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Chapter 968 An Unprecedented Crisis

A huge black building was reflected in Luo Bingxin's pupils.

This enormous building has a crooked and somewhat strange shape. It is tightly wrapped in black sequins that resemble glass, so that nothing inside can be seen from the outside, which makes the building extremely mysterious.

Having been a member of the Dark Empire for thousands of years, Luo Bingxin longed to enter this database and see what was inside. She had so much she wanted to prove.

At this moment, Trembling is cheering on the contestants he has chosen.

As he was talking, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

A sudden chill ran down their spines, and the once composed assassins now displayed incongruously tense and fearful expressions.

His vivid encouragement not only failed to inspire these guys, but also instilled a sense of fear in them.

While puzzled, Zhan Li followed the gaze of the group of people he had gathered, and what he saw shocked him.

The people standing behind me weren't people at all.

Even without sensing the powerful aura they exude, their dilapidated bodies alone are enough to identify them.

At first glance, even the self-proclaimed invincible Zhan Li couldn't help but feel a little scared.

He kept saying he would kill the four Corpse Kings, but when the four Corpse Kings actually stood in front of him, he couldn't help but feel fear.

"Hey, kid, not bad. I've lived in this world for so many years and this is the first time I've heard of someone trying to kill us. You're pretty good, kid. You've got courage, but I don't know how strong you are."

"Whatever, whatever. Anyway, you look pretty strong, so just come at me. I, Ying Gou, will play with you."

The group of high-ranking gods behind him, seeing the icy mist emanating from Ying Gou's mouth, instinctively took a few steps back. Even though the chill didn't touch them, they still felt a chill in their hearts and were filled with fear.

After speaking, Ying Gou beckoned to Zhan Li with his finger.

Bang bang bang!
how come!
A shiver ran through me, and I couldn't help but cry out in my heart:
Ying Gou hadn't done anything, hadn't even released his divine power to oppress him, so why was his body trembling and shaking?

What should I do? Should I take action directly, or turn around and run?

If he turned and ran, he would have a good chance of surviving. He could run to the higher plane, to the territory of the gods, hide his aura, and spend some time safely in the higher plane. Even if Ying Gou chased him to the higher plane, there would be powerful gods to deal with the four corpse kings.

On second thought, he realized that he was the top henchman of the Dark Rising Organization. During the war in the Desire Realm, many high-ranking gods had fallen at his hands. It would be strange if the people of the Gods' camp let him go.

However, if he doesn't run and launches an attack directly, the chance of surviving after enduring Ying Gou's attack is probably no more than 30%.

Given such a slim chance of victory, should we continue the attack? Is it really worth risking our lives for the sake of saving face?

Before Zhanli could make a decision, three powerful auras landed beside him.

"Sigh, as expected, we hesitated too much when making the decision. We should have just left decisively."

Gongshu stroked his beard, his face solemn.

"This guy is simple-minded and thinks everything is too easy. If these four Corpse Kings were so easy to deal with, why didn't the Immortal King just eliminate them back then? Why would it be your turn to tremble?"

In the hands of the Diviner, a crystal ball, sparkling with various colors, quietly appeared, its surface swirling with immense divine power. Even though he was a strategist for the Dark Rising Organization, the Diviner showed no sign of retreat when facing the four Corpse Kings.

"Opportunity knocks but once. The moment I received this news, I cast a divination, and the result was terrible."

"At this point, we have no choice but to stop these four guys from advancing."

The old woman snorted coldly, and her immense divine power began to surge forth.

Nourished by divine power, the withered skin on the Dragon Granny's body became supple and even revealed faint dragon scales.

Clearly, Luang Phor has returned to his peak condition, and his fighting power is self-evident.

Even after years of working in personnel mobilization, Luang Phor showed no sign of backing down. Her eyes, burning with fighting spirit, seemed to say that she wanted to test whether her fists still had the power they had in all these years since she last fought.

Seeing the aura emanating from the three strategists who were at the same level as themselves, the four combatants—Trembling, Breaking Formation, Blood Dance, and Sky Hunter—regained their confidence.

A greatsword gleaming with silver light silently hovered behind the God of the Sky, its ultimate sword intent and sharp divine power intertwined, enveloping the God of the Sky.

In the eyes of the four Corpse Kings, the sword floating behind him was insignificant. At this moment, the God of the Sky himself was the sharpest sword.

A giant blood bead emitted an eerie red light, staining the surrounding space with a strange atmosphere, containing powerful chaotic laws.

Although it was the first time the Four Corpse Kings had seen the Blood Dance God and they did not know the effects of his moves, they could roughly guess that the blood beads behind the Blood Dance God could not cause much damage, but once touched by those blood beads, it would be quite troublesome.

In the hands of the God of Breaking the Formation, a hammer with exquisite relief carvings was already held horizontally in front of his chest.

Black mist occasionally emanated from the grooves of the hammer.

The moment the black mist came into contact with the air, it caused a brief collapse of space. This sight made the other top-tier combatants of Anxing gasp inwardly.

Po Zhen, this guy actually has such terrifying strength?

This strange hammer in his hand was the first time I'd ever seen him take it out in all the years I'd known him.

Trembling was also encouraged.

As the strongest fighter in the Dark Rising organization, even if he is not smart or has a weak will, his strength cannot be denied.

The once cloudless sky above headquarters began to gather dark clouds as Trembling activated his divine power.

Within the thick layer of dark clouds, giant blue lightning pythons would occasionally peek out, casting a faint blue hue over the entire Dark Rising headquarters with their not-so-dazzling lightning.

"I never thought I'd have to admit that I'm all brawn and no brains."

"Grandma Long, Old Man Gongshu, and the Diviner, I tremble and admit that I was wrong. I admit that I underestimated the Four Corpse Kings. I apologize for my previous arrogant words. Please don't take my ignorant remarks to heart."

What kind of person is Zhanli? Do you think the three of them don't know? They've worked together for so many years, they've seen through his blind self-confidence long ago, so why would they take Zhanli's words at the meeting seriously?

(End of this chapter)