Chapter 135: The Land Beyond the Mountains

Vider followed the Dragonman on a brief tour of the cliffside harbor, which was under his primary supervision. The engineering work was largely on track, requiring no further intervention from the golems.

Provisions for the winter, including food and fuel, were plentiful. Over the past month, the Dragonmen had used reindeer sleds to clear out the warehouses belonging to various factions, stockpiling all the grain seized from the outlaws. There was enough flour and wheat to sustain thousands for a year or two, and as for the Rat-kin and Cat-folk…

Xiangxue nodded; Wuchiu’s words were indeed true. Having always harbored a desire to join a major sect, she had paid close attention to such information.

The voice, resonant as a tolling bell, carried a sense of heroic, hearty joy that rippled through the wind and vanished into the distant firmament.

The Land of Nightmares—Meng Feng now understood the distinction between low, medium, and high-level cities. So, there were hierarchies of influence here as well?

"My lord, shall we continue the march?" Wu Feng, listening to Xiao Tian’ao’s report, knew the Demon Army was drawing closer. He feared that by the time reinforcements arrived, they would already be locked in battle with the enemy.

"Second Aunt, Lu Jun." The two faces beamed with joy. With only one spot left, Tang Niu’s eyes widened. "Li Hu!" As the final name was called, Li Hu stood stunned, likely unable to believe that he had been chosen this time.

Both were highly efficient, and in no time, they stood before the door to Zu Honglin’s hospital room. It remained slightly ajar, creating a wide gap as if waiting for someone. Faint sounds of conversation drifted from within—it was the father and son.

After finishing a cup of tea, the three had exchanged some idle chatter. With the final drop drained, Judy felt no need to beat around the bush and took the initiative to discuss the matter at hand.

Gu Xiangning rolled her eyes instantly. This student never forgot to be arrogant; his single sentence had completely shattered the charm he had just exuded, proving colder than the wind outside the carriage.

In fact, it was not just Su Jin; the other five elders on the Circular Mound Altar were also performing exceptionally well.

Although he had come to the Demon Border to seek answers, he was determined to do his utmost in the struggle against the demons. After all, beyond the Demon Border lay the continent. If this place fell, the continent would be ravaged by the demon race.

Just then, the Spirit Master Legion from the Imperial Palace arrived upon hearing the news. After receiving a brief report from the elders, they immediately relayed the information back to the palace.

"Who would have thought that the death of a captain would bring a master here? And even more unexpected... we miscalculated. That Shen’ao Zhanying actually managed to summon a master. Fortunately, it wasn’t the Venerable Shen’ao; otherwise, the three of us would have had almost no chance of resisting a master from Shen’ao along with his large retinue."

"Brother Tong, are you... are you alone? Is it just you?" Hao Baishi asked with a hint of unease, his tone sounding somewhat off.

"What... what does that mean?" Baozi had always been clever, but the events of this night were far too shocking and bloody for someone who had lived such a sheltered life, to the point where the impact had stripped him of his basic judgment.

Qiuhong did not speak; she lowered her head to secretly wipe away her tears, then offered Mu Yu a smile.

This impressionist painting was truly no ordinary piece. It depicted a multitude of figures, creating a sense of density and crowding. The surging heads and vibrant, leaping dabs of color rendered a lively, bustling scene, leaving a powerful impression of joy and celebration.

"Yes." Sun Ce did not know what had come over him. Despite being a noble of royal descent, he found himself unable to muster even a shred of presence before the Ninth Prince’s formidable aura.

"Elder Lie, look..." In this moment of crisis, Nangong Lei had no choice but to pin his hopes on Nangong Lie, who was well-versed in the affairs of the Blood Demon Heavenly Wolf Sect.

His words left Liu Miao’er in a daze. No wonder those disciples of the White Sheep Sect had remained unshaken even after being slaughtered so brutally; they only scattered like beasts once the great formation was completely shattered.