Chapter 672: Legion Entry

"He succeeded."

On the desolate, muddy road, many Twilight Society members were surprised to see the embroidered domain descending from the sky. Plum 8 felt the increased mental power in his body, and reverence and joy appeared in his eyes.

"I didn't expect to witness the birth of a Demigod with my own eyes this time."

"...Yeah, this is really rare."

"Who will win if he fights Wuji Jun?"

"In my impression, battles between Demigods are extremely rare, let alone a battle between a Nine Monarch and a God Path Demigod." Bai Ye was thoughtful. "Theoretically, they are of the same tier, and their combat power is also on par."

"But the current Wuji Jun shouldn't be in his complete form, right?"

"Hmm, but the current Chief should also..." Bai Ye pondered for a moment and didn't continue. "In short, it's really hard to say who will win and who will lose between these two."

"Speaking of which, the battle between Demigods has already started, why haven't the high-level members of our Twilight Society arrived yet?" Jian Changsheng asked suspiciously.

"When we were in the Aurora domain before, didn't Plum K come to hold the fort? This time, are we really going to rely on just us few to complete the Nine Monarch recovery?"

Everyone looked at each other, indeed feeling strange.

"Perhaps the high-level members have other preparations?"

"Let the high-level members worry about these things... Let's find a place to stay first."

"Chen Ling, Chen Ling?"

Chu Muyun's call suddenly woke Chen Ling up.

At this moment, Chen Ling hadn't yet detached from Yao Qing's perspective. He had just personally experienced the entire process of ascending the stairs and felt the earth-shattering battle between Yao Qing and Wuji Jun... But perhaps because of the Fourth Wall, he hadn't fully immersed himself in it and didn't feel Yao Qing's emotional changes.

From beginning to end, he was just a bystander "audience."

But even so, the shock brought by personally experiencing the God-Proving ascent still made it hard for him to calm down for a long time.

"...I'm fine, let's go." Chen Ling tried his best to ignore the chaotic divine battle and followed the others to continue walking forward.

They hadn't walked far along the muddy road when the earth began to tremble slightly!

Hum hum hum—!

Chen Ling's expression changed. He subconsciously looked in a certain direction. Judging by the magnitude of the earth's tremors, a large group of something was approaching.

"Hide first."

Plum J immediately took off his magic hat and waved it gently, and everyone disappeared into mid-air, leaving only the hat drifting alone on the ground.

Hum hum hum—!!!

The earth's tremors became more intense, and dust flew up in the distance.

A strange silver legion of humanoid creatures trampled through the withered forests and villages, like an unstoppable silver wave sweeping across the earth.

As they moved, a large number of bloody footprints remained on the earth. Most of them had scarlet bloodstains on their bodies, or missing intestines and blood clots. These things naturally weren't theirs... but were traces left by the crazy slaughter during their journey here.

The moment they appeared, a rich smell of blood permeated the air. One could only imagine how many people had been killed to achieve such an effect.

These silver monsters had no eyes, yet they seemed to be able to see the surrounding environment clearly. Their slender, smooth "skulls" swept across the surroundings, and after finding no signs of life, they roared and scattered, continuing to search in all directions.

The black magic hat was overturned on the ground. In the chaos of flying dust, it was stepped on four or five times by several silver monsters, becoming wrinkled.

The silver legion gradually moved away. After an unknown amount of time, the black magic hat trembled slightly.

Chen Ling, Chu Muyun, Heart 9, and others jumped out one after another. Finally, Plum J returned, picked up the tattered, blood-stained hat from the ground, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

"...This was my favorite hat." He said through gritted teeth.

"It's okay, wash it and it can still be used." Jian Changsheng patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"It seems now that Wuji Jun really wasn't sure he could beat the Chief... so he left a backup plan." Diamond 10 pondered. "He wants to collect enough souls as quickly as possible to refine more Philosopher's Stones?"

"That should be it. Without the Philosopher's Stones, he can never exert his full combat power. On the surface, the Chief is holding Wuji Jun back, but Wuji Jun is also stalling the Chief..."

"These silver monsters, although their corresponding tier isn't high, are numerous and fast. They are indeed the best harvesting machines."

While everyone was talking, Chen Ling noticed that only Plum 8 wasn't participating.

He frowned as he looked at the bloody footprints left by the silver legion, his gaze slowly looking along the direction from which the silver legion had attacked...

There, was the outline of a scarred village.

Plum 8 subconsciously moved his legs and walked toward there.

Ink-like clouds swirled in the sky, and a fine drizzle crossed the human world. Chen Ling watched Plum 8's gradually receding figure, and after hesitating for a moment, he followed.

Walking forward along the muddy road, the bloody traces became more intense, and the dense footsteps were like a chaotic spider web covering the earth.

As the two moved forward, some things gradually appeared in their field of vision.

Mutilated bodies were stuck in the mud in all directions. More than a dozen heads remained with expressions of terror and despair, scattered in pools of blood. The blood-stained hair was clumped together, stiffly swaying with the drifting drizzle. The rich, foul stench of blood was like a poisonous snake, suddenly drilling into the two's noses!

Most of the people on the ground were wearing the clothes of town residents, coarse cloth and hemp garments. Some were still carrying bundles, like refugees fleeing from a distant village... There were old and young, and even infants still in swaddling clothes. It's just that now, the infant's body had also been cut in two, like a bloody cocoon broken on the ground.

Chen Ling's brows were tightly knitted.

His gaze swept over the messy bloody footprints on the ground. Judging by the traces, this group of refugees must have encountered the silver legion coming from the border while fleeing. The entire family, old and young, about twelve people, had been slaughtered without any ability to resist, and no one had even been able to run a few steps.

Looking further ahead, a charred village stood on the wasteland, as if it had just experienced a great fire that ruthlessly swallowed everything.

Plum 8 stared blankly at this scene, his face gradually turning pale. He seemed to recall some bad memories, and his body couldn't stop trembling...

"...Plum 8?" Chen Ling noticed his abnormality and called out softly.

Plum 8 didn't seem to hear his voice, just standing there like a statue. A few withered yellow leaves swirled in the breeze, guiding his gaze to look lightly toward the edge of the charred village.

Plum 8 seemed to have discovered something, his Adam's apple rolling involuntarily. He stiffly moved his legs and walked toward there...

It looked like the ruins of a collapsed courtyard.

In the ruins, almost no complete items could be seen; everything had been burned to a crisp in the fire. Plum 8 came to a messy broken wall and moved the rubble piece by piece with both hands...

In the fine drizzle, the body of a girl who had been burned dry appeared before his eyes.