What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

A fierce wind howled as six massive Thornfeather Clan members, like six heavy bombers, folded their wide, thick bone wings and slammed heavily onto the charred black rocks at the bottom of Soul-Severing Cliff.

The Abyss Messenger stood on a protruding boulder, his wide black robes billowing in the fierce wind.

He strained to straighten his withered back, and in his empty eye sockets, eerie green flames flickered steadily.

Looking at the six ferocious Thorn Feather Clan members before him, the Abyss Messenger finally felt relieved.

"Why did you take so long to get here?"

The Abyss Messenger raised his chin, his withered lips moving up and down, uttering a hoarse voice tinged with reproach.

"Was something holding you up?"

However, these thorny feathered tribesmen did not humbly prostrate themselves as they had done when they first met him; instead, they stood quietly in place.

"Huh?"

A clear male voice, filled with deep doubt, came out of nowhere from the back of the largest Thornfeather Clan member.

Now it was Liu Bo and the others' turn to be dumbfounded.

Liu Bo rode on the neck of the Thorn Feather Clan member, sticking out half his head to look down at the scene ahead.

On a giant rock not far away stood a monster draped in a black robe, emaciated and with a face as withered as a dried walnut, holding a bone stick that even a dog would shake its head at.

At the monster's feet lay several alien royals, trembling like leaves.

"What's going on?"

Liu Bo muttered something.

He braced himself against the spine of the Thorn Feather Clan with both hands, straddled them, and used the thick, tough membrane between the Thorn Feather Clan's wing bones as a slide.

"Slurp—"

Liu Bo slid down the slanted bone wings and landed on the ground with exceptional smoothness.

He landed firmly on his feet, dusted off his hands, looked up at the Abyss Messenger in front of him, and then turned to look at the group of Flying Realm royals prostrate on the ground beside him.

"Tsk."

Liu Bo frowned.

"Looks like we need to speed things up."

Liu Bo turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Luo Yurou, Rong Jing and the others who had just jumped off the backs of the other Thorn Feather Clan members.

"This A-grade area is truly a blessed place. Look, the number of suppliers for the shop owner's figurine shop is increasing!"

at the same time.

As the humans jumped off the Thornfeather Clan one after another like dumplings being dropped into a pot, the ghostly green flames in the Abyss Messenger's eyes nearly went out with a "poof".

His withered fingers, gripping the bone cane, trembled violently.

My brain went blank for a moment.

Are there humans here?

Well, although this is an A-level core area, it's normal to occasionally see human martial artists.

Are there Thorn Feather tribe members here?

That's even more normal; they came here after receiving their own summons.

but……

What's going on with you two getting together?!

The Abyss Messenger stiffly turned its neck, its gaze fixed on the several enormous thorny-feathered creatures.

Those usually violent and unpredictable Thorn Feather Clan members were now allowing several humans to step on their backs.

It even actively adjusts the angle of the bone wings when humans slide down, for fear of hurting them!

This thing has betrayed us again?!

This was the Abyss Messenger's first thought.

Then, his emaciated chest heaved violently.

Previously, the Thornfeather Clan had betrayed the Blood Elf Clan, and he also felt that these bald birds had some ambition.

Now look what's happened! They've really made something of themselves, abandoning even their alien race identity and surrendering directly to the lowly human race?!

"Good! Very good!"

The Abyss Messenger's dry dough twitched, and he laughed in extreme anger.

However, no matter what, since these human warriors dared to swagger in front of him, there was no reason for them to leave alive!

He is the high and mighty messenger of the abyss, representing the will of the Demon King!

The Abyss Messenger suddenly raised the black bone staff in his hand, pointing it directly at Liu Bo and the others. His wide black robe billowed wildly in the murderous aura, exuding an astonishing presence.

He issued an absolute order to the several alien royals gathered below.

"Charge! Tear these humans to shreds!"

……

……

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Apart from the howling wind, there was no other sound at the bottom of the cliff.

No one responded at all.

"Um?"

The Abyss Messenger frowned, turned around angrily, and prepared to reprimand these cowardly good-for-nothings.

However, the moment he turned around, he froze completely.

empty.

The alien royalty who were just trembling at his feet had completely vanished.

These alien races, who were exceptionally adept at escaping in the B-level area, activated their escape skills without hesitation the moment they saw Luo Yurou and the others' faces.

Say something.

As expected of the elites who survived Liu Bo and his group's "sweep," they vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Only a mournful howl filled with endless terror remained, slowly fading away in the cold wind at the bottom of the cliff.

"It's them!!!"

"Run—!"

Abyss Messenger: ...

Liu Bo and others: ...

A cold wind carrying fine sand swept by.

The situation became awkward for a moment.

Both sides were stunned for a while.

Liu Bo rubbed his chin, which was a little sore from keeping his mouth open for so long, and turned to look at Qingshan.

"Brother Shan, did you see that just now?"

"That toad digs a hole with one leg three times faster than a Bit Excavator."

"A medical miracle?"

Qingshan touched his shiny bald head, his large, bell-like eyes filled with shock.

"I was thinking, when that Phantom Moon Mirage ran away, it didn't even take its prized royal clam shell; it just slipped away naked... Wouldn't you call that streaking?"

Listening to the two complaining, Luo Yurou, who was standing in the middle of the group, did not laugh.

She took a step forward, her body enveloped in purple-gold flames, her eyes narrowed slightly, her wary gaze fixed on the Abyss Messenger on the giant rock in front of her.

"Who are you?"

Why are you here?

Luo Yurou's Nine Heavens Realm Yuan Power surged secretly within her body, ready for battle at any moment.

The Abyss Messenger on the opposite side stood on the giant rock, without saying a word.

His withered brain was working frantically, the words left behind by the escaped burrow frog king kept swirling in his mind.

"It's them!!!"

The Abyss Messenger's empty eye sockets suddenly contracted.

These are the few humans?!

These seemingly unremarkable human brats, in the past month, have swept through the B-grade area like locusts, hunting down almost all the alien royal families?!

The culprit has been revealed!

in case……

If I could capture these culprits here, skin them alive, and extract their souls to offer to Lord Xilin Demon King.

Does that mean I'm innocent?

Perhaps this is not a mistake, but a perfect opportunity to make amends!

If Lord Xilin Demon King is pleased and bestows upon me the supreme power of the Abyss, will my status as his envoy be elevated once again?!

Thinking of this, the ghostly green flames in the Abyss Messenger's eyes surged wildly, almost bursting out of their sockets.

He suddenly recalled what the Cave Frog King had said when he reported the information to him earlier.

"That was a human flying realm squad."

Flying Realm?

Flying Realm is great!

The Abyss Messenger's withered lips suddenly split open, revealing a cruel smile a hundred times uglier than crying.

"Hehe... Hahahaha!"

He let out a hoarse laugh, like the cry of an owl.

"That's incredibly arrogant!"

The Abyss Messenger slowly raised his hands, his black robe sleeves fluttering in the eerie wind.

"A few mere ants at the Flying Realm level are just bullying the lower-level bloodlines on the outskirts using some strange methods."

"They actually dared to recklessly trespass into the A-level core area?!"

"Today, I'll show you what true despair is!"

The moment the words fell.

"boom--!"

Within the Abyss Messenger, a terrifying power that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupted like a flood breaking through a dam!

A thick, almost tangible black aura surged wildly from beneath his black robe, instantly obscuring the sky above him.

The rubble on the ground was corroded and impacted by the evil energy, crumbling into dust!

Peak of the Nine Heavens Realm!

The powerful cultivation fluctuations belonging to the peak of the Nine Heavens Realm, mixed with the extreme coldness unique to the abyss, transformed into a visible black storm that fiercely crushed towards Liu Bo and the others!

The Abyss Messenger looked down at the humans from his high position, as if he could already see their pitiful state as their bones shattered and they knelt down begging for mercy under this oppressive force.

A black storm whipped up sand and gravel.

The Abyss Messenger spread its arms wide, unleashing its proud power.

"Tremble, you insects!"

His hoarse voice echoed in the storm.