The Sword God of the Universe-Chapter 923: Arriving at the Camp

Jing Yan and Mr. Zhong were swiftly advancing in the Flame Land.

"These materials..." On the ground of the Flame Land, there could occasionally be seen some burnt black materials that had turned into waste.

"It seems many martial artists have already perished." Mr. Zhong shook his head and sighed, "Some precious materials in the holy artifacts are tough enough to withstand the Destruction Fire. However, they have lost their original value in essence."

"These materials are remnants from the holy artifacts carried by the martial artists?" Jing Yan focused his gaze.

"It should be so. If my guess is correct, these martial artists come from the Sky Sacred Hall. After the war between humans and gods, due to the guardianship of Lord Chen Long, nearly all Saint Realm martial artists from the human territory went to the Sky Sacred Hall because they had to leave the human territory. On the other hand, quite a number of Saint Realm martial artists of Despair Abyss stayed in the Five Divine Domains."

"There are quite a few human Saints among the original inhabitants of the Sky Sacred Hall." Mr. Zhong slowly said, "We should be able to catch up with those martial artists from the Sky Sacred Hall. They have more numbers, and even with powerful defense holy artifacts for protection, their speed would not be great."

"Hmm." Jing Yan nodded in agreement.

Since the materials on the ground had essentially lost their value, both Mr. Zhong and Jing Yan did not bother to collect these waste materials. Even if they were extremely valuable previously, they had now become meaningless.

The two of them had not traveled for long.

They had already seen two light screens.

Under these two light screens were the Natives Camp and the Divine Race Camp. The number of humans in the Natives Camp was significantly larger than that of the Divine Race Camp, and their light screen was much larger as well.

Seeing these two light screens, Jing Yan quickened the stimulation of his Primordial Energy, accelerating their pace. Jing Yan had already seen figures flickering ahead of the larger light screen.

"This... is too much." Mr. Zhong shook his head, "To speed up the journey, making martial artists leave the protection of the holy artifacts to scout ahead—how many must die for this?"

"Fellow Daoist Jing Yan, that is the Natives Camp. The Natives Camp has more people, thus their defense light screen is larger," Mr. Zhong looked at Jing Yan.

Jing Yan’s face also turned colder.

The two gradually approached the Natives’ defense light screen.

"Hiss!"

Jing Yan saw that the martial artist scouting ahead before the light screen was incinerated to ashes by the Destruction Fire.

"Honorable Lords! Seven martial artists from our Heavenly Origin Continent have already died while scouting. Isn’t it time for martial artists from other continents to go?" Yi Xiang’s face was livid.

From the moment several half-step Void God experts sent martial artists from Heavenly Origin Continent to scout until now, a total of seven Saint Realm martial artists from Heavenly Origin Continent had already died.

The longest those sent out lasted was less than half a cup of tea’s time, and that was only because they were lucky enough to avoid several attacks from the Destruction Fire. The shortest lived only a few breaths before their bodies were utterly destroyed.

Upon hearing Yi Xiang’s words, the several half-step Void God level martial artists exchanged glances.

The losses for the martial artists from Heavenly Origin Continent were indeed extremely heavy. In total, there were only about twenty Saint Realm martial artists from Heavenly Origin Continent present, and with these deaths, nearly half had perished.

"Yi Xiang, now you go scout ahead. If you also perish out there, then it will be the turn of martial artists from other continents." After a Divine Thought exchange among themselves, Ouyang Lin spoke to Yi Xiang.

Yi Xiang’s eyes flickered with complicated emotions.

He pondered for a moment.

"Lord Ouyang Lin, I hope you will keep your word." Yi Xiang decided to go scout ahead.

In fact, he had already planned to do this previously, but was stopped by other martial artists from the Heavenly Origin Continent. Without any half-step Void God level martial artists, Yi Xiang was considered their leader, and his strength in the Saint Realm Third Stage was top-notch. Though he did not reach half-step Void God level, he was much stronger than ordinary Saint Realm Third Stage experts.

It was because of this that Yi Xiang dared to argue with the half-step Void God experts.

"Ridiculous! Do you think I, Ouyang Lin, am one to go back on my word? Stop wasting time, go scout ahead. If you die, the other six continents’ martial artists will go scout. Hmm, if you can scout for half a cup of tea’s time, consider your mission complete, you may return." Ouyang Lin sneered, his voice dark and sinister.

"Brother Yi Xiang, don’t go!"

"Brother Yi Xiang, let me go, I have a decent defense holy artifact, maybe I can last a bit longer."

"Yi Xiang, you can’t go."

"Let me go, I’ve lived for nearly ten thousand years anyway, long enough." An elder with white hair smiled as he spoke.

Several martial artists from the Heavenly Origin Continent tried to stop Yi Xiang when they saw him about to step out of the defense screen.

"Enough, stop talking."

"But..."

"There’s no ’but’. Can any of you say your Martial Arts Cultivation is stronger than mine?" Yi Xiang smiled, "If anyone has a higher cultivation level than I do, you can contend with me. If not, then stop arguing."

Yi Xiang looked around at everyone.

The martial artists from Heavenly Origin Continent fell silent.

"Stop dawdling, hurry up!" Ouyang Lin frowned and urged.

This section had indeed sped up the movement of the camp, as martial artists continuously went out to scout. As for the deaths of martial artists from the Heavenly Origin Continent, what did it matter? The deaths of Heavenly Origin Continent martial artists had nothing to do with them.

Even if all the martial artists from Heavenly Origin Continent died, they wouldn’t feel ashamed.

Blame it on Heavenly Origin Continent for not having any half-step Void God level experts. If Heavenly Origin Continent had any half-step Void Gods, they wouldn’t be sent to their deaths. Even if scouts were needed, the seven continents would take turns.

"Hmm?" Someone from within the camp suddenly voiced a surprised sound.

The person had inadvertently seen a light screen rapidly approaching from the rear.

"What’s the matter?" Those nearby looked at the person.

"Look, it seems someone is coming." The person pointed at the light screen behind them. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Everyone turned their gaze.

"Such speed, who is it? In this Flame Land, to move so fast, their strength must be tremendous."

"Indeed! Moving swiftly towards our Natives Camp, could it be an inhabitant?"

If it were people from the Divine Race, they should be approaching the Divine Race camp. At this moment, the light screen had already gotten close to the Natives Camp.

Several half-step Void God experts also looked at the rapidly approaching light screen. Some frowned, some had expectant expressions, but most were confused. The half-step Void God experts from among the original inhabitants were all here. The few strongest ones had gone ahead with Lord Chen Long.

They couldn’t think of any other half-step Void God expert among the original inhabitants who was behind.

The smaller light screen finally arrived, and the martial artists from the Natives Camp clearly saw the two figures within.