Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 708 A Declaration of War to the Demon Team
Devil's team.

Beneath the large sphere of light, the clone of Chu Xuan was fiddling with a device resembling an old-fashioned telephone.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes held a rare curiosity.

The clone Zheng Zha crossed his arms and said coldly, "Chu Xuan, what do you mean?"

Why did we call everyone out?

"We don't have that kind of time; the final battle is about to begin."

Clones of Zhao Zhuikong, Tom, Neos, Ming Yanwei, Haotian, Luo Gandao...

Everyone's expression was different; some longed for revenge, some were worried, and some were indifferent.

Chu Xuan looked at his teammates, pushed up his glasses, and said coldly, "The Zhongzhou team sent us a letter."

"I think you should all know about this."

Silence fell instantly upon hearing this.

The clone Zheng Zha's face was icy cold, and his anger was growing stronger.

The scar began to wriggle like an earthworm.

“I’d like to know what message they sent us,” the clone of Tinios said with a smile, sitting to the side.

He had an eye between his eyebrows, which was looking at the old-fashioned telephone placed in the middle.

But in an instant, as if stung by something, the eye between his eyebrows closed abruptly, and a trickle of blood flowed down.

Niels was pale, but he bit his lip and didn't make a sound.

Faced with the mocking smiles of his teammates, Niels elegantly took out a handkerchief to wipe away the bloodstains, then picked up the chocolate coffee cup beside him and took a sip.

"What a powerful countermeasure."

Tom, sitting opposite him, sneered: "You think that just because you've enhanced your A-level Three-Eyed Clan bloodline, you can freely spy on things you shouldn't be spying on?"

"Was it a device sent by Chu Xuan himself?" Haotian asked casually.

"He's really amazing that he could bypass the restrictions of the main god."

“Chu Xuan.” Niels’s expression stiffened slightly.

Since his resurrection, he has met Chu Xuan, the top sage of the Main God Space.

After several failed challenges, Neos had to admit that his intelligence was slightly inferior to Chu Xuan's.

But it seems that it was his desperate revival plan that allowed the Demons to turn the tide.

Therefore, the clone Zheng Zha took extra care of him, which made him feel less uncomfortable in the Demon Team, a place where the strong were respected.

"What is the Zhongzhou team up to?" Luo Gandao said with a gloomy expression.

"Hmph, what else could it be?" Zheng Zha said with a sneer.

"It's nothing more than content mocking us."

“They dare to do that.” Luo Gandao hovered in mid-air, arms crossed, his face indifferent.

"Luo Gandao, stop talking big." Haotian, sitting in the corner, looked pained.

"You haven't seen them."

"After you've met them, you'll know that the rumors about the Zhongzhou team aren't unfounded."

"They are ridiculously strong."

"I've seen it."

Luo Gandao snorted: "Are you scared out of your wits?"

"You have no idea what level of world they've experienced!" Haotian said, covering his face.

"You have no idea what a terrifying enemy they were facing!"

As a member of the Central Plains orthodox lineage within the Demon Realm, Haotian was the last reincarnator to be copied into the Demon Realm from the Central Plains team.

His memory is stuck in the world of Final Destination.

The Zhongzhou team exposed the true identity of the main body at the beginning, and the main body was powerless to resist and was even recorded in a shameful video.

Haotian couldn't help but feel sorrow for his true form.

"A meteorite destroys the world, and an undead vengeful ghost emerges," Haotian murmured.

“You’re just a newcomer!” Logan mocked. “Even Arot is a terrifying god in your presence!”

Huddled in the corner, Arot, who was furthest from Zhao Zhuikong, put on a fawning smile.

Since he and Zhao Zhuikong were resurrected at the same time, he has never been as arrogant as before.

The reason is simple: in the real world, he has been traumatized by Zhao Zhuikong.

Zhao Zhuikong is now a fourth-tier powerhouse whom he can only look up to.

He had no choice but to keep a low profile.

"Alright, stop arguing." Zheng Zha interrupted everyone's bickering.

"The Zhongzhou team is very strong, we have to admit it!"

"But the last time we lost to them, it wasn't just a simple difference in strength!"

He glared fiercely at Chu Xuan.

In Resident Evil 2, the Devil Team's crushing defeat to the Central State Team was largely due to the clone Chu Xuan!

“But judging from our personnel, the Zhongzhou team is undoubtedly a top-tier team,” Neos said.

Chu Xuan, Ming Yanwei, Zhu Wen, Hao Tian, ​​and the captain of the Demon Team—

A fourth-order high-level clone of Zheng Zha!
Of the dozen or so people, half were from the Zhongzhou team.

All of the main players at the third rank and above came from the Zhongzhou team.

Are Luo Gandao and Zhao Zhuikong, who are not currently with the Zhongzhou team, still on the team?

Are all the people of Zhongzhou monsters?!
Chu Xuan picked up the telephone.

Suddenly the old-fashioned dial on the telephone started spinning wildly, as if it had automatically dialed a number.

"What's the principle behind this?" Neos asked curiously.

"The principle of interdimensional communication may utilize related rune technology," Chu Xuan said thoughtfully, adjusting his glasses.

"It seems that the Central Plains team did indeed inherit the legacy of the cultivators?"

"Their mastery of runes is far more profound than ours."

Neos rubbed his eyes. After enhancing his Three-Eyed Clan bloodline, he possessed a high level of computational ability.

He has also gained a certain foundation in rune analysis and can be considered a proper cultivator.

Even though Zheng Zha devoted himself to nurturing him, he is only at the Golden Core stage now.

He didn't even have a good grasp of the structure and number of runes.

Simply put, it's too mentally taxing.

"Can you tell how strong Zhengti is? Could he have also embarked on the path of cultivation?" Neos asked curiously.

"I don't know, but he has at least mastered a fairly advanced level of rune technology," Chu Xuan said.

"Because this device was not redeemed in the Main God Space."

"So, he made this."

Chu Xuan sighed as he looked at everyone's bewildered expressions.

"To use a more appropriate analogy, let's set aside strength for now."

"But my other half's rune technique should have reached the level of the most advanced cultivators—"

"The level of long eyebrows."

"Even stronger!"

Everyone gasped.

What kind of strength does Long Eyebrow possess?

That was a legendary immortal.

Chu Xuan actually possesses the rune-writing skills of an immortal.

Just then, a figure appeared, both real and illusory, as if a holographic projection was connecting.

"I thought it was a voice message, but it turned out to be a projection."

Tom asked curiously, "Then why make it into a telephone?"

"I imagine you're wondering, why make it into a telephone?"

The familiar voice, like a jade chime, rippled through the main god space.

Including Haotian, Arot, Zheng Zha, and Tom all froze abruptly.

Zhao Zhuikong's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands, which had been lazily resting on his knees, clenched tightly.

In the void, a figure slowly solidified.

He was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, the hem of which fluttered without wind, the edges shimmering with a faint golden light, truly making him appear like an immortal.

The divine light emitted from the third eye between their brows seemed to penetrate the barriers of endless planes, landing directly deep within their souls.

Niels only stared at the divine light for half a second before feeling a violent tremor in his soul, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Even more terrifying was that behind him, a golden-red sun was slowly rising, its flames surging like molten gold, yet without causing any burning pain. Instead, it exuded a majestic heavenly power, dyeing the surrounding void golden-red.

"Long time no see, clones of the Demon Squad?" He said calmly, his three-eyed gaze sweeping lightly over the crowd, his tone as calm as if he were greeting an acquaintance.

"..." Almost everyone was intimidated by his imposing presence.

Zhao Zhuikong was the first to break through. He suddenly sprang up from his seat, and his crimson aura exploded instantly, like a blooming Asura flower. The chair turned to dust the moment he stood up.

Those usually playful peach blossom eyes were now bloodshot, revealing a fierce glint, and their aura surged like a tsunami, even causing the space around them to distort slightly.

"It really was you!!!"

"Zhuang! Bo! Shi!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if squeezing each word out from between his teeth, each word carrying a deep-seated hatred.

In Resident Evil 2, he was clearly stronger and had the upper hand.

But this bastard harassed him with words, provoked him with Sakura, and finally even tricked him with a fake body!

He was never convinced!
"sit down!"

Zheng Zha's cold snort suddenly rang out, not loud, but with the force of a landslide and tsunami.

Black flames erupted from his body, instantly overshadowing Zhao Zhuikong's ferocity.

The flames, like a black hole, forcefully suppressed Zhao Zhuikong's rising aura, forcing him to stagger back half a step, his chest heaving with blood and qi.

Zhao Zhuikong's face turned pale and then red, staring intently at Zheng Zha, the fierce light in his eyes almost tangible, but in the end he didn't dare to move again.

Finally, he turned his head away dejectedly, sat heavily back in the other chair behind him, crossed his arms, and silently ground his knuckles together, venting his resentful anger.

Haotian's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze shifting between the golden-red sun behind the figure and the divine light between his brows. He murmured, "The captain of the Central Continent team."

"Even though it was just a virtual projection, rune technology was used to record his state."

"An aura that almost solidified into reality!"

"Tsk tsk, Zhongzhou team, are you showing off your hidden strength?"

"This is a show of force to us."

Zhuang Boshi's projection calmly said, "Zhao Zhuikong, you should have been resurrected by now."

He paused, his tone devoid of any emotion, as if stating a trivial fact: "But it doesn't matter, you're going to die sooner or later anyway."

"boom!"

The crimson energy around Zhao Zhuikong exploded instantly, like a powder keg being ignited.

The anger that Zheng Zha had finally managed to suppress surged through his veins and rushed to the top of his head. He slammed his fist on the second chair, his killing intent rising as if it were a tangible force, freezing the surrounding air with its ferocity.

Several of the weaker demon team members turned pale and instinctively retreated, barely able to breathe.

"You despicable scoundrel!!" His pupils were so bloodshot they seemed to be dripping blood.

"You got away with it last time, but this time I'll grind you to dust!"

"Don't scold me, because I can't hear you." Zhuang Boshi's projection remained calm, with even a faint smile on his lips.

These words were like a red-hot needle, precisely piercing Zhao Zhuikong's most sensitive nerve.

“Ahhhh——!!”

He went completely mad, his silver dagger piercing through the air, aiming fiercely at the projection, only to pass through a void of light and shadow.

A frenzied power surged within him, and even Zheng Zha could sense the destructive urge within him that was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Out-of-control fourth order!
"Behave yourself!"

Zheng Zha gave a low shout, and a large hand pressed firmly on Zhao Zhuikong's shoulder.

It was like a mountain pressing down, forcefully pinning Zhao Zhuikong to his spot.

Zheng Zha's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "If you go crazy again, I'll kill you right now."

Zhao Zhuikong clenched his teeth so hard they rattled, his knuckles turned white, and his fingernails almost dug into his flesh.

The humiliation of being suppressed by Zheng Zha, coupled with Zhuang Boshi's nonchalant demeanor, caused the crimson in his eyes to spread completely, even staining his irises blood red.

"That's why you'll never overcome your inner demons!" Zheng Zha roared at him, furious at his lack of self-control, almost whispering in his ear.

"You think that being resurrected once will change anything?"

"How long do you plan to hold out against him in this situation?"

Five minutes? Or one minute?

"In the end, he still trampled her underfoot like a dead dog!"

"What a joke?!" Zhao Zhuikong suddenly turned his head, his scarlet eyes staring intently at Zheng Zha.

"He was the one I trampled under my feet like a dead dog!"

"He used despicable means to frame me!"

"He's a despicable person!!"

"calm."

Chu Xuan's voice suddenly rang out, flat and without any ripples, yet it was like a bucket of cold water poured into a boiling oil pan.

He pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light, and his gaze fell on Zhao Zhuikong, filled with undisguised indifference: "Zhao Zhuikong, what you need now is calm, not to bark helplessly like a stray dog ​​with its spine broken."

"This is just a video."

He paused, then stated in a flat tone: "He can't hear or see."

"Your anger is nothing to him, nothing to him but air."

"If you want revenge, you must overcome your inner demons."

Zhao Zhuikong's body stiffened abruptly. He stared intently at Zhuang Boshi's half-smiling projection, his figure in a wide-brimmed Taoist robe appearing particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the golden-red sun.

He stopped roaring, his chest heaving violently, each breath carrying a suppressed ferocity, like a ferocious beast chained up, silently accumulating even more frenzied power.

"This is the simplest provocation."

"If you can't even accept this, then we don't need to challenge the Zhongzhou team anymore."

"Remember who we are now."

Chu Xuan turned to look at Zheng Zha: "We are the challengers."

Zheng Zha snorted coldly and did not refute.

In his philosophy, winning is winning, and losing is losing!
Although they appeared to be stronger last time, their performance on the field and their strategic planning were inferior to those of the Zhongzhou team.

As a result, they were almost wiped out.

"This guy seems to have gotten stronger again." Zheng Zha looked at the projection.

"According to intelligence obtained from other reincarnation teams, they have officially defeated the Celestial Team." Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses.

"And it was Adam who was about to be sainted."

"I wonder what kind of luck Adam had to receive such a great gift from the saint's treasure," Zheng Zha sneered.

"They're groveling before us, yet they dare to bare their teeth at the Zhongzhou team."

"Tsk tsk, I really don't know whether to praise him for being bold or arrogant."

Chu Xuan said, "Every gift has a price marked in destiny."

"Adam has reached the dead end."

He pointed to the virtual projection.

“The Zhongzhou team is not like that.”

"Their strength is far greater than we imagined."

“Especially him, the captain of the Central Plains team.”

"Very strong."

Zhuang Boshi's projection spoke again: "Chu Xuan, I think you should be analyzing my strength now."

He paused, then suddenly laughed. The laughter wasn't loud, but it carried a piercing mockery.

"Haha, no need for analysis, I'll just tell you directly."

Upon hearing this, even the clone Chu Xuan's expression darkened slightly.

His pupils narrowed slightly behind his glasses, and his fingertips tapped unconsciously on his knee—a blatant provocation, a direct contempt for his prized analytical abilities.

Neos leaned back in his chair, his legs, which had been swinging slightly, paused for a moment, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

He glanced at Chu Xuan's slightly tense chin.

I never expected that Chu Xuan would have a situation where someone would shut you down.

No one on the Demons team dares to mess with you, but the Central Plains team won't tolerate it.

"My gene lock level is Tier 4 High".

Zhuang Boshi's voice was calm and even, yet it struck everyone like a thunderbolt.

Zheng Zha's pupils suddenly contracted. He clearly remembered that when Zhuang Boshi faced him, he hadn't even stepped into the fourth tier.

The Demon Team's time flow is faster than the Central Continent Team's, and the clone's breakthrough to the fourth tier has only been a short time.

But Zhuang Boshi... has already reached the fourth tier without the Zhongzhou team having experienced many worlds?
This growth rate is simply unbelievable!
Zhuang Boshi's projection said to itself, "That's right."

He abruptly changed the subject, his Taoist robe sleeves fluttering slightly, exuding a calm and dignified air: "As for orthodox cultivation, I've barely managed to advance—"

"The period of transcending tribulation."

As the three words fell, the void seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The clone Chu Xuan abruptly stopped tapping his knee with his fingers. He slowly raised his head, and for the first time, his gaze behind his glasses carried an undisguised solemnity.

This is beyond the worst-case scenario he had anticipated!
The clone Zheng Zha paused for half a second, his mind flashing with records from the Shu Mountain world.

The Tribulation Transcending Stage is a realm where one's soul is tempered by heavenly tribulation lightning, and the physical body resonates with the Great Dao. It is the critical point between mortals and immortals.

With a mere gesture, one can influence celestial phenomena; destroying the world is but a trivial matter.

Equivalent to a vertex of the fourth order!
(End of this chapter)