One skill point per second, I turn fireballs into forbidden spells.

Chapter 1118 Walking on Thin Ice
The name "Trembling" is quite famous within the Dark Rising organization; after all, it represents the organization's flagship combat force.

The Eastern War God is quite famous in the Gods' camp. He has participated in many battles, big and small. The two must know each other well. However, when Zhan Li saw the Eastern War God leading people to stand in front of the Four Corpse Kings and help them resist An Xing's attack, Zhan Li felt somewhat incredulous.

"Eastern War God, you're not even pretending anymore, are you? The gods claim to be the maintainers of justice and order in the Three Realms and Six Paths, yet you've labeled us as rebellious traitors, putting on the hat of maintaining peace. What, the will of the Three Realms and Six Paths asked you to help destroy those four evil spirits, and you not only refuse to help, but you also intend to obstruct us?"

"Are you guys just giving up completely?"

Trembling isn't the type of guy who's good at talking; his remarks aren't particularly aggressive.

The gods have ruled the Three Realms and Six Paths for so many years, and they have done countless things by bullying the weak. I don't know how many times I've heard such questions.

At first, the gods cared a lot about public opinion.

As time goes by, evaluations become irrelevant. In this world where strength reigns supreme, empty fame is nowhere near as practical as tangible benefits.

By incurring some infamy, we can minimize the loss of our strength and allow as many divine weapons as possible to survive. Isn't that a worthwhile trade?

The elite troops brought by the Eastern War God quickly and efficiently rescued the four trapped Corpse Kings.

"Let's go, Miss. It seems we've all been playing dumb. Since the Celestial King has sent someone to assist us, there's no need for us to continue hiding. If we arrive late, it will only make people think..."

The situation at this moment is, to put it mildly, chaotic. Tens of thousands of people from various factions are fighting together. The roars and shouts on the battlefield never stop, and all kinds of skills are intertwined in a dazzling display.

However, it wasn't entirely chaotic. What appeared to be a complex interplay of various forces was actually just the second large-scale clash between the gods and the Dark Rise.

Seeing the four Corpse Kings rescued, the elites of the Gods' camp naturally stood beside them, even though the two sides had never met before.

"I didn't expect that the Immortal King had been in control of the situation from beginning to end. It seems that after this battle, no, before this battle is even over, we should start thinking about our escape route."

Since the Immortal King knew about the relationship between the Four Corpse Kings and Luo Bingxin, it meant that the Immortal King's decision to have Luo Bingxin rejoin the ranks of the gods and help her clear her name was most likely for the sake of today's battle. Once today's battle was over and the Four Corpse Kings, including Hanba, were eliminated or sealed, what value would Luo Bingxin, with her strength, still have to the ranks of the gods?

If she loses her value, what will become of her, who once betrayed the Celestial King?

"Alas, that hypocritical fellow is no less despicable than he was ten thousand years ago; in fact, he's even more so. His actions have rendered our master's nearly ten thousand years of planning utterly worthless."

Old Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

Ten thousand years ago, Yinglong understood the principle of "when the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked; when the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away."

He knew very well that he was just a lackey, a good bow, which is why he used his own bloodline as the key to unlocking the seal when sealing the four Corpse Kings, leaving his descendants a chance to turn the tables.

But who could have imagined that the Immortal King was so cunning? Standing at the pinnacle of the Three Realms and Six Paths, he was not blind to the secrets hidden beneath the gloom; on the contrary, he had already grasped everything clearly.

As they spoke, Luo Bingxin and the other person arrived beside the Eastern War God.

"We are extremely grateful that the God of War from the East could appear to support us at this critical moment."

Luo Bingxin knew perfectly well that after this battle ended successfully, the two sides would most likely turn against each other and begin a new round of fighting. But now they were in the same boat, and if they were going to put on an act, they had to do it to the very end.

“Miss Luo Bingxin, you’re being too polite. We’re family, aren’t we? You’ve encountered difficulties while on a mission, so it’s only right that we help you. As gods, shouldn’t we help each other?”

I thought this charade, which everyone knew was going to play out, was about to end, but unexpectedly, the God of War from the East uttered some unromantic words.

"By the way, Miss Luo, what mission are you here for? I don't think you were assigned any missions. It seems you've recruited all four Corpse Kings to your side. Last time, Dark Xing's headquarters was destroyed. If I'm not mistaken, it was your doing with the four Corpse Kings."

"You have rendered such a great service to our gods, Miss Luo. Why are you so low-key? If it weren't for you leading the four Corpse Kings to cause trouble at Dark Rising's headquarters, Dark Rising would probably still be occupying the Desire Realm and standing up to us."

Upon hearing these words, Luo Bingxin's brows furrowed.

That pretty face, which was already cold and aloof, became even more sinister.

She knew very well that while the Eastern War God seemed to be affirming her actions and portraying her actions as an unparalleled achievement, he was actually subtly mocking her.

Because Luo Bingxin, despite being a traitor, shamelessly returned to the camp of the gods.

The last sentence, in particular, "What are we here for?", was extremely offensive, especially since there was no mission involved.

If you're going to play dumb, at least do it reasonably. This blatant sarcasm is just too much of a mood killer.

Just as Luo Bingxin was about to confront the Eastern War God, Lao Xuan grabbed her hand.

“Miss, it’s not time to tear off the mask yet. We don’t need to bother with this guy. Let him be. Without their help, the four Corpse Kings won’t be able to escape so easily. We don’t have the leisure to discuss our escape route here.”

Old Xuan's words were like a fever reducer, immediately calming Luo Bingxin's fiery temper and making her start to think about her situation.

The Dark Rising Organization, this former home, is gone forever.

Those teammates who once fought side by side and were inseparable now have an incredibly strong desire to kill Luo Bingxin.

The same applies to the Celestial King's side.

The reason we haven't completely fallen out yet is simply because Luo Bingxin still has some value.

Thinking about the predicament she would face after this battle, Luo Bingxin had no choice but to calm down.

"It's all just luck."

The Eastern War God's gaze was full of frivolity and disdain, even a hint of lechery. This look disgusted Luo Bingxin to the extreme. But no matter how disgusted she felt, in order to pave the way ahead, Luo Bingxin could only suppress her displeasure and treat the Eastern War God with the most polite attitude she could.

"I never expected to have such an opportunity. As for why I came here, I just want to find some resources on this planet that can enhance my bloodline strength."

(End of this chapter)