Chapter 114: Chapter 114

In an instant, every bit of consciousness in the seven individuals was suppressed except a single thought, which was to obey this voice’s command.

They then returned to their own bodies in a daze, and opened their Storage Brocade Pouches obediently, handing over the Dandelion Killer they had already divided among themselves.

Even the portion they had originally intended to give to the Devin Family was handed over.

The King of Souls suddenly sensed a large wave of bones rushing towards him. He took a deep breath, pulled the Dandelion Killer into his body, and transformed into a puff of black smoke, disappearing without a trace!

In the Extinct Village, York Gordon and the others woke up suddenly: What just happened?

Why was I manipulated?!

Where is the Dandelion Killer? Where did all my Dandelion Killer go?!

Cold sweat trickled down. Everyone understood what this meant! They would be able to do whatever they wanted in the Extinct Village, protected by those behind them, because of the Dandelion Killer.

The four old Officiants had put everything on the line for this one time, otherwise they would turn into a handful of yellow soil when their lifespans were exhausted.

But now, everything was over...

Who knows when the next Magic Wave will come.

How could this happen...

At this moment, who would have the mind to consider the forthcoming task of dominating the Gold Soil? It was a matter of life and death.

Oddly at this time, a strange rattling sound transmitted from all directions, as if someone from the top of the mountain, dropped down a large basket of walnuts.

Countless Skull Heads, large and small, rolled into the Extinct Village from all directions.

Nothing in the world was an obstacle to these Skull Heads. They rolled over hills, over rivers — there were Fierce Fish in the river that couldn’t keep their eyes away, pouncing to attack, but they were bitten in half by the Skull Heads who then disgustingly spat them out.

Countless Skull Heads laughed wickedly together, their ferocity surging fiercely, truly resembling a peerless devil.

"Where is the Dandelion Killer, hand it obediently over to me, otherwise..." But before the Lord of the Skeleton Sea finished speaking, he saw York Gordon and the Old Fisher leading the other five individuals to fiercely launch their attack, their various Magical Instruments and talismans charging towards him with a desperate stance!

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea was enraged, "Do you think I’m easy to bully?!

He knew he came late, but previously when you faced that whore and the old man, you were as docile as chickens; why when it comes to me, do you think you’re capable?

Do you think I can’t draw my sword anymore?!

He just didn’t know that these people had already despaired, putting all their fears and anger out, gone all out.

Countless Skull Heads instantly soared into the sky, their jaws opening and closing, snapping towards those Magical Instruments and talismans. The Tire-4 Magical Artifact broke instantly, turning into a sky filled with debris.

The same was the outcome for the talismans.

These were their life-long treasures of the seven people; once damaged, the harm directly affected them. The seven people, including York Gordon, spat out blood furiously and their bodies weakened considerably.

Seven expanding Skull Heads each opened their mouths wide and swallowed the seven humans, the ghostly fire rolling, began refining!

York Gordon calmed down and fell to his knees with a thump, "There really aren’t any Dandelion Killers left, we’re not refusing to give, there’s really not a single one left..."

York Gordon collapsed, crying out in pain.

Is it that we’re weak, and thus should be bullied?

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea was extremely annoyed, he also regretted arriving late. With a one in ten thousand chance of luck, he shouted, "Open up the Storage Brocade Pouch!"

The seven obediently opened their Storage Brocade Pouches, the Lord of the Skeleton Sea looked over them, indeed, there was none left...Among his countless skulls, there was one who had been a seasoned thief in life, who woke to his senses amidst national calamity, enlisted in the army, and ultimately died on the battlefield.

Now, under the Lord of the Skeleton Sea’s wrath, this mischievous skull sprang into action – there’s no such thing as an empty trip for a thief!

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea swept up everything in the storage brocade pouch clean - there were still quite a few good items inside, which could be sold off at the Ghost Market.

Then, seven gigantic skulls aglow with ghost fires opened their mouths and spat out the seven men. "Trash!"

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea, extremely frustrated, suddenly turned his attention to the ordinary military officers. With a fierce shout, a phosphorescent ghost fire surged, engulfing the entire village, "Bring forth the hidden Dandelion Killer!"

If he swings and no one’s there, oh well.

Unexpectedly, one military officer tumbled out of a hole in the ground in a sorry state, shaking like a leaf. He knelt, hands raised high, presenting a Dandelion Killer.

This Dandelion Killer was more than two feet long, ranking it among the top three prizes in York Gordon and his team’s haul!

York Gordon was both exasperated and angry, but he dared not blow up now. The seven bigwigs stared murderously at the military officer.

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea roared, "Open all your storage brocade pouches!"

Hundreds of military officers, Chief Flags, Prescotts obediently opened their storage brocade pouches. The Lord of the Skeleton Sea sent out hundreds of skull heads to search, but was eventually forced to accept the reality: these military officers were way too honest, only one of them had actually hoarded something!

Worthless lot, what weaklings you are!

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea, in keeping with his thief’s temperament, angrily emptied all the storage brocade pouches. Although there weren’t many good things inside, if I’m annoyed, I’m taking it all!

Finally, with a roar, the Lord of the Skeleton Sea scooped up the Dandelion Killer, transformed into a hundred-foot tall giant skeleton, and trudged off with thunderous steps.

The more the Lord of the Skeleton Sea thought, the angrier he got. That wench and the old man must have raked in a fortune. When the Honored Lord returns and they present a mountain of Dandelion Killers, he’d only be able to offer this pitiful one. Where would he put his face?

The angrier he got, he spotted a giant rock beside him. With an enraged kick, he smashed the rock to smithereens.

Wait, what’s this that stubbed my toe?

The skeletal toes probed and picked out a small Dandelion Killer from the rubble.

This "small" was in comparison to his colossal body. This piece of Dandelion Killer was a whopping four feet long!

York Gordon and the others saw this and felt like crying, but couldn’t. So, we were the only ones who couldn’t find any, huh? Too much! Not only did they ransack all our Dandelion Killers, they added insult to injury at the end?

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea’s mood improved somewhat. Having such a large piece saved him some face, at least.

Then he thought about the Corpse Fiend, that oafish creature. He had none at all, just hopped off: thud, thud, thud...

The Extinct Village was a mess.

That night, York Gordon and his team didn’t sleep a wink, they didn’t even have the energy to deal with the Dandelion Killer-hoarding military officer. They were busy discussing how to explain the situation to the people behind them. The four old officiants sat dumbly on the ground, their expressions sombre.

In the middle of the night, a giant beast arrived, almost crushing them all to death.

Owen Bertram, however, slept soundly.

Steal all your Dandelion Killers, and you still have the cheek to plot against me?

At this point, York Gordon and the others’ only choice was to sacrifice the so-called Gold Soil to appease their dependable backers’ rage. But the problem was, the four old officiants might not agree.

If they kept the Gold Soil, they had the chance to exchange its yield for life-extending treasures.

Internal dispute it is, then.

You thought your "bright future" had been thrown into ruin by a simple twist of fate. Tastes good, doesn’t it?

But this is only the beginning.