After the Withered Blood Elder left, Lin Dong quietly watched his departing figure for a long ti.
At this mont, the God of War, Chiyan, ca over and paid great respects to Lin Dong.
"Lin Dong, we really must thank you this ti for upholding the last dignity of our Red Fla Legion!"
Lin Dong quickly helped the God of War, Chiyan, up, and hurriedly said: "Uncle Chiyan, please get up quickly. You are overwhelming with this."
After helping the God of War, Chiyan, up, he curiously asked: "Uncle Chiyan, just now that black-robed elder following next to Mo Huan Commander, is he the Heavenly Realm Martial Artist that Mo Huan Commander invited to assist?"
The God of War, Chiyan, nodded: "Yes, he is called the Withered Blood Elder, and his strength is that of a Second Heavenly Realm Martial Artist."
"The Alliance Hierarch values him a lot and plans to have him represent the Dragon Alliance in the second battle!"
Lin Dong nodded, his eyes twinkling, but he didn’t say anything.
"The day after tomorrow is the day of the great battle. I don’t know what the fate of the Dragon Alliance will be after this battle. Sigh, if the Dragon Alliance falls. What will the rogue martial artists of Dragon Country do in this extraterrestrial battlefield?" The God of War, Chiyan, sighed with a pessimistic attitude.
The main reason is that the host of the Blood Soul Hall is too mysterious and powerful.
Moreover, no one knows how many Heavenly Realm Martial Artists the Blood Soul Hall has in total.
If there are three, then the Dragon Alliance is definitely dood!
Lin Dong comforted: "Uncle Chiyan, don’t be too pessimistic. This ti, it’s not the Dragon Alliance that will suffer, but the Blood Soul Hall."
"Let’s hope so." The God of War, Chiyan, murmured.
...
That night!
The night descended, and the moonlight was like a white silk.
In the depths of the Blood Soul Hall, in a dim palace, the candle flas flickered, reflecting a cold and profound face—the host of the Blood Soul Hall, Ye Wuheng.
He sat gracefully on the black jade throne at the center of the Great Hall, surrounded by a faint blood mist, as if capable of devouring all light and life force.
Suddenly, a faint but exceptionally clear wave ca from the void, breaking Ye Wuheng’s contemplation.
He slightly raised his hand, gently swirling his palm, then the wave turned into lines of blood-colored text, floating in mid-air: "Report to the host, everything is progressing smoothly. Lin Zhenyue has complete trust in . However, an unexpected change has erged within the Dragon Alliance, a new young Heavenly Realm powerhouse has erged, with a cultivation level of only First Heaven, but there might be troubles, awaiting your instructions."
Ye Wuheng’s pupils slightly contracted, and after a mont of silence, a cold smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
He knew well that a Heavenly Realm powerhouse, even at the initial threshold, was not an ordinary being, but the gap of First Heaven was not enough to shake the overall situation in his eyes.
"A re First Heaven, just an ant, not worth ntioning?"
He thought secretly, then lightly flicked his fingers, and another blood-colored ssage flew to the distance, while the air in the Great Hall seed to solidify a bit under his will.
"Withered Blood, no need for concern, continue executing the original plan. A Heavenly Realm of First Heaven can’t stir up any trouble. Rember, our goal is the complete destruction of the Dragon Alliance, and any small interlude shouldn’t beco an obstacle."
Elsewhere, Withered Blood Elder, hidden in a dense forest at the edge of the Dragon Alliance, was enveloped in a faint blood aura, blending into the night.
He closed his eyes, concentrating, sensing the subtle fluctuations in the air, when the reply from the Blood Soul Hall pierced through the night and clearly entered his mind, Withered Blood Elder’s mouth curled into a hardly noticeable cold smile.
"Hmph, a re First Heaven naturally doesn’t catch the host’s eye." He thought to himself, but was secretly cautious in his heart.
Years of scheming taught him that any minor oversight could lead to losing everything achieved.
However, since the host had already spoken, he had the confidence to continue forward.
"In that case, let the Dragon Alliance enjoy a few more days of peace." Withered Blood Elder murmured, and then his figure flickered, disappearing into the depths of the forest like a ghostly apparition, leaving only a faint blood aura slowly dissipating in the night wind.
He thought he was being extrely discreet in what he did.
However, little did he know that all his actions just now were observed by soone.
At the base of the Red Fla Legion deep within the Dragon Alliance, Lin Dong stood alone atop an ancient tower, his eyes slightly closed, as if rging with the night.
But in his heart, it was as clear as a mirror, vividly reflecting the seemingly seamless communication between the Withered Blood Elder and the Blood Soul Hall.
All of this was due to his unique Eye of Insight, which could see through appearances and directly perceive the deepest secrets of the human heart.
"Withered Blood, Withered Blood, you think your thods are flawless, but you don’t realize you’ve long been under my watch." Lin Dong thought with a silent smile, a playful arc erging at the corner of his mouth.
He knew well that directly exposing Withered Blood Elder’s identity wouldn’t easily convince Lin Zhenyue, and could also alert the enemy, prematurely revealing the Blood Soul Hall’s conspiracy, and thus losing a perfect counter-attack opportunity.
Therefore, Lin Dong decided to use the Withered Blood Elder as a pawn, setting up a breathtaking play against the Blood Soul Hall.
He already had a ticulous plan in mind, waiting for the right mont, he would deliver a fatal blow to the enemy on the day of the great battle.
For the next two days, Lin Dong appeared calm and unruffled on the surface, but secretly, he kept a close eye on Withered Blood Elder’s every move, ensuring his plan could proceed without a hitch.
And the Withered Blood Elder, still imrsed in his self-assud secrecy, remained oblivious to Lin Dong’s Eye of Insight.
He followed the Blood Soul Hall’s instructions, continuing his undercover work.
Ti flew by like a fleeting horse, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day of the duel.
Within the headquarters of the Dragon Alliance, the atmosphere was heavy and solemn; every mber understood the importance of this battle.
Win, and the Dragon Alliance will continue to exist!
Lose, and henceforth, there will be no more ’Dragon Alliance’ on the extraterrestrial battlefield.
Under the leadership of Alliance Hierarch Lin Zhenyue, the Dragon Alliance warriors, dressed in uniform battle armor and wielding sharp weapons, gathered like an iron torrent in the square.
The commanders of the top ten legions stood tall like pine trees in the square with the elite under their command.
Lin Zhenyue stood at the forefront of the team, his posture upright, his gaze like a torch, exuding an unquestionable leadership aura all over his body.
He looked around and said in a deep voice: "Today, our Dragon Alliance will engage Blood Soul Hall in a life-and-death battle. For the future of the Dragon Alliance, we must go all out, swearing to death not to retreat!"
"Go all out! Swear to death not to retreat!"
With Lin Zhenyue’s voice falling, the warriors of the Dragon Alliance erupted with deafening shouts.
The sound was filled with both anticipation for battle and longing for victory.
In this surging morale, Lin Dong also silently stood among the crowd.
But he appeared particularly low-key, without saying much, just quietly gazing ahead at the Withered Blood Elder wrapped in a black robe.
The Withered Blood Elder did not notice that Lin Dong was secretly observing him, and watching the ’Blood Oath’ looks of the Dragon Alliance warriors, his mouth curved into a ridiculing arc.
In his heart, he thought: "Dragon Alliance, today is your end!"
However, he didn’t know that his expression was entirely seen by Lin Dong.
And Lin Dong also thought to himself: "Blood Soul Hall, today is your end!"
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