"Yes... I still have to fight. I still have to avenge my captain and Old Zheng..."
"Unfortunately, until now, I haven't managed to make the captain laugh, nor have I..."
Mo Xunxue's voice, like a sudden clap of thunder, brought Zhou Qili, who was engulfed in intense grief, back to his senses.
He gripped his weapon tightly, wiped away the blood before his eyes, and slowly turned around.
As he stepped out, deep wrinkles appeared on his young face, and his neat black short hair turned white at a visible speed.
At the same time, the purple circle beneath his feet also expanded as he moved forward, spreading to a radius of about a hundred miles in just a few seconds.
Finally, when he took the last step, the once young and vigorous Zhou Qili had become a frail old man.
At this moment, he was like a piece of withered wood, his whole body devoid of color, and his aura was utterly dejected.
But at this moment, his eyes were unusually bright, like a beacon in the darkness, radiating a light that was impossible to look directly at.
Snap.
The heavy weapon he had been gripping tightly snapped off his finger at that moment, falling to the ground with a dull thud.
Normally, such a sound would attract the attention of countless people, but in this battlefield filled with the sounds of war, it seemed exceptionally insignificant, just like his life that was about to end.
As he lay dying, he forced himself to turn around and stared intently at the few frail figures above the Dragon Kingdom. His body trembled, his mouth agape, but he uttered nothing. He fell silently beneath him into that eerie purple circle.
The sound of the weapon hitting the ground was like his last roar before he died.
Boom—Crack!
When Zhou Qili's body fell into the purple circle, the purple circle, which had already spread for hundreds of miles, expanded rapidly once again, and in the blink of an eye, it had already encompassed a territory of tens of thousands of miles.
At the same time, the sky above the purple circle was also covered by a strange purple light.
"Oh no, it's the power of a curse! Let's go!"
"Such power exists among the human race! Retreat!"
"Retreat quickly!"
"If you don't want to die, get away from here right now!"
Seeing this, all the races and demons were horrified and retreated like madmen. But to their despair, no matter how fast they fled, they could not escape this area of tens of thousands of miles.
It was as if a mysterious force had sealed off this place, preventing any of the myriad races and demons in this region from escaping.
Boom—Crack!
As a sound of void shattering rang out, the purple light above the sky and below the ground began to approach continuously.
Meanwhile, the myriad races and demons caught in the middle could only watch helplessly as the two beams of light drew ever closer. They tried every possible method, but none could withstand them. They were like lambs to the slaughter, watching the butcher's knife fall upon them.
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
Several angry roars of resentment rang out, but vanished in an instant. At the same time, the purple light dissipated, and the battlefield, spanning tens of thousands of miles, appeared strangely empty at this moment.
"Holy crap, that's awesome! Your curse talent is amazing!"
Chen Xuanji saw this scene from a great distance and was utterly shocked.
He originally thought that Zhou Qili's SS-level talent curse could only target one person, but he never expected that when this talent was activated, all races and demons within a radius of tens of thousands of miles were wiped out.
Chen Xuanji wanted to say something, but the sight of an old man with white hair and no breath, holding the Chang'an Token, silenced him for a moment.
He didn't say anything, but turned his head to look at the thin, sword-wielding figure in the sky above the Dragon Kingdom, and smiled dejectedly.
"Captain, this old man doesn't really have any hobbies. If you're still alive, and have the time, could you pour me a few drinks?"
As they were talking, Chen Xuanji was punched into the ground by a powerful expert from one of the myriad races.
But just as this powerful being from all races was giving chase, a strange singing voice suddenly came from the deep pit in front of him.
The singing was extremely shrill and quickly spread throughout the surrounding area!
At the same time, under the influence of this song, countless dead powerful beings from all races, including demons and humans, stood up. Their eyes gleamed with a strange, eerie green light, and their bodies exuded the powerful aura of their peak strength!
Damn it!
The powerful figure from all races felt a chill in his heart and suddenly retreated, but he didn't notice at all that there was another powerful figure from all races behind him!
Sizzle...
The powerful being from all races, whose eyes glowed green, killed all the races before him with a single blow. Then, as if summoned by some kind of call, he led all the creatures around him with glowing green eyes toward the demon race and the myriad races.
At this moment, Chen Xuanji was tightly gripping the Chang'an Token in his hand. Like Zhou Qili, he was as thin as a skeleton, exuding a terrifying aura of death.
On the other side, Gu Zhenyuan was closely following Mo Xunxue, the strongest member of the Chang'an team. His S-level talent, Recovery, could restore his spiritual power.
He witnessed this scene, but he remained silent, offering no words of mourning, sadness, or grief. He had no time for it; he knew that if he were distracted, he might cause Mo Xunxue to lose her spiritual energy supply, thus putting her in danger!
"Sorry we're late."
Just then, the void cracked open, and Hu Liu, the patriarch of the Spirit Fox Royal Clan, led a group of over a thousand powerful experts from the Cave Heaven Realm and Bodhi Realm of the Spirit Fox Royal Clan out from within.
"The Spirit Race?"
At the front of the battlefield, a powerful figure from all races narrowed his eyes upon seeing this.
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