Chapter 234: Simulation Sandbox! Fleeing Famine Victims! (Request Monthly Votes)

As for their question, Lin Mo merely smiled faintly and said:

"Just luck, and the help of that City God—otherwise, we wouldn't have made it."

Hearing this, everyone frowned, all sensing Lin Mo's reluctance to elaborate further.

Yet they also believed Lin Mo wasn't lying.

Even with their squad's strength, they had no confidence to defeat Yin Tongzi, let alone Lin Mo's squad, which carried three mid-stage Rank 2 cultivators?

If those words were true, wouldn't the Ancestor Master have left behind a genuine Chaotic Demon God here?

Thinking this, he immediately assembled all imperial guards into a single army and personally led them to Anyi's city gate, intending to annihilate the invaders at the threshold.

He never expected Chang Qing could speak of such romantic matters so effortlessly; as they talked merrily, Li Yun seemed to have completely forgotten their original purpose.

At the same moment, inside that grand hall, the bodies of eight Demon Serpent Cult followers were instantly drained of all power, collapsing to the floor as eight dried corpses—this was the price the ritual artifact demanded.

Jiang Nan nearly screamed! She stared wide-eyed at Mu Ming's back, frozen in place beside the dining table.

The ambush plan, originally meant to launch earlier, was forced to delay due to Sand Man's sudden injury; both were no longer at peak condition, causing them to fall far behind the first wave.

Isolated assassins repeatedly charged forward but could never break through to the main group; instead, they were surrounded and attacked by several blood-skull riders, drenched in sweat, striking the armored skeletal cavalry multiple times yet failing to inflict serious damage—each clash deepened their dread, and they found no chance whatsoever to cast spells.

Coupled with the thought of his never-before-seen Ancestor Master, whose divine powers extended even to overseeing reincarnation.

Although the future seen in the epitaph was destined to occur and unchangeable, the original future had indeed been altered by the Crimson King.

Zhang Heng clearly understood all this, which was why Chen Ping chose not to expose the secret outright.

Li Han refused to suspect Lan Ruo with ill intent; he could only attribute it all to the Blood Demon's unexpected attack, which left Lan Ruo without her sole support—she needed this method to create a sense of security.

Upon entering, aside from the six tribe members who had been there before, everyone else was stunned, exclaiming in awe.

"You carved all of it from rooster-blood stone—you know you lack the ability, so you can find someone else to help." Ji Yuyan lightly tapped the table, watching her calmly.

Stunned—could such a thing even exist? Who would have imagined, upon waking this morning, that this would happen? Needless to say, it was utterly unbelievable; life's long path is filled with unpredictability.

Of course, running away was the only sensible choice now—after all, she had a sister; staying would be asking for trouble, and he wasn't that foolish. A little verbal venting was fine, but the cost couldn't be too high—that would be brainless, and he wouldn't do it.

"If he dies, will you blame me for killing him?" Yue Yan sneered, her expression sharply edged.

Li Qing's fingers trembled slightly; a great bitterness surged up her nose and throat, sorrow exploding like a tidal wave, drowning her entirely, leaving her breathless and speechless.

Her voice was soft, like a gentle breeze brushing into his heart. His lips curled slightly upward—he clearly liked the term.

His gaze pierced like two needles, burned like two flames, making her unable to lift her head. Yet still, she had to step closer to him and tell him: she hadn't meant to.

Whoever they were, they were merely pieces in her hand—shouldn't it be the player who decides how to move them?

The whip magic artifact, being useless to a Dao cultivator, was also put away; then Mo Qingchen picked up the dagger and began to toy with it.