Beside the black coffin, a withered hand clung desperately, leaving half a handprint.
The sword marks on the coffin lid emitted sword energy again, but they failed to subdue it.
Ignoring his fear, the man in black gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
"roll!"
The old man inside the black coffin let out a low roar, and the man in black was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
The coffin was shaking at an extremely high frequency, and the gaps were getting bigger and bigger, and it looked like it was about to be unable to suppress the pressure.
"Go and invite Meng..."
Before the old man could finish speaking, a sigh interrupted him.
"well."
A typical middle-aged man's voice rang out.
"Why bother?"
A figure appeared beside the black coffin at some unknown time, standing there quietly, ignoring the terrifying pressure.
Even the God of War cannot easily approach the black coffin!
He, however, could move about at will.
The true identity of the figure is self-evident.
The strongest, a nightmare.
Nightmare stood beside the black coffin and casually said, "Take a nap."
In an instant, the world fell silent.
The black coffin stopped shaking, the gap that had been raised slowly closed, and the withered hand retracted, leaving only an incomplete handprint.
Even faint snoring could be heard coming from the black coffin.
The man in black struggled to his feet and bowed respectfully to the nightmare's retreating figure.
"Thank you, Lord Nightmare, for saving us."
The nightmare's figure became somewhat ethereal as it continued speaking.
"He can continue to lie down during the big battle two days from now; he doesn't need to participate."
"yes!"
"After the great battle, Xiao Lan will go to the Abyss Plane, and Xiao Jiu will go with her."
Nightmare's words made the man in black's eyelids twitch.
Will Elder Lan go to the Abyss Plane?
And Shadow Nine too?!
If anything were to happen to any of them, it would be an unbearable pain for the human race!
The most crucial thing is...
If Lord Shadow Nine is going, doesn't that mean... Shura is going too?!
Why is Lord Nightmare saying this to me?
The man in black clasped his hands in a fist salute again and said in a deep voice,
"Please enlighten me, Lord Nightmare."
"After they set off, carry this coffin to the Eternal Forest."
Sweat beaded on the black-clad man's forehead. Had the human race's situation really come to this?
The old man in the black coffin was half-mad and half-crazy. His true combat strength was comparable to that of the God of War, but it was hard to say how he would perform in a real battle.
Moreover, fighting unrestrainedly would only worsen the old man's injuries and push him toward destruction.
The black coffin will not be moved unless absolutely necessary!
Finally, the man in black gritted his teeth and agreed.
"...Yes, sir!"
When I looked up again, it was as if I had just woken up from a dream; there was no sign of the Nightmare Master.
Only the snoring from inside the black coffin provided accompaniment.
The old man had a dream in which he returned to the past, and he spoke in his sleep in a broken and intermittent manner.
"Lan Tianqi, I'm telling you this one last time, I can fight monsters at the War King level! The time I almost got killed was a thing of the past..."
"...A boy named Xue Yixing and a girl named Xue Yi'an? These names won't do. Listen to me, boy, let's name the boy Xue Meng and the girl Xue Meng. They sound so much better!"
"Ninth Brother, you want to slash your father, huh? Don't stop me, I'm going to show you who the number one war god of the human race is today!"
"Be gentle when applying the medicine. Old Ninth doesn't know his own strength. Is it necessary to use such a heavy hand in a friendly spar?"
"......."
The man waiting beside the black coffin listened to these delirious ramblings, gave a bitter smile, and shook his head.
All that is gone.
...
The gates of the Never-Sleeping Castle opened.
Two groups of people stood on either side of the worn-out red carpet.
On one side were the werewolves, led by Jack, who were numerous, aggressive, and had the upper hand.
On the other side was Count Dracula, his face grim, with several vampires standing behind him.
Although Dracula was weaker in terms of momentum, he was the strongest among those present, which made the werewolves hesitant to make any rash moves.
"Everyone's here! Have you eaten?"
Ye Bai's appearance immediately ended this tedious standoff.
Jack pressed his right fist against his chest and, along with his many werewolves, knelt on one knee.
"My lord, the werewolf clan will never forget your kindness!"
Dracula glanced at them coldly; these wolf cubs really knew how to flatter.
They have absolutely no idea what the word 'restraint' means.
Dracula stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly.
"Lord Shura, your loyal servant Dracula, believing he had lost your guidance, nearly perished in the darkness. Your reappearance has brought new light to this hopeless world..."
As he spoke, Dracula began to choke up, almost bursting into tears.
"Stop, stop being disgusting. I just ate barbecue and I'm going to throw up."
Ye Bai waved his hand.
"Even if you turn into a white pig, your heart is still black, so stop pretending."
Dracula chuckled ingratiatingly, "You're joking. My heart is red; I'll show you if you don't believe me."
"Enough with the nonsense, stand up and let me see."
Ye Bai glanced around.
24 werewolves and 7 vampires.
Werewolves and vampires are mostly below level 200; in their racial concept, they are considered minors.
Only Jack (LV.246) and Dracula (LV.299) are barely passable.
Ye Bai chatted with Jack for a few minutes and learned that he had signed a soul contract with these werewolves and vampires.
They had no choice but to follow Ye Bai.
"Alright, take the brothers out of the castle and go to the mine to see if they need any help."
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