nyslfriends Chapter 1792 Hesitation in Reporting the Battle!
Chapter 1792 Hesitation in Reporting the Battle!
Apparently!
These semi-saint realm experts had serious disagreements on major decisions.
A half-saint from the Bluefin Shark Clan, his face anxious and his voice ringing with the strength of metal, broke the brief silence:
"Everyone!
As you all know from the front-line battle reports, the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan and its minions, including all the semi-saint level experts, have come out in full force!
If we continue to stand by and do nothing, the excellent situation that our soldiers on the front lines have won with their blood will surely collapse quickly, and the consequences will be unimaginable!
As he spoke, steam rose around him, revealing his inner turmoil.
At this time.
Another figure, slender with vertically slit pupils, a half-saint from the sea serpent clan, slowly stepped forward.
He shook his head, his voice soft yet carrying a chilling edge:
"I also feel sorry for the lads of my clan who are fighting bloody battles, but to launch a reckless attack is no different from sending them to their deaths."
Please don't forget, the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's greatest strength in sweeping across the land wasn't just those half-Saints.
Rather, it was the unfathomable new clan leader—Shark Minghong!
He looked around at everyone, his tone becoming more forceful:
"If all of us were to mobilize, we could certainly suppress the situation temporarily."
It even defeated the half-saint of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan.
But what if—and I mean what if—Clan Chief Shark Minghong personally intervenes, and with a thunderous strike, how will we possibly withstand it?
He paused, then asked, almost word by word:
"Who! Can! Resist! It!"
These words were like ice water poured over their heads, causing the pro-war faction to freeze in their tracks.
"Not bad!"
A demigod clad in coral armor immediately echoed, his voice deep and resonant:
"It's not just a matter of chance, but if we make any rash moves, that Black Spirit Tiger Shark patriarch will definitely take action!"
This is beyond doubt.
If we fail to find a way to counter this, we will be walking into a trap, wiping out the alliance's elite forces!
"rational!"
A powerful semi-saint (of the Crystal Horn Clan) with a single, crystalline horn on his forehead said in a deep voice,
His eyes gleamed with calculation.
"unless……"
When it comes to those two key words...
He paused, his gaze seemingly casually drifting to the few Xuan Turtle Clan Half-Venerables in the main hall who possessed the most imposing auras and remained silent throughout.
They carried tortoise shells covered with mysterious patterns, as stable as a rock.
Meanwhile, the other half-saints from various races in the hall seemed to have been awakened, and their gazes all turned to the figure carrying the tortoise shell.
Those eyes held a searching, expectant look.
And an unavoidable pressure.
The focus of the entire hall instantly shifted.
See this.
The several half-saint cultivators of the Xuan Turtle Clan exchanged glances, a knowing look flashing in their eyes.
They naturally understood the underlying meaning in the eyes of these allies—
They were asking, or rather, hoping, for the legendary Nascent Soul Realm ancestor of their Xuan Turtle Clan!
Just as one of the Xuan Turtle Clan Half-Venerables, known for his fiery temper, frowned and was about to say something...
suddenly!
Standing at the forefront of the several semi-venerable members of the Xuan Turtle Clan...
The oldest member of the Xuan Turtle Clan, whose face was etched with wrinkles like the rings of an ancient tree, slightly raised his withered hand and gently waved to the clansmen behind him who were about to speak.
He gestured for them to calm down.
Only then did he calmly step forward.
His deep, ancient gaze slowly swept around, taking in the expressions of every half-saint. Then, in a voice carrying the weight of time yet still exuding authority, he spoke unhurriedly:
"I understand the concerns and expectations of my fellow Daoists."
Speaking of which,
He paused slightly, as if choosing his words carefully, before continuing, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable weight:
“Our clan does indeed still have an ancestor at the Nascent Soul stage in charge.”
Mentioning the Nascent Soul Ancestor caused all the powerful figures in the hall to pause.
however,
The elder then changed the subject:
"However, the ancestor has been asleep for far too long, and forcibly awakening him has already greatly depleted his vital energy, making it impossible for him to fully recover immediately."
It is even more impossible to immediately return to peak condition.
It needs time to stabilize.
Hear the words.
The semi-saint level experts inside the main hall were not fools.
He instantly understood the underlying meaning in the words of the Xuan Turtle Clan elder.
It is clear!
The Xuan Turtle Clan's biggest trump card—
The Nascent Soul Demon Lord may have already been alerted.
They may even have already awakened.
But their strength has definitely not recovered to its peak!
We are most likely in a critical recovery phase right now and cannot be easily deployed.
Or rather, they are unable to face potential rivals of the same level at their peak.
For example, that mysterious and powerful Shark Minghong!
This news was like a boulder thrown into an already turbulent lake, causing the hearts of all the powerful figures present to sink once again.
Hope seems to be just around the corner...
Yet, a thin veil separates them, making the situation even more unpredictable.
Just as the group of half-saint level experts in the main hall fell silent due to the unclear state of the Xuan Turtle Clan's Nascent Soul Ancestor,
When a suffocating heaviness and anxiety filled the air...
call out--!
A sharp streak of light pierced through the protective glow surrounding the palace.
Like a shooting star tearing through the night sky, it shot straight into the hall, breaking the deathly silence and solemnity.
The light faded, revealing a figure.
That was a minor demon carrying a light-colored tortoise shell, whose cultivation level was only at the Golden Core stage.
At this moment, his face was deathly pale, and his demonic energy was in disarray. It was clear that he had exerted all his strength and spared no effort to arrive so quickly.
He suddenly knelt down on one knee with a thud, his head bowed deeply.
His voice trembled noticeably with extreme fear and urgency as he hoarsely reported:
"Report——!"
"Esteemed Ancestors!"
Frontline... Urgent report from the frontline!
Our side has already lost dozens of Nascent Soul Realm demon lords!
The Black Tiger Shark Clan's offensive was too fierce, causing heavy losses to our high-level combat forces, and moreover...
And the number of those that have fallen continues to increase!
The little demon's voice was choked with sobs, filled with despair:
"The front-line defenses are shaky and could collapse completely at any moment!"
This urgent report, like a death knell, resounded throughout the hall like a thunderclap!
in an instant,
The gazes of all the half-saints in the hall, like dozens of tangible swords, instantly focused on this insignificant messenger demon.
The terrifying pressure from more than twenty half-saint realm beings, though not intentionally released, was merely the unconscious concentration of their gazes and the tremors of their emotions that caused the energy to transform into a rolling, invisible torrent, crushing down upon them!
"Well……"
The Golden Core demon felt as if several ancient divine mountains were pressing down on him, his bones creaking, his blood and qi flowing backward, and his soul on the verge of being shattered.
He groaned, his body, lying prostrate on the ground, trembling violently.
Even breathing became extremely difficult.
It seemed that he was about to perish completely under this immense pressure.
Immediately!
The elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan, seated at the head of the table, suddenly flicked his sleeve, releasing a gentle yet powerful force.
In an instant, the terrifying pressure that was crushing down on the little demon vanished without a trace.
At the same time, he spoke extremely quickly, with an undeniable air of authority, and shouted:
What's the panic!
"Calm down! Quickly present the battle report jade slip!"
"Yes Yes!"
The little demon, having survived the ordeal, felt as if he had been granted a pardon. His voice still trembled, but he dared not be negligent in the slightest.
He hurriedly took out a specially made jade slip from his bosom, which emitted a faint spiritual light and was engraved with the unique mark of the Xuan Turtle Clan. He raised it high with both hands and respectfully held it above his head.
next moment.
The jade slip seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, transforming into a stream of emerald green light.
As if possessing a spirit, it swept low across the sky above the main hall.
It landed precisely in the withered yet rock-solid palm of the Xuan Turtle Clan's elder.
Just as the elder was about to probe the jade slip with his divine sense to check the details...
aside,
A half-elder from the Xuan Turtle Clan, with a kinder appearance, glanced at the almost limp Golden Core demon on the ground, whose body was still trembling slightly, and sighed inwardly.
He then waved his hand imperceptibly, signaling him to leave immediately.
Staying here would be torture for this little demon every moment.
See this.
The golden-core demon seemed to have heard the most beautiful decree in the world.
Followed by.
Despite being nearly exhausted, the little demon hastily bowed deeply in the direction of the assembled half-saint level experts.
He then scrambled out of the hall, which he felt was as oppressive and terrifying as purgatory, almost crawling on his hands and feet.
However, none of the half-saint level experts from different races in the main hall paid any attention to the little demon's departure.
Instead, they all focused intently on the seemingly ordinary jade slip in the hand of the Xuan Turtle Clan's elder.
Every gaze was filled with urgency and gravity.
And a hint of barely perceptible fear.
Meanwhile, the old man of the Xuan Turtle Clan's patriarch, Ku, turned from blue to black, his face so somber it seemed to drip water.
His knuckles were white from clenching his fists, and a faint, dark ripple emanated from his body.
That was a sign of a violent upheaval in one's mind and a near loss of control over one's demonic power.
The assembled half-saint level experts in the hall, with their exceptional eyesight, had already taken in this change in expression, and their hearts sank.
An ominous premonition spread like a cold tide.
Countless thoughts churned in their minds:
"Judging from the appearance of the Xuan Turtle Clan's elder, could it be that the front line has already collapsed?"
Otherwise, how could things have come to this!
"The Xuan Turtle Clan is known for its composure, yet even he has lost his composure like this..."
Could it be that our men have suffered heavy casualties?
"If the Xuan Turtle Clan's Nascent Soul Demon Lord does not emerge from seclusion to turn the tide, how can any egg remain intact when the nest is overturned?"
"I have no choice but to abandon some of my descendants and flee to a distant land with my bloodline and the flame of my legacy!"
"..."
Various speculations, tinged with anxiety and fear, intertwined in the silence.
The atmosphere inside the main hall was so heavy it was almost suffocating.
Just in time!
The elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly put down the jade slip that was shimmering with a faint spiritual light.
The moment the jade slip left my fingertip—
"Brother Tao!"
The impatient Crystal Horn Clan Half-Saint could no longer contain himself and abruptly stood up. His long, translucent horn on his forehead crackled with electricity as he reacted to his excitement.
"Has the war situation truly deteriorated to this extent?"
"It's only been a few days!"
What message is contained in the jade slip?
Please enlighten us, fellow Daoist, so that we may have a clear understanding!
The other half-saint beside him hurriedly echoed, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.
Faced with a barrage of questions, the Xuan Turtle Clan's elder simply waved his hand wearily, his voice hoarse as he said:
"Fine, you...see for yourselves."
The voice has not fallen,
With a flick of his sleeve, the jade slip containing detailed battle reports from the front lines floated lightly to the Crystal Horn Clan's half-saint.
The Crystal Horn Clan Half-Saint didn't stand on ceremony, grabbing the jade slip and eagerly immersing his divine sense into it.
next moment,
His body trembled violently, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and a violent aura erupted uncontrollably, causing cracks to appear on the black jade chair beneath him.
"Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan! You have gone too far!"
"You're not a human being! You're not a human being at all—!"
He was like a madman, roaring hoarsely, his voice filled with endless grief and indignation.
"They completely disregarded the ancient rules, not only slaughtering our demon lords on a massive scale..."
They don't even spare...the weak demons who haven't yet grown up!
In a short period of time, the blood of thousands of ethnic groups… thousands of ethnic groups stained the sea red!
With this remark,
The entire audience was shocked, and then their anger flared.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
"Let's fight those tiger shark pups!"
Roars rose and fell, and powerful demonic energy surged into the sky, causing the spiritual light within the hall to flicker wildly.
Each of the half-saints had a face filled with raging fury, as if they were about to rush out of the hall and fight the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan to the death.
however,
Beneath this passionate facade, these old monsters, who have lived for countless years, are as clear-headed as a mirror.
They were well aware that in a brutal war for the survival of a race, resorting to any means necessary was the norm.
If it were them, they might have used even more ruthless methods.
The tacit understanding that once existed between those in the same realm and that seniors were not allowed to interfere has become as fragile as a bubble in the face of the decisive battle between factions.
The anger at this moment is partly due to genuine heartache over the ethnic casualties.
The other half is the posture that must be shown to allies, especially to the Xuan Turtle Clan.
Amidst shouts of battle and bloodshed...
The Sea Serpent Clan Half-Saint, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, turned his icy vertical pupils once again toward the Xuan Turtle Clan Elder in the main seat.
His voice was hoarse, yet it clearly drowned out the noise in the hall:
"Elder," he slowly rose, the scales around his body making a soft rustling sound with each movement.
"The situation is extremely precarious, and we have nowhere to retreat."
Every loss of elite troops at the front lines means a break in the lineage of our various ethnic groups.
If our noble ancestor does not reappear, and our foundation is completely destroyed, even if the Demon Lord were to descend upon the world, I fear it would be too late to save us!
I implore the elders, to prioritize the survival of all races!
After all,
He bowed deeply to the elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan, adopting an extremely humble posture.
It was as if they had received a silent command...
The other half-saints in the hall also fell silent instantly, exchanged glances, and then rose in unison, bowing respectfully towards the main seat, their voices forming a heavy, resounding wave:
"Please, Elder, consider the greater good!"
"We implore the clan elders to summon the Demon Lord!"
"..."
As the elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan looked down at the bowing figures below, the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen, and a fierce struggle surged in his eyes.
How could he not know that this was another form of coercion?
No way!
These half-Saint level old monsters will surely lead their clan's elite forces in retreat...
At that time, the Black Tiger Shark Clan will surely advance unimpeded!
The Xuan Turtle Clan will have to face...
The Black Tiger Shark Clan's expeditionary force sweeps across all directions!
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