"If I had known this money was so easy to make, I wouldn't have bothered hunting monsters so hard at night!" Leng Yue said with delight, holding her dagger and the storage ring containing the Holy Spirit Stone.

"Cough cough!"

Jiang Yuan cleared his throat, signaling the others not to mention the matter, before going to pick up Ning Yanlan.

"Brother Yuan, you didn't even tell us about something this big. You're so disloyal!" Little Fatty rushed over, but his first words were complaints, though his complaints were mostly out of brotherly affection.

"It's nothing, I just came back unsafely!" Jiang Yuan shrugged and said casually.

Ning Yanlan, who had followed, seemed absent-minded, only snapping back to reality after hearing Jiang Yuan speak.

"What's wrong? Didn't you get enough rest?" Jiang Yuan reached out and grasped Ning Yanlan's slightly cold hand.

Ning Yanlan shook her head slightly, and then said, "No, I'm just a little worried about you! I'm always afraid that something bad is going to happen!"

"Yes, I also think the atmosphere in Nancheng today is a bit strange, there's a vague sense of suffocation!" Little Fatty chimed in.

Jiang Yuan didn't speak, but his stern expression said it all.

"Brother Yuan, Nancheng isn't really facing annihilation like you said, is it?" Little Fatty couldn't sit still any longer when he saw Jiang Yuan like this, because in his memory, Brother Yuan was always a calm person.

"The reason I've gathered everyone here today is indeed because of this!" Jiang Yuan placed his free hand on his forehead, and a swastika symbol gradually appeared.

"This is!"

Everyone else was extremely surprised to see the swastika appear, with Little Fatty exclaiming in surprise, "Brother Yuan, when did you fuse with the Holy Spirit bloodline?"

It's no wonder that Little Fatty guessed wrong, because the most conspicuous symbol of the Holy Spirit Clan is the pattern between their eyebrows. Even Ning Yanlan would have the Holy Spirit pattern appear between her eyebrows when she used her bloodline power.

"This is the mark of the soul of the battlefield. Our South City has been chosen as the starting point of the entire battlefield!" Jiang Yuan knew it was time to make everything public.

"What's the meaning?"

Jiang Yuan's emotions did not fluctuate much, and he continued, "The battle of Nancheng will determine the outcome of the entire battlefield, so the alien race will do everything in its power to destroy Nancheng! It is called the beginning, but it is more like destruction."

He gradually understood what the spirit of the palace meant by "one escapes from the other," which was both a chance for survival and a desperate situation.