Chapter 477: White Tiger Morning Cry?

The war continues.

Yan Feng's eyes are blood-red, and his entire body is covered in fresh blood.

One of his Pet Beasts has already fallen.

His fighting spirit is soaring; the more he fights, the braver he becomes.

"Yan Feng, help me intercept that Snake Kun," a low voice rings out from beside him.

"Alright." Yan Feng immediately summons his Pet Beast, pinning the Snake Kun firmly in place.

From the Snake Kun's massive maw, thick acid sprays out; dripping onto his body, it causes his skin to corrode.

Yan Feng charges forward; even with the protection of his Pet Beast, large swaths of his skin are corroded.

Yan Feng fears no pain, fighting desperately to the death.

Yet, looking around, his comrades-in-arms are becoming fewer and fewer, and everywhere there are fierce beasts, covering the mountains and plains, even filling the sky.

Yan Feng knows that this battle is already lost.

Even the strongest Yuan Palace spirit has judged the win rate of this battle to be 0, meaning there is no way to survive.

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

At this moment, Yan Feng only wants to Slay more fierce beasts.

If he does so, his compatriots will face fewer fierce beasts.

These one or two fierce beasts might not be able to influence the overall situation, but for Yan Feng, he will kill as many as he can.

"Kill! Hahaha!" A wild, arrogant voice rings out.

One can see that the Warrior who had previously called for Yan Feng's help has a crazed expression on his face.

"Yan Feng, I killed an Overlord-level fierce beast, I... have earned a great profit in this life!"

His body is in tatters, the armor on him is completely shattered, and the few Pet Beasts he contracted are also drooping their heads, severely wounded.

"Watch out!" Yan Feng bellows, his eyes splitting, watching helplessly as a massive fierce beast swallows his comrade into its belly.

"Kill!"

His comrades-in-arms are becoming fewer and fewer, withering away one after another.

Yan Feng's body is also becoming increasingly exhausted; he, too, is nearing his limit.

"Form a military formation!" At this moment, a Commandant rushes over, surrounded by hundreds of Beast Masters.

One steel giant beast has twelve Commandants, with one leading three thousand soldiers.

This Commandant is Yan Feng's superior.

He looks at the hundreds of Beast Masters beside the Commandant, his gaze filled with sorrow.

These people are mostly severely wounded, yet they still form a neat military formation, representing the unyielding will of soldiers.

The Commandant's voice is impassioned: "Having you all as companions on the road to the Yellow Springs, I will not be lonely. Kill the enemy!"

"Kill!"

Yan Feng also joins the new military formation.

The battle becomes even more tragic.

The fierce beasts seem endless, becoming more and more numerous.

Yan Feng knows, and the Warriors present also know, that they have no reinforcements; the Snake Letter World is about to fall.

They are completely fearless, exhausting all their strength to kill more of the invading enemies.

Yet, in this sudden moment, a massive change occurs.

"What is going on?"

Yan Feng is shocked.

The Warriors present are also astonished.

The Commandant's eyes narrow slightly: "Space-time condensation, Sacred Beast law?"

One can see that the enemies they face appear as if time has stopped; they are motionless, maintaining their previous postures.

Some are suspended in the Void, others have the Fire in their mouths frozen in place.

For the fierce beasts, time has stopped.

A surge of wild joy wells up in the hearts of everyone present.

Could it be that a great power has intervened?

The next moment.

Crack... crack... crack...

The sound of glass shattering rings out at this moment, and all the fierce beasts instantly shatter, turning into blood mist.

The sound of shattering glass rang out at this moment, and all the fierce beasts instantly shattered, turning into a mist of blood.

"What is happening?"

The Commandant is even more shocked.

Even if a Sacred Beast were to use a Supernatural Power law, it could not reach this extent.

This is a Trial Ground of fierce beasts, with a number far exceeding a million.

In an instant, they are frozen and shattered, with no survivors left.

It is as if a god had snapped their fingers, causing all things to stop and then shatter.

Everyone is in a state of bewilderment.

Yan Feng is the same, and furthermore, just as all the fierce beasts shatter, he feels as if something inside his own body has shattered as well.

Yan Feng was the same, and furthermore, just as all the ferocious beasts shattered, he felt as if something within his body had shattered as well.

It was just a feeling, coming quickly and going just as fast.

He did not know what it was, nor did he have the heart to investigate.

Before them, what lay before their eyes was... what exactly had happened?

How was the situation in the Snake Letter World?

They instantly turned their attention to their wristbands.

Countless messages bombarded them, constantly refreshing the screen.

"What's going on!"

"All the fierce beasts have stopped!"

"They're all dead, the fierce beasts are all dead!"

"Is it the same for you guys?"

"Lao Wang, you son of a bitch, you're still alive!"

"Your old man is living just fine!"

"Haha..."

The messages were chaotic and disorganized; countless people had died in this battle, but many had also survived.

Yan Feng looked at these messages, feeling both incredibly sorrowful and deeply moved.

At this moment, the Military Commandant looked at the crowd and finally spoke: "The Army Lord has sent word, this battle... we have won."

"All invading enemies have been Slayed by a mysterious power."

"Won?"

"We survived..."

"The Snake Letter World... has been saved!"

A cheer erupted from within the crowd.

Army Lord Litian was covered in killing intent; he looked at the woman in green robes before him with a respectful expression on his face.

The woman in green robes nodded: "This battle... you all did very well."

"The matter you raised, I have already reported to the Yuan Palace."

"The Yuan Palace has reached a preliminary conclusion that it must have been a Five Saints Favored One who intervened, only... we do not know which one."

"A Five Saints Favored One?" Upon hearing this, Army Lord Litian's eyes revealed a look of gratitude.

If it was a Five Saints Favored One who intervened, then everything made sense.

The Five Saints Favored One is an extremely mysterious group, and they also possess immense prestige.

Each one is the most precious treasure of the Beast-Taming Great World.

"This matter will be investigated by our Yuan Palace; you do not need to concern yourself with it," the woman in green robes said, then she added inadvertently, "Regarding your proposal to reinforce the Snake Letter World, it has been rejected by the Yuan Palace."

"What? Rejected?" A look of dissatisfaction appeared on Army Lord Litian's face, "In the great battle a few days ago, our army suffered countless deaths, with less than thirty percent surviving; how are we to guard the Snake Letter World?"

"The Yuan Palace's opinion comes not only from the high-level officials but also from the Spirit of the Yuan Palace."

"The Spirit of the Yuan Palace integrated all information and reached this conclusion."

"Litian, not reinforcing the Snake Letter World is a decision based on the overall situation."

"Everything must prioritize the big picture."

The Spirit of the Yuan Palace is a combination of technology and Daoist Method.

Its computing power and data analysis capabilities are beyond what human power can compare to, and it can always find the optimal solution.

Therefore, if the Spirit of the Yuan Palace does not support increasing troops in the Snake Letter World, it means that other places are more suitable for reinforcements.

Army Lord Litian wore a bitter expression: "The big picture... means abandoning us here?"

"Litian, I have no choice either."

"If I were to give you reinforcements, leading to the fall of other worlds, what then?" The woman in green robes sighed, "You know that the Spirit of the Yuan Palace has no emotions, nor will it favor anyone, maintaining absolute fairness and justice."

"Our enemies are too powerful; necessary sacrifices are unavoidable."

Army Lord Litian fell silent.

He understood this logic as well.

However, as the side being abandoned, as the Army Lord of the Snake Letter World legion, he had to speak up for his soldiers.

He felt depressed inside, yet he was helpless.

He also knew that after experiencing such a great battle, the Snake Letter World would not easily start a major war in the short term, so not replenishing military strength was the optimal solution.

But small battles would still be countless, and the current Snake Letter World was severely weakened; even small-scale campaigns would cause huge casualties.

Meanwhile, inside the bookstore, Lin Chao closed the Gate.

His complexion was unusually pale, and blood was seeping from his back.

"Cough, cough..."

Lin Chao coughed, spitting out blood once again.

"Still too weak."

Lin Chao sighed.

This time, his intervention against Red Pupil could be said to be this avatar's full effort.

The battle was extremely difficult, and only at the very end was he able to consume Red Pupil.

After all, the Red Pupil that descended this time had the ability to consume an entire world.

Even for him now, dealing with it was particularly difficult.

But fortunately, he still won.

However, he was still severely wounded.

Having killed Red Pupil, his goal had been achieved, but he did not return; in the end, he struck once more, slaughtering all the fierce beasts.

His injuries were even more severe.

"It seems I must close the bookstore."

Lin Chao sighed.

His injuries were too heavy; he needed to enter a deep sleep to recover.

"But fortunately, the harvest this time is not bad."

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Chao's eyes.

In his hand, a red orb appeared.

The orb was crystal clear, filled with a blood-red color, and exceptionally eerie.

This was Red Pupil.

Now, he had slain Red Pupil; firstly, because the two were enemies, and secondly, because Red Pupil was of great use to him.

This concerned a plan of his.

"Closing the door..."

Lin Chao thought for a moment and shut the bookstore door completely.

This healing process would likely take eight years.

Half a year later, a figure arrived at the bookstore.

Looking at the closed bookstore, a look of disappointment appeared in the man's eyes.

"Closed? Left this place? That is fine too." The man held a Jade Slip, his gaze complex, and then he left, his back appearing exceptionally desolate.

One year later, a burly man appeared in the Snake Letter World.

He entered the previous battlefield, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Yuan Palace says it was a Five Saints Favored One who struck... but I have never seen such a method." The man was a White Tiger Favored One, and not an ordinary White Tiger Favored One at that.

He looked at this battlefield, a look of doubt appearing in his eyes.

"White Tiger Morning Call, silence across the four wilds.

All fierce beasts standing still does indeed fit the White Tiger Supernatural Power.

But... no one heard the White Tiger's call; that is strange."

White Tiger Morning Call is one of the three great Supernatural Powers of the White Tiger.

This kind of Supernatural Power can briefly freeze time and space.

It is similar to the situation that occurred on the battlefield.

However... White Tiger Morning Call is a sonic-type Supernatural Power.

The White Tiger emits a roar, the sound entering the ears, having different frequencies for different living beings.

At a certain frequency, achieving resonance with those fierce beasts causes them to have some illusions, with time and space standing still.

Cognition changes behavior.

This kind of method is like a god implanting a consciousness into your body; actually, you are already dead. Although you are a living person, once you accept the god's voice, you will believe you are truly dead, and subsequently die.

White Tiger Morning Call has the same effect.

Although White Tiger Morning Call is mainly aimed at fierce beasts, changing the cognition of fierce beasts with a special frequency, logically, ordinary people should also be able to hear this roar.

Yet, no one heard it.

"Is this really White Tiger Morning Call?"

"Or is it...?"

The middle-aged man could not figure it out.

"It seems I must go to the Holy Palace to consult ancient books; perhaps this is a variation of the White Tiger Supernatural Power, or perhaps... it is related to the origin of the Five Saints." The middle-aged man, with a look of doubt and a trace of excitement on his face, left the battlefield.

Time passed.

Lin Chao opened his eyes, his expression holding a trace of confusion, which then dissipated, turning into a sharp glint.

"The injuries are finally healed."

Lin Chao was in a good mood.

The injuries that originally required ten years to heal only took eight years.

Moreover, his strength had advanced a step further.

He probed his consciousness into his bracelet.

A notification caught his eye.

"Respected Mr. Lin, you have a pension to collect; please go to 307 Long Teng Jie Dao, Tai Wang Shi to collect it."

Lin Chao was stunned, and a faint sadness permeated the air.

This message was released a year ago.

He looked at the bracelet again and saw the three messages Yan Feng had sent.

The first was eight years ago, very short, only four characters.

"Safe travels."

The second, three years ago: "I have entered the Overlord realm, haha!"

The last one, two years ago: "I killed an Overlord, huge profit!"

Among them, there were no other words.

Lin Chao was silent.

The affairs of the world are like a gale.

Living in this world, death can be said to be a great tragedy.

Even if one masters powerful strength, one still cannot avoid the demise of all things.

Lin Chao thought of Ling Xuan.

Ling Xuan created the Small Reincarnation Method, likely because he could not bear to see old friends wither away.

Lin Chao left this place and hurried toward Big Prosperity City.

One hour later, Lin Chao appeared at a tombstone, a complex expression in his eyes.

He did not speak, placed a bouquet of flowers before the tombstone, and stood there quietly.

Thinking of something, he took out the red orb and placed it into the tombstone.

After making some arrangements, Lin Chao turned and left.

He was going to collect the pension.

Several years ago, Yan Feng had said he wanted the pension to be sent to the orphanage.

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Chao entered the office.

There were not many people at the Big Prosperity City office.

Lin Chao only waited in line for ten minutes before it was his turn.

The female clerk at the office looked up, looked at Lin Chao, and asked, "Collecting a pension? Whose? Name, identification number."

Lin Chao stated Yan Feng's name and identification number.

The clerk searched for something, then looked up at Lin Chao with a trace of confusion on her face: "The pension has already been collected."

"Collected?" Lin Chao was slightly stunned, many thoughts flashing through his mind.

"Who collected it?" Lin Chao's gaze turned cold and sharp. "If I remember correctly, the pension can only be collected by the beneficiary. I did not collect it, so how could the pension have been collected?"

The woman felt intimidated by Lin Chao's gaze, but she still said, "It shows here that the pension was indeed collected. As for what happened, I am not clear either. Is it possible... that you collected it before?"

"No." Lin Chao's voice was cold. "Can you check the specific details?"

The clerk looked troubled: "I can only see that it was collected last April, and the person who collected it... was you."

"Is that so?" Lin Chao's eyes showed a thoughtful expression. "In my situation, what should I do?"

The clerk was very hesitant.

Just then, a heavy voice came: "Sir, please come with me. Regarding your situation, let us go inside to handle it."

"Alright." Lin Chao looked at the person who had arrived and followed him into the room inside.

(End of this chapter)