"Ah, this world is really uncomfortable."
He reached out and tugged at his pulled-down hood, his dark eyes scanning the "world" he was entering for the first time, his tone filled with astonishment.
The moment I stepped inside, I felt an invisible oppression, a warning, and an almost omnipresent malice.
It looked as if it was about to chop this "intruder" to pieces in the next second.
This is something that people at the level of the hooded man can sense.
He was certain that ordinary mission takers would be so frightened upon arriving here that they would immediately use their precious world escape talismans and exhaust all their resources to flee.
There's no other reason than that the situation is too extraordinary.
The streets were incredibly wide, enough to accommodate a hundred horse-drawn carriages, but what was even more astonishing were the pedestrians on the road: towering mountain giants, lithe and agile "elves" carrying bows and arrows, and monsters swaggering around with tiger heads on their heads...
The buildings on both sides are a perfect blend of East and West, a medley of ancient and modern styles.
These are all fine.
What's truly chilling is that these "pedestrians" are not just empty shells.
At least, the hooded man noticed that among the group of people who had just passed by, three or four could be gods in the martial arts world—while they were all behaving themselves here.
He seemed to be just an ordinary pedestrian.
Of course not!
Based on the hooded man's experience traversing multiple voids and worlds, a strong person is a strong person no matter where they are, just relatively less so. There are billions of people standing on tiptoe below them who still can't see their backs!
Therefore, these people are able to remain honest.
It must be because another fearsome ruler has forcefully established the rules.
No one dared to disobey in the slightest!
Unfortunately, his target this time was this "tyrant".
The hooded man sighed softly, stretched out his hands at the empty space, and said helplessly:
"Can you relax a bit? I can understand that once bitten, twice shy. The merging of more than a dozen great worlds is a rare sight even in the vast void."
"But all of this is over, isn't it?"
"Besides, your reputation as a world victor is so great, even if I had the guts of a bear and the gall of a leopard, I wouldn't dare to invade..."
The hooded man patiently persuaded him, and after a long time, he must have said something right to clearly feel the danger disappear, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Being rejected by the world is no small matter.
In particular, this world has just experienced a world war that was extremely large in terms of scale, number of participants, and intensity, and is in a state of stress.
If things don't go well, the hooded man probably won't even escape with his life.
Yes, there are wars between worlds.
As the saying goes, "Two tigers cannot share one mountain," and the same applies to the world. When two worlds collide, they must determine who is superior in order to merge.
The losers become vassals, while the winners dominate everything.
Bloody battles, flashes of humanity, and radiant heroes will create an epic; sorrow, tenderness... everything will emerge.
This world war involves not just two worlds, but a full twelve!
It's easy to imagine how fierce the battle would be.
Of course, the greater the risk of death for the participants, the sweeter the final victory will be—at least, the hooded man is now regretting not participating.
Then he comforted himself, thinking that even if he went, he probably wouldn't win, and the loser would suffer a terrible fate.
Even though that acquaintance had transformed into a dragon, he still retained his "snake-like" nature, being greedy and ruthless. No matter how large the prey was, it could not escape being swallowed whole, skin and bones.
I was arguing with her.
Those who are dead are dead.
Those who aren't dead, no matter what their background or strength, you have to squeeze every last bit of value out of them!
The thought had barely crossed his mind when suddenly hundreds of blue-purple lightning bolts struck him directly in broad daylight, filling the sky.
The hooded man looked like a ghost.
Under the thunder, he could no longer maintain his mysterious demeanor and swiftly dodged with a flick of his body—
There's no way to avoid it!
These lightning bolts sealed off the entire space, prohibiting all spatial teleportation and the use of void steps. He dared not use any other unconventional methods, for fear of provoking a backlash from the world.
Therefore, we have no choice but to accept it.
They finally managed to hold on until the Thunder's game ended, after employing numerous tactics.
"They're acquaintances, why resort to such cruelty?"
"Ling Xiao".
The disheveled hooded man casually tugged at his hood and, in a cheerful, teasing tone as if meeting a friend, called out the name of the person behind the scenes.
As he spoke, he even reached out and waved to greet them.
"What kind of ruthless move is this? Your hood is still intact, isn't this your true form?"
A voice that seemed to be both laughing and not laughing responded.
Hooded man: ...
"If you say so, then it is."
"However, I've come to see you on a serious matter."
Unable to fight back or escape, he decisively chose to follow his heart, not dwelling on the issue of his physical body, and comforted himself:
What does Ling Xiao know?
How cool is it to be mysterious!
Maintaining an air of mystery is the mark of a true master.
Unfortunately, the next moment countless bolts of lightning appeared before his eyes.
You're secretly criticizing me, aren't you?
Along with the lightning came Ling Xiao's irrefutable voice.
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