Chapter 77: Purging the Decay

When Gu Zhuo pulled out a drawer from the bottom of the medical kit he had brought, revealing the items laid out on the white cloth inside, everyone present was a little surprised.

"Are these... scalpels?" Director Lan's tone was tinged with uncertainty.

Unlike the bright silver scalpels she was familiar with, these instruments were either pitch-black or bronze-yellow, exuding an air of antiquity.

"They are, but they're not the kind used in Western medicine—they're scalpels for traditional Chinese medicine," Gu Zhuo explained thoughtfully.

From the vast expanse of Sand City, a gust of wind swept in, not particularly strong but laden with yellow sand, which struck the players, clinging to their hair and refusing to be shaken off.

Over time, Douzi realized that the lives of these water spirits were not much different from those in the Federation. They too had battlefields, where they raised insect races for war—only theirs were water insects.

"What on earth has happened?" After a brief panic, Sai Ying immediately tried to contact the Divine Emperor she was acquainted with.

"I'm not planning on being overly polite. But seeing you doing well makes me happy too," Jiang Ni replied.

As the highest commander of Jinlan Bay, Major General Zaikov ordered all firepower points around the base to enter full combat readiness as soon as the conflict began, so the personnel quickly took their positions, preparing for the first wave of attack.

Before, when there were things to be done, Wang Yuenin understood and respected him, never causing trouble. But as time went on, she couldn't help but think more. And after Lin Ziqi returned, she knew his feelings hadn't changed. Yet, whenever she wanted to be alone with him, he always found an excuse to avoid her.

The plan was sound, the execution flawless, but if the God of Death could be killed in a single strike, he wouldn't deserve the title.

After succeeding, Jin Ling whistled softly, and Miaoxiang, Lu Liangren, and Ruan Mianmian entered from outside, quietly closing the door to the Sutra of the World.

Ji Jida glanced at the clock. It was already eleven at night. He yawned, preparing to turn out the light and sleep, when, strangely, Lord Hong Junshao came upstairs.

When it came to puppets and mechanisms, Lu Liangren was a genius. In no time, he found the trigger—there was a brief flash of light above the counter, and he turned off the defensive formation.

The entire process played out before Lin Hongfei's eyes as if in slow motion, vivid and cinematic.

These Celestial Warriors had all been carefully selected by Lin Feng; each was an outstanding elite of the heavens, far surpassing human cultivators at the Dharma Aspect stage. Lin Feng intended them as the vanguard—cannon fodder—for the day when the myriad races of the heavens would descend.

This was entirely possible! Nowadays, even in the martial world, "human skin masks" were in fashion—supposedly durable enough to last fifty years. What was so strange about Black Eyes having four different faces?

Lin Tian was no stranger to his grandaunt Ling Yuxiu's home, and so he easily found his way there.

And that was all right—he wouldn't be worked half to death, and it seemed reliable enough. More importantly, it didn't prevent him from looking further ahead, keeping an eye on the imperial court.

Hovering in midair, his domain expanded, and after a burst of golden light, a massive golden Dharma Aspect, more than ten meters tall, appeared behind him. It mirrored his every movement precisely.

The Blood Demon, on the other hand, was a youth whose entire body was crimson as blood, able to transform into liquid and reconstitute himself even after being torn to shreds. Not only was he fiercely aggressive, but he also possessed formidable control, able to envelop opponents in his blood form.

This was why, back then, the Three Brilliants of Liangzhou could achieve such great feats against the Qiang people—because if they survived the initial assault, pursuing the enemy for hundreds of miles or accepting the surrender of tens of thousands became almost effortless.

On the surface, he still wore a look of anxious deference, saying, "I wouldn't dare, Mother. I only came to ask your advice—should we sit here and await our doom, or should we rise and fight?" He subtly used the word "we." Unconsciously, Cheng Yu had already bound E Cangshi's fate to his own.