Chapter 445: The Demon Calamity

Future Talisman.

Still the Future Talisman.

For a moment, matters concerning the Future Talisman overwhelmed everything else.

It was the most heated topic in the world, undisputedly number one on the trending list, with nothing else comparable.

The Demon Master sat cross-legged atop a massive rock, his expression calm as he gazed at a beam of light ahead.

Eight-Armed Asura – Qing Luo, Grand Administrator of the Demon Heaven Palace.

After the Demon Master entered seclusion, it was this one who held authority.

“Serve the dishes! Whatever you have, bring it all. If any one of us is dissatisfied, you won’t be coming back.” Zhan Wushuang’s face was icy, his killing intent growing stronger by the moment, a fierce urge to slaughter a million miles surging within him.

Two lean men in black suits stepped out of the vehicle, scanning left and right, occasionally glancing toward the hotel as if trying to pierce through its layers of barriers to find their target.

Fury did not introduce Thanos, nor explain why Thanos attacked Earth, but he had a gut feeling that Xiao Lin understood all of this better than he did.

He then cracked open more raw stones, and finally extracted a palm-sized piece of yang-green jade, sufficient to fill the Jade of Everlasting Life Array’s requirements, before stopping.

She finally gave in, collapsing onto Xu Wei’s back and falling into a deep sleep, even emitting a soft snore.

“What service?” Zhong Tian’s head still buzzed, but he had heard Fu Chen’s words, and mumbled in confusion.

The entire mine tunnel had no branches; in this enclosed space, sound waves could not disperse. If the exit sealed itself or the earth shifted, there must have been some sound. But if something strange like in the Spirit Tomb occurred—some force beyond comprehension at work—it would be no surprise.

This kind of thing was bound to happen sooner or later, it just came a little early. I deserve it all. Greed makes a snake swallow an elephant—I was too lustful, too greedy. I already had Xin Xin, yet still eyed what was in the pot while eating from the bowl.

After Chen Fei gave me instructions, he left. Sure, I grumbled, but I was genuinely grateful. Zhang Bin held so much power in Mingde’s faction, yet Chen Fei, at this moment, didn’t distance himself from me—he stepped forward to defend me. He truly lived up to Xin Xin’s request.

Murong Qiufeng, as the patriarch, worried deeply about how to get Duan Wuhen to agree to help.

“Why do you want to see me?” Ye Zhiyu didn’t want to beat around the bush. She couldn’t understand: if she already knew her identity, why go through such roundabout efforts, spending so long just to meet her?

The boy stared at her intently for a long while, then seemed to relax, exhaled, and buried his head once more into the crook of her neck.

Qingxin suddenly stood up, having completely forgotten she was inside the Black Iron Cage, and slammed into the bars—pain searing through her.

“Uh! I meant, how did I end up here?” Lu Yue rolled her eyes. Her previous answer amounted to nothing.

Luo Xi couldn’t see the black-clad figure’s expression, so she didn’t realize they had just increased their killing intent toward her. She wasn’t curious about why this sudden stranger wanted to kill her—but that didn’t mean she’d let herself be manipulated.

“Alright, let’s head back to the city first. You’ll need to handle some formalities at the Mercenary Guild to disband your Rose Mercenary Team. I’ll go back to base with Gu Feng and Feiyang. After you disband your studio, come join us—officially become part of the Night Owl.” Ye Feng smiled at Gu Xiaoe.

The tall man threw his head back and laughed loudly, then suddenly fell silent. This abrupt shift in demeanor made Xiao Ya and her subordinates deeply uneasy. Yet none of them showed it on their faces.