"Get lost."
"Don't forget, what I guard is our path."
"I don't care, get lost."
The fireball pulsated violently, instantly tearing apart that trace of Divine Soul and severing the connection.
The next mont, the fireball imdiately split into two again, with the Yang-Keeping Devil and Yang-destroying Devil separating in mutual disdain.
The Yang-destroying Devil remained silent; he didn't speak earlier for fear of revealing the split to others.
He was also afraid that, unlike the Yang-Keeping Devil, the change might be detected.
But now, the Yang-Keeping Devil cursed irritably, and the Yang-destroying Devil didn't entirely block out the Yang-Keeping Devil's words.
Because he was angry too.
Back then, in the heat of battle, the old world fell, and the new world was born; this was the last chance for a counterattack.
However, during his final battle, the Seven Yin King saw the situation turn unfavorable and betrayed his allies to escape.
Leaving him alone to endure everything, leading to a situation far more miserable than today despite being Undying.
Back then, he was just a step away from complete annihilation, his consciousness fell into a long slumber before finally awakening, but upon awakening, he was almost powerless, unable to grasp his fundantal rank.
As for the Seven Yin King, after the final battle, he suffered little loss as soone else bore the brunt of the transition impact between the old and new worlds, still alive and hiding sowhere.
Back then, all allies died or were gravely injured, everything was completely overturned.
But no matter what, to this day, the one in the best condition has always been the Seven Yin King.
The enemy is hateful, but to this day, he is even willing to engage with humans, willing to use them, even willing to pay a price.
But what is more hateful is the Seven Yin King who betrayed and escaped from his allies.
The most irreconcilable hatred, the most heart-cutting hatred, is this.
In any race, any world, those who backstab their allies at critical monts elicit more hatred than enemies.
If given an arrow now, he would undoubtedly shoot one person, and he would shoot the Seven Yin King without hesitation.
The Yang-Keeping Devil beca increasingly nagging, rambling incessantly, and when he finally quieted down, the Yang-destroying Devil unexpectedly spoke.
"I might oppose you on other things, but killing the Seven Yin, our goals align.
Wait and see, I've got so ideas, I'll kill the Seven Yin first.
Let the Seven Yin witness death."
"Good." The agitated Yang-Keeping Devil agreed without hesitation, not suspecting anything.
The Yang-Keeping Devil withdrew, nestled within his fireball, the Yang-destroying Devil openly started trying to contact anyone he could.
Though this ti, there's an added task, to find the Seven Yin King and see if there's a way to kill him.
Of course, this is just an excuse, the Yang-destroying Devil also knows, apart from other skills, the Seven Yin's escaping ability is top-notch.
He hasn't ventured out, yet is certain the Seven Yin was the only one who didn't die or get trapped back then, remaining completely free to this day.
Because the Seven Yin, unsure if he's dead, never dares co to the present world, fearing leaving any trace to be pursued.
The Yang-destroying Devil mobilized the rank's power, began calling, started infiltrating.
...
Wei Lan's arrogance entirely vanished; he felt he might truly die in his first trial, like the failed predecessors.
He took the wrong path, and after exiting the Extrely Cold Forbidden Land, returning to the Hengduan Mountains, he still beca careless.
He thought he was cautious enough, aware of the dangers within the Hengduan Mountains, yet now, he was in peril regardless.
On the snowy mountain, as a cold wind blew, it swept the surface snow.
The stone sculptures appeared in the snow, bodies curled, arms crossed over chests, heads bowed.
Wei Lan's body beca rigid, not daring to move at all.
He had never seen them in person, but learned about these Hengduan Mountains monsters during his clan studies.
Common people, upon first seeing such monsters, might quietly retreat, but in reality, they only erge from beneath the snow when they sense a Living Being approaching.
At this ti, moving, making even the slightest noise, or leaking even a hint of power would completely awaken them.
They have no Divine Soul, their bodies as resilient as Ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Ice, reproducing by freezing Living Beings invading their territory into ice blocks to be taken back as beds for offspring.
In the past, Wei Lan might have held a glimr of hope; now, exhausted both ntally and physically, deceiving them seed challenging.
He stood here quietly for days, seeking a resolution.
Even for recovery, he only dared allow his body to naturally absorb a bit of Spiritual Energy, not daring to ditate or consu Pills, fearing too much commotion.
At that mont, the whisper he heard previously echoed again in his mind.
This ti, it wasn't the madness that nearly split his brain, but a cool, cold calmness, with an indisputable persuasive undertone.
The whispers silently infiltrated, tugging his heartstrings, provoking his will, filled with unsettling feelings.
Wei Lan closed his eyes, striving to calm down, knowing this was sothing occasionally experienced by his family after entering the Extrely Cold Forbidden Land.
So people, with weak Divine Souls and unsteady wills, couldn't withstand it and went insane.
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