Chapter 1398: Chen Ling's Warning

Chapter 1399: Chen Ling's Warning

Inside the deathly silent palace, Chen Ling slowly sat up from the bed.

As if sensing something, he raised a hand to wipe away blood from the corner of his mouth. A fragmented insect carcass lay unconsciously spat out on the ground, as if to prove that what had just happened was no dream.

"Thank me for my contribution to the disaster?" Chen Ling frowned, unable to decipher the meaning of Sizai's last words. "What... contribution did I make?"

Unable to understand, Chen Ling simply stopped trying. With a head still hazy from a hangover, he stood up, pulled a radio from the edge of the throne, and listened intently.

For the past two days, the channels of the major realms had carried no significant news. The front-line combat remained in a stalemate. This months-long war of attrition had exhausted everyone's spirit, and residents of the realms no longer paid as much attention to the front-line situation. After all, life had to go on. Unbeknownst to them, war had gradually infiltrated their daily lives.

However, Chen Ling, who had just finished the Doomsday Conference, discerned a different flavor in this apparent calm.

"The calm before the storm, perhaps..." Chen Ling sighed softly. After a moment's thought, he muttered to himself, "Or maybe I should still warn them?"

Chen Ling slowly closed his eyes on the throne.

A moment later, a wisp of darkness gradually stained the large red opera robe.

"General Jian!"

"General Jian is back!"

At the front line of the Xuanyu Realm, a weary figure in tattered armor walked along a desolate long road. Blood-stained hair strands were scattered over his shoulders, matted and solidified from prolonged combat.

The moment they saw him, several reporters and citizens wearing volunteer armbands rushed forward. But before they could get close, they were repulsed by the intensely strong smell of blood emanating from him, almost gagging on the spot.

"Don't come near me." The armored figure raised his eyelids, scanning them wearily. "If your souls are harmed by my killing aura, I won't be responsible..."

After uttering a faint remark, he bypassed the crowd and walked directly towards a nearby military tent.

Watching his retreating back, several people couldn't recover their wits, even forgetting to take photos. It wasn't until someone couldn't hold it in and ran to the side to retch that they regained their senses.

"Such a strong smell of blood... How many disasters has General Jian killed?"

"I don't know, but I heard he fought on the front line for two days and two nights before coming back. There must have been hundreds of them, right?"

"Fought for two days and two nights?! Doesn't he get tired?"

"General Jian is always like this every time he goes to the battlefield. He won't return until he's utterly exhausted from killing."

"How formidable..."

"Damn it, who took photos just now?? We'd have today's news for the newspaper!"

Under the flashing camera lights, Jian Changsheng lifted the tent flap and stepped inside.

Behind the tent flap, a figure in a Tang suit and small round sunglasses lay sprawled on a rocking chair, looking utterly exhausted. In the corner of the tent beside him, a patch of freshly disturbed soil subtly revealed a small portion of a snow-white head, perfectly still, like a newly planted white radish.

Seeing Jian Changsheng return, covered in blood, the reclining Sun Bumian glanced at him and spoke with a hint of resignation: "I say, aren't you pushing yourself a bit too hard?"

"Since I promised the Xuanyu Base to give it my all, of course, I must deliver." Just as Jian Changsheng was about to sit on a nearby stool, Sun Bumian voluntarily got up and offered him his rocking chair.

Jian Changsheng didn't refuse, settling directly onto it and reclining completely, letting out a comfortable groan.

"You go to the battlefield every day after waking up, and only return when you're exhausted from killing. This has been going on for months... Can your body withstand it if this continues?" Sun Bumian asked, leaning against a pillar with a frown.

"Don't forget, I am an Asura... This level of intensity is nothing to me." Jian Changsheng raised his scarred palm, a faint glow flickering in his eyes. "And thanks to months of continuous fighting, I feel... I'm close to a breakthrough again."

"Damn, you're really a monster," Sun Bumian muttered.

The role of Asuras in war is beyond doubt, and such large-scale battlefields are also fertile ground for Asuras to advance.

In recent months, Jian Changsheng had killed many times more disasters than Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua combined. On the entire battlefield, he was an absolute pillar, which was why they had become honored guests of the Xuanyu Realm, and Jian Changsheng's reputation among the populace had reached an astonishing level.

To outsiders, Jian Changsheng was the invincible General Jian, but only Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua knew the true extent of the effort he put in behind the scenes.

Sun Bumian walked to the corner of the tent to pour Jian Changsheng a cup of water. Just as he was about to turn and hand it to him, a faint snore emanated from the rocking chair.

Sun Bumian: "..."

Sun Bumian silently tilted his head back and drank the water himself, preparing to find any stool to rest on for a while. The next second, Jian Changsheng on the rocking chair shuddered, tumbling to the ground with the chair!

Thud—!

A dull thud echoed within the tent.

Sun Bumian's expression changed. His ringed pupils immediately scanned the surroundings as he spoke with full alert: "Enemy attack?? Where's the enemy??"

Even Jiang Xiaohua, sleeping in the ground, was startled. A white-haired head popped out of the earth with a "pop," looking around bewildered.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Jian Changsheng stumbled to his feet, holding onto the rocking chair, a trace of confusion in his eyes. "I just... seemed to dream of Red Heart?"

"What?" Sun Bumian was startled. "He sent you a dream? What did he tell you?"

All three of the '6-generation' individuals knew Chen Ling's abilities, so they absolutely did not believe Jian Changsheng's dream was that simple. It was highly probable that Chen Ling, from the Ghost Mockery Abyss, was using a thought storm to transmit some kind of information to them.

"I just... seemed to fall asleep, and then he directly slapped me." Jian Changsheng rubbed his cheek, racking his brain to recall. "And then... I woke up..."

"Woke up? That's it?"

"Seems like that's it..."

No sooner had Jian Changsheng finished speaking than the tent flap was suddenly blown open by a fierce gust of wind.

All three looked towards the doorway simultaneously, only to see a figure draped in a large red opera robe standing there, its presence unnoticed until now. The robe fluttered wildly in the storm, and the person's face was mostly obscured by the flapping cloth...

"Red Heart??" Sun Bumian exclaimed in surprise.

"They are about to launch a full-scale attack," a calm voice stated from outside the tent. "Warn all major realms to prepare for battle."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

A hurricane, carrying sand and dust, swept past the tent entrance. The red-robed figure vanished into the sandstorm, leaving no trace.

The next second, Jian Changsheng, Sun Bumian, and Jiang Xiaohua, who had been sleeping inside the tent, simultaneously jolted awake!!