"Your Majesty, it has been a long time since we last absorbed power."

Under Demarco Mount, inside the restroom.

The generals of the Undead Tribe covered in gold powder exuded exhaustion.

A feeling of powerlessness filled their entire being.

The inability to obtain power for a long time made them extremely weak.

Pessimistic emotions began to spread.

"I feel that Sutton should be preparing to rescue us."

The emperor sat cross-legged in the golden soup, letting the drizzle of golden water drip onto his body.

"We've been here for thousands of years, can't we even endure this final stretch of time?"

Amidst the reproaches, the generals of the Undead Tribe remained silent.

After a moment of silence.

"Your Majesty, for thousands of years, we could only replenish ourselves through the spiritual power in the air. Moreover, each time our people released power for us, we had to wait for the northwest wind to arrive. Only then could the pulverized spiritual herbs be blown here by the wind."

"But the northwest wind seems not to pity us. It's been a full three years without northwest wind."

"Today, it's a rare northwest wind day, our people shouldn't forget!"

Their power and physique had long been exhausted over countless years.

Each passing day was endured through sheer willpower.

Weak and exhausted is the best description for them.

"Difficulties will eventually pass, and dawn will surely belong to us!" the emperor said.

How could he not be tired?

The nervous system of the Undead Tribe was also different from ordinary people.

The hunger they endured was tens of times more than regular people.

Here, some undead warriors had already died.

Although very few, it also indicated the harsh environment inside the restroom.

Time ticked away.

Night fell.

The sunlight disappeared.

The northwest wind stopped.

This meant that in the coming year, they would endure hunger and weakness.

Finally.

Someone couldn't stand it any longer.

They tilted their head back, opened their mouth.

Drip.

No imagined nausea.

The entrance was gentle.

Delicious!

Earthlings once said, after being single for a long time, even a sow feels affectionate.

These words are also suitable for the Undead Tribe.

After being hungry for a long time...

Some things are like dominoes.

Thus.

The second person tilted their head back, opened their mouth.

The third...

The fourth...

In the end, the emperor frowned slightly.

"I am willing to share hardships with my people!"

The emperor lifted his noble head.

The originally lifeless prison was suddenly full of vitality.

"Mine is spicy!"

"Golden Needle Mushrooms! Golden Needle Mushrooms!"

"Damn, corn kernels!"

...

Amidst the laughter, the emperor let out a long sigh of relief.

He felt his entire body filled with strength!

...

Far away, thousands of miles away.

Sutton sat in the Dark Moon Palace, filled with worry.

In just one day, four undead tribe bases around the world were destroyed.

Not a single survivor.

The undead tribe guards inside the bases seemed to have evaporated, completely disappearing without a trace.

This terrifying act deeply shocked Sutton.

Recalling the undead tribe mummy that appeared on Boulevard, he felt uneasy.

"Recently, has there been any sign of the Holy Lord?" he asked.

"The Holy Lord has disappeared, completely untraceable. Since Town, there's been no news." Han Caldwell shook his head.

Logically, at such a crucial moment, the Holy Lord shouldn't be silent.

If the Holy Lord appeared, it would be fine, but now that the Holy Lord didn't even show a shadow, it frightened them even more.

The person hiding in the shadows, once they appear, could be out to kill.

"We mustn't let our guard down. As long as we defeat Cold Nelson, I have a way to open Demarco Mount's prison." Sutton stood up, frowning deeply.

With the great war approaching, the greatest uncertainty had disappeared.

"The martial artists of Boulevard were divided into three groups, the first two had already left. The strongest ones are in my hands. General, when should we depart?"

Han Caldwell stood up respectfully.

The strongest of the three groups of martial artists were under Han Caldwell's command.

As for the group taken out by Ocean Academy, they were extremely weak.

Only had the fate of cannon fodder.

Han Caldwell had already decided, at the right moment, with the right people, using Demarco Mount's power to eliminate West Tower and Brant Fairbanks on the way forward.

"Let's go, time is of the essence."

Sutton strode out.

The stars were shining!

The bright moon scattered spots of silver light.

Julius Reed rode Mont Horse, heading towards Dusty Platform with Brant Fairbanks and others.

The route they chose was very difficult.

Along the way, they had to pass through dozens of alliances, facing immense pressure.

Many martial artists had even thought of escaping halfway, lest they lose their lives on the road.

"Baylor Davenport, when did you start feeling unwell?" Brant Fairbanks asked indifferently.

But inside, he was extremely shocked!

Those two days and two months had disappeared!

And Baylor Davenport still retained that power within him.

Wasn't this exactly what he wanted?

Brant Fairbanks had painstakingly researched but hadn't found a solution. Yet Baylor Davenport had done it.

Brant Fairbanks confirmed repeatedly that there was indeed no trace of any small world within Baylor Davenport.

It vanished without a sound.

"A letter from my father."

Baylor Davenport took a letter from his chest and handed it to Brant Fairbanks: "After the dean discovered the anomaly in my body, I wrote to my father. Coincidentally, our North Sea Country has a Great Grandmaster who studies such difficult problems all day. This Great Grandmaster, after hearing about my condition, analyzed it and advised me."

"According to the method above, I practiced for one night, and when I woke up, the discomfort in my body disappeared."

Hearing this.

Brant Fairbanks was very surprised.

Was there really such a formidable person in the North Sea Country?

Curiosity was like a mouse scratching an itch, making it uncontrollable.

"Can I see it? If it's inconvenient, that's fine too," Brant Fairbanks said with an awkward smile.

"The dean wants to see it, of course, there's no problem. But the Great Grandmaster mentioned some strange things in the letter that you don't need to mind."

Baylor Davenport handed the letter over.

In fact, the letter was written by Julius Reed.

Written for Brant Fairbanks to see.

There was something on it that would surely interest Brant Fairbanks.

Which was how to achieve a 100% success rate in implanting a small world within someone.

This way, the experiment that had previously enabled only one success out of hundreds for Brant Fairbanks would experience a qualitative leap!

Then, this dean, who was already obsessed with arcane arts, would certainly transform all of his subordinates.

The power of Ocean Academy would be collectively elevated by one level!

By then, Julius Reed would utilize dragon's chant to shatter those small worlds.

The scene would be too beautiful.

The unbalanced spiritual power would utterly tear a person apart!

The seemingly invincible legion of Ocean Academy would turn to ash in an instant.

However.

Brant Fairbanks didn't realize this at all.

When he saw the content of the letter, his eyes widened!

His heart pounded wildly!

This...

Isn't this exactly what he had been dreaming of!

"Stop!"

Julius Reed, worried that Brant Fairbanks wouldn't have time to experiment, ordered the team to stop.

"Another thirty miles, and we'll enter the territory of the White Dragon Alliance. Rest for one night, attack during the day."

But just then.

Julius Reed squinted his eyes, seeing a Luminous Pearl the size of a human head, flickering a hundred meters away!

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