Chapter 338: The three great demon races join the war! The four directions are stirred!

The voice of Heaven fell,

and the professionals' minds returned to calm,

but their hearts were stirred with stormy waves!

The Demigod Race...

Terrifying, powerful, brutal—

these were their synonyms.

Every time they appeared,

it meant a city on the Blue Planet had fallen.

Of the fallen borders on the Blue Planet,

eighty percent were at the hands of the Demigod Race!

The Ruins of the Gods,

commonly known as the "Human Forbidden Zone,"

was like a thick fog

covering more and more area.

In Jingcheng,

in the Zhang family's quaint courtyard:

"Zhang Yucheng, you don't need to go to the National Border Trial."

Looking at his father's stern face,

Zhang Zhang Yucheng was somewhat puzzled.

"Why?"

"Isn't it said that my strength is already sufficient to participate?"

Father Zhang, the number one swordsman of the Dragon Country,

called by foreigners the Dragon Country Sword Head, a top Seventh-Turn professional.

Zhang Zhang Linfeng looked at his son and asked: "Do you know what the Demigod Race is?"

"Of course I know, they are very powerful."

"No, you don't know," Zhang Zhang Linfeng interrupted. "If you knew, you wouldn't want to participate in the National Border Trial."

"Our Zhang family doesn't want to end our lineage yet!"

At the same time,

at the Magic City Martial Academy,

in a secret room:

Just like the Some Jingyu Martial Academy,

the candidates for the National Border Trial all needed to be selected through trials.

This secret room was actually a hidden martial arts arena.

A mentor and dozens of young professionals stood here.

The Magic Martial mentor said: "For this National Border Trial, our Magic Martial has been allocated two spots."

"Currently tentatively set as Wan Wan Jingyao and Di Di Yimin."

"Those who want to challenge, report your age, level, and class, and step forward."

As the voice fell,

the mentor scanned the circle and found that every student's face carried a hint of fear.

The reports about the Demigod Race over the years were deeply rooted in everyone's heart.

Going to the National Border Trial

meant facing those terrifying creatures!

Who would want to go?

Just like a teacher calling roll in class,

everyone's expression was evasive.

Beside the mentor, the two tentatively selected people looked even more terrified!

A few days ago, they were proud and complacent because they were directly selected;

now it seemed like a hot potato!

They were all wondering

if they had offended someone who wanted them to go to their deaths!

Several minutes passed,

and still no one stepped forward.

Wan Wan Jingyao and Di Di Yimin were almost breaking out in cold sweat.

The mentor also sighed.

The National Border Trial

was originally a trial everyone wanted to participate in.

The opponents were top professionals from various countries,

everyone's strength was about the same,

and even if there were casualties, they were very rare exceptions.

The rewards were extremely generous.

Now that the three great demon races had suddenly appeared,

it was only natural that these little guys were afraid to go.

"Since no one is challenging, then it is confirmed that—"

"Wait a moment!"

Just then,

a voice came from the door of the secret room.

The door was pushed open,

and light shone in.

In the eyes of Wan Wan Jingyao and Di Di Yimin, this light was like the dawn of day.

Everyone looked over.

Wearing red battle armor,

with the blood of an unknown dark green monster still on his face,

Ji Nie Yuan carried a two-meter-long giant mace on his shoulder,

a smile cracking at the corner of his mouth:

"Nominal age nineteen, level 35, SS-grade Warrior, Ji Nie Yuan."

"Please, seniors, enlighten me!"

In Magic City,

at the Little Lei Yin Temple,

an elderly abbot knelt on a cushion and said earnestly:

"Mishaluo, you must go on this trip."

"No, this monk is not going!" Mishaluo shook his head repeatedly!

That was the Demigod Race!

Whoever wanted to go could go!

The elderly abbot looked at the Buddha behind him and said sincerely: "It is not I who asks you to go; it is the Buddha who asks you to go."

"Who is Buddha? I don't know him!" Mishaluo said bluntly.

"You! You scoundrel!" The abbot was furious.

Mishaluo smiled without a word.

Let this monk go to his death!

Let alone the Buddha,

it wouldn't matter who came!

Besides,

the Buddha

was the god in this monk's heart,

while the Demigod Race...

were "gods" that actually existed!

"But if you don't go, someone else will." The abbot looked worried.

"Their levels are higher than this monk's; they would certainly be more suitable." Mishaluo said firmly.

"Stop deceiving yourself, Mishaluo."

"You are more powerful than all of them."

Mishaluo wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the abbot: "The ability to avoid harm will allow you to survive safely."

"Fine." Mishaluo sighed. "Won't this monk go, then?"

Hearing this, the abbot smiled.

At least this little monk had a conscience.

Then, as if suddenly thinking of something: "By the way, young friend Li Yao has already been confirmed to participate as the captain."

Mishaluo stood up abruptly: "Is this true!?"

"Quick! Old man, bring me a basket of the best sarira!"

"This monk is going to Some Jingyu to give gifts!"

At the Saint Lin Academy,

in the Elder's office,

Wang Wang Shihui took a sip of tea, his expression somewhat complex.

"The appearance of a generation's prodigy makes the prodigies of the entire era take a step further."

"The Demigod Race..."

"I don't know if it's a good thing."

Opposite him,

a girl wearing leopard-print leather clothing with a heavy ancient wood bow on her back asked gloomily:

"Generation's prodigy, Elder Wang, are you talking about Li Yao?"

"Who else but him could be called a generation's prodigy?"

The girl crossed her legs, her eyes playful: "How do I remember that during the contention battle, someone told me to take people to target him?"

"Saying you wanted to make Li Yao miss the top ten of the contention battle?"

"Did I remember wrong?"

Wang Wang Shihui was furious: "Hunting Hunting Xixia! How many times have I said it!"

"This matter is not to be mentioned again!"

"I've already given you the things, why are you still lingering here?"

"Why aren't you going to level up quickly!"

"There are 20 days left; strive to reach level 35, and there will be a skill book for you then."

"Hey, hey!" Hunting Hunting Xixia said dissatisfiedly, "It's already eleven o'clock!"

"Are you not letting people rest!?"

Looking at her teacher's serious expression, Hunting Hunting Xixia finally gave in.

She shrank her neck: "I know."

She carried her heavy bow and prepared to leave the office.

"After you go in, remember not to stay too far from Li Yao."

"That kid has a good temperament; if you encounter danger, he won't sit idly by."

At the Some Jingyu Martial Academy,

as the system sound fell,

Li Yao opened his eyes.

Looking at the ceiling, a smile gradually curled at the corner of his mouth.

"So,"

"was this the Titans' goal?"