Chapter 386: Chapter 386

Due to the urgency and heavy nature of the task, the Blood Demon directly changed the mission objective.

"Blood Magic: Blood Clone Technique."

Strands of blood-red evil qi shot out from the Blood Demon’s fingertips, falling into the Blood River below.

The Blood River squirmed, the surface bubbling like boiling water as countless shadows emerged from it.

At first, they were just blobs, but upon contact with the air, they gradually took on human form.

And they looked exactly like the Blood Demon.

"This way, I won’t worry about the Flood Dragon taking me out directly."

The clones created by the Blood Demon transformed into blood mist, disappearing in mid-air.

Upon learning that the bait had undergone a massive change, the researchers at the Imperial Capital Research Institute immediately began working on the formula and evaluated the feasibility of the bait.

Especially after the formula in Lan Fa’s hands was sent back, the researchers’ faces turned as dark as ink.

They realized the severity of the situation.

The formula had an additional drug, which could cause a violent explosion.

Moreover, the more thunder absorbed, the stronger the explosion.

The most incredible thing was that the formula had clearly been sent from the Imperial Capital.

But when the Flood Dragon received it, an additional drug name had been added.

In other words, someone had tampered with it.

Who had such skill, and who was so bold and reckless, disregarding their fellow countrymen in the Flame Country...

Thus, the higher-ups issued an order that during crises, the formula must be cross-checked with those on the other side to ensure accuracy before declaring the handover complete.

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The plan to tame the Thunderbirds was completely shattered, and it might even provoke a Flaming Leopard siege.

This may well be the true intent of the mastermind — to plunge the Flame Country into chaos.

Thus, the five Marshals issued an order demanding the truth be uncovered.

"The current situation is temporarily stable, and the Flaming Leopards have spontaneously entered the Secret Realm Space."

"We will have some downtime next."

The number of Thunderbirds in the sky dwindled, flying off like dogs being chased.

They transformed into streaks of light and disappeared.

"I wonder if Ye Bai really found a way to intercept the Thunderbirds."

"The last wave of Thunderbird attacks cost us dearly."

"Stone Lions are gestating, many Pet Beast Masters were injured."

Among the Pet Beast Masters, the Flood Dragon even saw an old man with white hair.

He was at the forefront, riding a Flying Dragon.

"Everyone, take some time to recover first."

"Maintenance team, reinforce the South Heaven Gate Fortress."

"And urge the electric team about when the Protective Barrier can be repaired."

"Medical team, begin treatment immediately."

The Flood Dragon instructed methodically.

Soon everyone was carrying out their duties, with severely injured Pet Beast Masters and Pets receiving immediate treatment.

"Fang Ritu, I have a favor to ask."

"Help me go ten kilometers away to the Heroic Cemetery. I want to know what’s happening there now."

Fang Ritu nodded, "Flood Dragon, you’re worried that the Corpse Speaker might be hard to handle, right?"

"Plus, so many Thunderbirds rushed over there."

"Alright, I’ll set off immediately."

Fang Ritu shrank two Golden Giant Hammers to the size of thumbs, tucked them into her palm, and then leapt down from the South Heaven Gate Fortress.

She dove headfirst, relishing the thrill of the fall, then shifted direction midair, landing gracefully on the ground.

A large number of Thunderbirds, drawn by Celestial Dew, had entered the Secret Realm Space.

The Thunder Crow and Big Gray were currently joining forces, attacking the Corpse Speaker.

One of the Corpse Speaker’s arms had been severed, but his expression was unfazed.

He reattached the arm at the break, and numerous tiny blood threads emerged, connecting with the severed limb.

Soon it was as good as new.

Damn, these two were too troublesome, not to mention the Thunderbirds lurking around.

The Corpse Speaker had a vague urge to escape.

But having just completed Ultimate Sublimation as a Tier Eight powerhouse, fleeing in disgrace would be a stain on the Corpse Speaker’s honor.

"No choice, I’ll have to fight for my life."

The Corpse Speaker took a deep breath and pulled the thorn embedded in his head.

If Ye Bai were in the Secret Realm Space, he would have surely spotted the Corpse Speaker’s anomaly.

Black qi billowed out, the blood-red aura on him turned even more frenzied.

The two short blades in his hands transformed into sharp longswords under the black qi’s influence.

The sheer number of Thunderbirds made the Secret Realm sky crackle with static.

Currents rained down, crashing heavily on the Corpse Speaker locked in combat with Big Gray.

Even a few trickles of current hit Big Gray, but mastering the Thunder Axe made him immune to Electric Skills’ damage.

The Corpse Speaker was harshly suppressed, and within this Secret Realm, his power was reduced by thirty percent.

Zhang Lingxue stood outside the Secret Realm, watching the Thunderbirds dive into the spatial ripples without looking back.

"Ye Bai, can we trap the Corpse Speaker here this time?"

"Otherwise, more Pets or Pet Beast Masters will suffer."

Though powerful, the Corpse Speaker faced a barrage of electric currents raining down, leaving him questioning his existence.

This lightning, so fierce and heavy, struck the open ground of the Secret Realm, creating an unfathomable crater.

This troubled the Corpse Speaker.

He had refined himself into a Corpse Puppet, his body full of Yin Qi.

He was originally invulnerable, impervious to water and fire, but as the thunderbolts fell from the sky, striking him repeatedly.

Balancing Yin and Yang, the Corpse Speaker’s once Ultimate Sublimation power waned.

His movements gradually slowed.

After all, with so many Thunderbirds gathered, even one lightning per Thunderbird made a formidable number and power.

The Corpse Speaker felt like a frog in warm water, wanting to leap out of this cage, but unable to leave the Secret Realm Space.

The Corpse Speaker’s Ultimate Sublimation power was worn away by the Thunderbirds and Big Gray.

The evil qi swirling around his body was torn apart by the thunder.

The Corpse Speaker’s eyes had grown incredibly murky.

Big Gray raised the Mjolnir, striking the Corpse Speaker heavily.

A whoosh split the air, the Corpse Speaker’s eyes reflected the glint of the icy axe.

A head flew off, a wild current blasted where the Corpse Speaker had stood.

An unfathomable pit appeared.

The Corpse Speaker recalled being human, having turned himself into a Corpse Puppet in his quest for immortality using a family Forbidden Curse.

Becoming a Corpse Puppet, he lost human emotions, his personality growing increasingly volatile, and eventually he aimed to turn cherished things and people into puppets.

When recruited by the Death God Association’s leader, he was already a formidable force.

He was now seeing his life flash before his eyes.

Is being immortal really so great?

Tasting nothing, food like wax in his mouth.

A puppet, yet yearning to become a human, for his heart was cold.

He longed to feel his heart beating.

Alas, there’s no "what if."

If time could be rewritten, he’d surely want to bask in the sun, savoring the elements.

The more one obsesses over something, the easier it slips away, too late for regrets by then.

Big Gray swung the Mjolnir again, splitting the Corpse Speaker’s head in two.

The Corpse Speaker fell.