Chapter 6

"Indeed."

Hearing Song Yu's reply, the fur shop owner clad in a heavy cloak finally looked at her properly. This little girl had some tricks up her sleeve.

Regardless of whether she had killed it herself or if it was the dog she raised that did the deed, this little girl could not be underestimated.

The smile on Song Yu's face remained unchanged. Their little Black was simply that formidable!

"Since you killed that black bear, you can take its pelt to Springberry Town to claim the bounty."

"That black bear had been entrenched in this region for a long time..."

At this moment, the Master of the Tongtian Cult was in deep seclusion within the Demon Palace. Hearing the commotion outside the cavern, his figure instantly flickered, transforming into a streak of silver light that flashed to the exterior of the grotto.

With these words, the giant turtle approached one of them. Seeing the man trembling with fear, not even daring to look him in the eye, the giant turtle was immensely pleased. He widened his mouth and swallowed the man whole into his belly.

"Forget it, I have a headache. I'm a biologist, not a computer scientist; just tell me what you want me to do, brother," Taisui complained, feeling dizzy from listening.

This system of New Brasilia had gradually taken shape over the past few decades. There had once been so-called ambitious visionaries who attempted to seize control of the entire town, but it eventually evolved into the current layout. An external factor played a crucial role in this formation process—the negotiator.

In the eyes of demons, beings in the prime material plane were inferior creatures, and those who worshipped deities were even more detestable and loathsome lower life forms.

Naturally, among this group of three to five individuals were Lord Laozi, Goddess Doumu, Emperor Taishan, and other ancient gods.

Not only that, his legs turned to jelly, and the sudden weight in his crotch caused him to involuntarily sit backward. His fingers, instantly contracting due to the sudden pain, unfortunately pulled the trigger, emptying the magazine while blowing the head of his previously unscathed teammate next to him into something resembling white tofu mixed with watermelon juice—a mottled mess of red and white.

Had this suit of armor not been too bulky and genuinely unsuited for combat in relatively narrow underground tunnels, aside from Lin Hong's accidental infrasound attack, everyone including Duan Tianxing would likely have been entirely helpless against something whose defensive capabilities rivaled or even surpassed Wang Ping's.

He summoned his courage and stepped forward, coming to a halt before Baku. On Baku's wrinkle-lined face, a peculiar and eerie smile suddenly appeared. This smile sent a fresh chill down Yuan Zhenxia's spine, causing his body to tremble involuntarily.

With a piercing, heaven-shaking phoenix cry—crack! Ashes scattered as a pristine, robust hand emerged from the charred remains. Following this, a completely naked man stood up with a roar. His muscles bulged, and the lifelike phoenix tattoo, poised as if to spread its wings and fly, still adorned his body—rugged and captivating.

How could Su Yi possibly withstand such a blow from Lin Xiao? He was directly flipped over, and his body struggled to cope, especially as the force collided with him, producing a heavy, dull crash.

Sure enough, upon hearing Kunyeta's words, Apophis's heart sank. The next instant, Kunyeta had already materialized behind Apophis, lightning-fast, extending his right hand—long concealed beneath heavy robes—which turned out to be a dragon claw radiating a dark, ominous halo.

"The Glacial Sword?" Those Sect Masters of the Nascent Soul stage all frowned, clearly disbelieving that one of the legendary Eight Divine Swords would appear here.

"If we had to compare, it's probably around the Fifth Ring. If they found out about this rate of progression, it would probably frighten quite a a few demon hunters," Yang Chong smiled, his gaze shifting restlessly as he caught the sound of increasingly chaotic footsteps all around.

One of them had a slightly darker complexion yet was solidly built. Upon closer inspection, one would notice a striking resemblance between this person and Zhou Tao.

Although Hou Batian was nervous at this moment, excitement predominated. He had waited for such a day for far too long.