose again, an exquisitely handsome ethereal figure appeared, glancing around with a smile: "I’m actually not the last one here. After a month, everyone still carries their flair."
"Weren’t you being chased? How did you manage to come?"
One ethereal figure inquired, clad in a loose black robe, though his physique appeared somewhat bulky.
"I temporarily shook off that nagging fellow. It’d be a waste not to come; I can’t let you all take it for free."
The Dream Celestial King laughed as he spoke.
A middle-aged man with a Western appearance looked a bit furious, questioning him: "You chose to cooperate with the Alien Race for resources, causing significant losses to Pure Land and inciting external suspicion!"
The Dream Celestial King seemed unfazed by the questioning, his smile unwavering: "Joined Pure Land and still afraid of being questioned? If you’re scared, leave!"
"Whether to leave or not is not for you to decide." The man’s voice was cold.
"Dream Celestial King, not cooperating with the Alien Race is a baseline. While we don’t fear threats, you might be shameless, but we still have our honor."
A woman coyly laughed and said.
Knowing he had aroused public anger, the Dream Celestial King remained silent for a moment, then said blandly: "The Alien Race won’t give up. Whether or not I take action, others will step in. The result is the same."
"That’s an excuse. Don’t let there be a next time, or you definitely won’t return."
The woman laughed as she threatened.
The Dream Celestial King shrugged without responding further.
Seeing the Dream Celestial King settle down, someone remarked: "Tomorrow is the day of mourning, and the World Alliance is expected to take significant actions!"
"It has nothing to do with us. However, I am somewhat interested in the Avengers Alliance."
The child-like Immortal Celestial King remarked.
In the past half month, the Avengers Alliance gained significant fame, and he had heard of it many times.
"They’re just talents yet to fully blossom. There is only one Pure Land in this world, and there won’t be a second, but I am indeed interested in He Jun; her Demon Spirit is worth researching."
Another agreed, with a hoarse, somewhat grating voice.
"Interest won’t help. You all don’t dare go to Shangjing."
Someone mocked.
After chatting for half an hour, once the feeding was complete, the ethereal figures dissipated one by one, and the face-like patterns on the petals reappeared, the forest once more enveloped in silence.
The exotic fragrance spread anew, as one demon beast after another reappeared, turning into a mass of flesh...
Shangjing.
As dawn broke, piercing alarm sounds began to reverberate throughout the Base City.
Upon hearing the alarms, people stepped out of their homes and looked up at the sky.
The sky was gray, with layers upon layers of clouds.
The weather forecast predicted rain today, and the low air pressure combined with sorrowful music made it difficult for people to breathe.
Today is September 27th.
It has been thirty days since the fall of Zhouyun City, exactly a month.
The city is being rebuilt, but some people will never return home.
Today is the World Day of Mourning.
The whole world, on this day, mourns for those who perished in that act of vengeance.
People walked toward the city square, expressions solemn and sorrowful.
Early in the morning, a group of seventeen from the Avengers Alliance stepped out of the hotel and boarded the bus waiting outside.
There were already quite a few people on the bus, and when they saw Lin Feng and his team appear, they just nodded.
Everyone seemed somewhat silent along the way. Before reaching the city square, a gentle rain began to fall.
"It’s raining."
Lin Feng looked out the window, observing the people on either side of the street.
Some opened umbrellas, while others remained indifferent.
The rain made the already oppressive mourning day even sadder. When the bus stopped at the city square, a dense crowd had already gathered around the square, stretching as far as the eye could see.
"It’s the Avengers Alliance!"
Lin Feng and his team’s appearance slightly eased the tense atmosphere, eliciting joy in people’s expressions. If it weren’t for the inappropriate setting, some might have cheered aloud.
Gongshan, holding his sister, attracted quite a bit of attention. Like Lin Feng’s team, in a matching black and red uniform, he was undoubtedly a member of the Avengers Alliance.
"So many people."
Gongshan slightly bowed his head, not quite used to being the center of attention, but undeniably, this feeling was unique, giving him a special thrill.
The presence of the Avengers Alliance not only attracted the attention of the onlookers at the square but also various powerful factions.
Including the Yang Race.
Major conglomerates and forces from Shangjing attended today’s memorial service.
Today was not only to mourn the deceased, but also the day the World Alliance would respond to the Alien Race’s vengeance.
When Lin Feng’s group walked past, Yang Qingtian and Yang Qing’s expressions were calm, yet their eyes revealed a hint of complexity.
Under staff guidance, Lin Feng’s group appeared below the podium, causing many to cast surprised glances and whisper.
In Hua Country, position partly represents identity and status.
"No way."
"Why not, their achievements are certainly worthy."
"Looks like the Avengers Alliance has caught the attention of the upper echelons. Impressive!"
The spot where Lin Feng’s team stood was undoubtedly a prime area, closer to the podium than most of the Glory Race, including the Yang Race.
From their position, one can see the current status and importance of the Avengers Alliance.
Even though none of them have reached the rank of King, who can ignore them now?
Many factions have already decided to establish strong ties with the Avengers Alliance, given their talent, strength, and national support, the alliance’s future is bright.
"I alone am the Glory Race."
For some reason, Yang Qingtian’s mind echoed this phrase again, causing a trace of bitter smile on his lips.
Lin Feng also noticed the astonishment in the eyes of those around him but paid it no mind.
He was uninterested in positions that held no benefit, simply attending the memorial service.
Lin Feng glanced around, noticing the position of the Yang Race, but his gaze swept past without caring.
"Didn’t your grandfather say he would be attending today?"
Lin Feng asked Zhan Tianyu.
After searching around, he couldn’t find the Zhan Race’s location.
Logically, as one of the Ten Great Clans, the Zhan Race should surely attend this memorial service.
"Yes."
Zhan Tianyu’s brows furrowed, continuously looking around but unable to find any sign of his kin.
Just as the two were worried, a familiar figure appeared a hundred meters away, slowly making their way toward them.
The person, with white hair and dressed in a purple Tang suit, immediately attracted the attention of various powers, causing some to change expressions and others to utter startled cries.
Zhan Tianyu stamped his foot on the ground, promptly dashing toward the figure.
Lin Feng followed closely, with the others quickly joining.
"Damn it!"
While running, Lin Feng clenched his fists, suppressing the fury within as he saw Zhan Entai’s empty right sleeve and heard Zhan Tianyu’s furious roar.
"It’s nothing, just an arm."
Zhan Tian’en smiled, hugging Zhan Tianyu tightly with his remaining arm, comforting his maddened rage.
When Lin Feng stood before him, Zhan Entai smiled, appearing carefree but with a clear touch of bitterness.
"It’s okay, just an accidental injury, everything has been arranged."
Zhan Tian’en spoke to Lin Feng, then slightly bowed his head, lowering his voice: "I came deliberately to show everyone, so he won’t dare go too far. Don’t display anger, nor get too close to me, it’s of no benefit to you, remember, there’s a long road ahead."
Listening to Zhan Tian’en’s heartfelt comfort and counsel, Lin Feng remained silent, yet the anger within didn’t fade.
Yesterday, he still comforted Zhan Tianyu.
He naively believed the Avengers Alliance had grown enough to be respected and feared by various powers.
Even with forceful acquisition, Hong Tao would have hesitated somewhat, not going overboard, but in a blink, Zhan Tian’en lost an arm.
His comfort and ideas now seemed so ridiculous.
An Extraordinary Powerhouse simply doesn’t care for their potential or talents; undeveloped talents meant nothing to them.
In the prelude to impending war, for power, some become unscrupulous.
Zhan Tian’en’s presence made many faces turn grim.
Zhan Tian’en’s current plight could very well happen to them in the future, which is why he was here.
He wanted to use this method to make Hong Tao restrain himself.
On the podium, notable figures appeared, including Hong Tao.
He also noticed Zhan Tian’en, his eyes showed surprise, but there was no significant reaction, even displaying a simple farmer-like smile at the end.
