Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 683 - 678: The New Leader of the Human Race

The great war had finally ended. Atop the Great Wall of Heaven, many strong members of the Human Race stood, each with a wilted aura and pale face, many of whom had suffered injuries of varying degrees.

There are never true winners in war. If possible, the Human Race naturally wouldn't want to engage in battle, but they had no choice. To protect the Human Realm and their homeland, they had to fight. Thankfully, they finally emerged victorious, although the victory was costly and bloody, in the end, they still won.

This great war, although the Demon Horn Tribe suffered more casualties, whether it was the Great Powers of the Yin-Yang Realm or those in the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment Realms, their losses significantly outnumbered those of the Human Race. Yet the Human Race also sacrificed much, from an original force of over six thousand, now only around two thousand remained.

Most importantly, the leader of the Human Race, Old Long, had fallen, as well as the half-leader, Red-Nosed, making the price the Human Race had paid exceedingly high.

In fact, the Demon Horn Tribe lost over six thousand warriors, a great number of which was largely due to Ye Feng. If it weren't for his ability to defeat a large number of Great Powers of the Yin-Yang Realm and Experts of the Golden Core Realm by himself, the result might still be unknown.

It can almost be said that Old Long, the leader, had eventually secured the victory, but Ye Feng was the flag-bearer of this victorious battle!

At this moment, the Demon Horn Tribe outside the Great Wall of Heaven had already retreated through the whirlpool portal back to the Alien Space-Time. The Human Race was temporarily safe; at least for the next two years, before the collapse of the Great Wall of Heaven, the Human Realm was secure, the Human Race was safe.

So, once the whirlpool portal completely closed, the numerous Humans atop the Great Wall of Heaven rushed down like mad, storming towards the recent battlefield.

Initially, Ye Feng thought these people wanted to retrieve the bodies of their kin and friends. But soon, he realized he was wrong. These people, who rushed onto the battlefield like lunatics, were not after the corpses of their loved ones but rather to loot magic treasures and resources from these bodies.

Ye Feng sat on the Great Wall of Heaven at the position where Old Long once stood, coldly watching those below fighting fiercely over the magic treasures, his face growing increasingly icy.

He didn't move, and naturally, Hong Qingyan, Yu Feiyu, Xiao Chuanqi, and the rest didn't either. Additionally, the remaining twenty or so Northern Border Army soldiers and the thirty-plus Martial Academy students also stood still. All of them lined up behind Ye Feng, displaying strict discipline at this moment.

"Good, although they have chilled my heart, and even for a moment made me lose my belief in protecting the Human Race, thankfully, I have you all!"

Ye Feng didn't turn his head, speaking leisurely: "Because of you, my conviction to protect the Human Race is even stronger. At least with you, I know that what I am about to do is meaningful!"

The scene was very quiet; no one spoke up, because at this moment, it was inappropriate for anyone to speak. The atmosphere was solemn, and Hong Qingyan could only slowly walk over and sit beside him.

Soon enough, Long Nannan, Fish Not Fish, and Sausage Sister also came over and sat side by side on the tall Great Wall of Heaven.

Below, many Humans continued to madly plunder the dead's treasures, regardless of whether they belonged to the Demon Horn Tribe or the Human Race. Some even fought violently over them. These individuals, who hadn't seemed so fierce when confronting the enemies of their tribe, were now desperately fighting for treasures as if their lives depended on it.

Actually, when the Demon Horn Tribe Army withdrew, they had already scavenged and carried away the important treasures from the battlefield. Only due to their hasty retreat did they leave behind some scattered treasures. Still, even such leftovers were not spared by these selfish individuals of the Human Race.

Finally, after a round of frenzied looting, most of the Humans gradually left, without any intention of bidding farewell to Ye Feng. They didn't even glance in his direction, not acknowledging him as the new leader of the Human Race at all.

The experts from the Yin-Yang Temple and the Vampire Divine Court especially showed disdain for this. They believed that with the fall of Old Long, it was their time to rise. Both the Yin-Yang Temple and the Vampire Divine Court coveted the position of the leader of the Human Race, and even its control.

"These guys, they are truly detestable. Each one thinks they're invincible, but when it came time to fight the Demon Horn Tribe, they all half-hearted their efforts, or even became turtles shrinking into their shells!" Sima Zhantian couldn't stand it and snorted in a deep voice.

The temperamental Sausage Sister also clenched her teeth and said, "Exactly. Looking at their self-righteous appearance, they all believe themselves to be leaders of the Human Race. If they all want to vie for the position of leader, then why don't they stay and guard the Great Wall of Heaven!"

Everyone was undoubtedly angry. Xiao Rulong couldn't help but smile bitterly: "In their view, guarding the Great Wall of Heaven is the obligation of the people from the Northwest Little Mountain Village, not something that concerns them at all."

Chi Jark also said, "Exactly. Not to mention this Great Wall of Heaven, but even the two passages connected to it are still being guarded by us, the Chi and Xiao Ancient Clans. The Bu and Hong Families are also obligated, but now, they're simply too lazy to bother anymore. The old values are fading."

Old Man Huang Niu then came over, waving his hand: "We've just been through a big battle. Everyone is exhausted. You all go down and rest in the town below. The Demon Horn Tribe Army is unlikely to stir up trouble again in the short term; there's no need to guard here. Ye Feng and I will look after it."

Whether it was Xiao Chuanqi, Sima Zhantian of the Northern Border Army, or the Martial Academy students, none of them moved. They remained standing in place.

Ye Feng gestured, "Listen to Old Huang, all of you go down. Qingyan, take Nannan to rest, go down to the town and wait for me to regroup."

"Yes, Northern King (Dean)!"

Only then did the many soldiers salute and then swiftly descended from the Great Wall of Heaven to recuperate in the town below.

Watching these subordinates of Ye Feng, Old Man Huang Niu shook his head helplessly but had to admit that the subordinates trained by Ye Feng were genuinely good.

Hong Qingyan was naturally still worried about Ye Feng, as he seemed to be in a really bad mood, but seeing Ye Feng wave his hand, she had no choice but to back down. Luckily, Old Man Huang Niu was there to keep him company.

Until everyone had gone, the vast Great Wall of Heaven was left with only Ye Feng and Old Man Huang Niu.

Old Man Huang Niu simply took a seat as well, right next to Old Long just like they always did, then pulled out his large smoking pipe, lit it, and began to puff away.

Ye Feng couldn't help but say, "I remember you didn't use to smoke."

Old Man Huang Niu replied, "But today I really felt like smoking, because I really want to know what Old Long used to think about while sitting here smoking."

Ye Feng shook his head and gave a bitter smile, not knowing quite how to respond to that statement.

Old Man Huang Niu took a harsh drag and immediately started coughing fiercely, eventually cursing loudly, "Damn it, I thought this thing would be pleasurable to smoke, but it's so choking!"

However, Ye Feng asked, "Did you send them away because you have something you want to tell me?"

"You're quite the sharp one, no wonder Old Long took a liking to you!" Old Man Huang Niu chuckled as he flipped his wrist, revealing two pitch-black small bottles in his palm.

The little bottles were of a very special shape, somewhat resembling tiny gourds, except far too black, seemingly not like any magic treasure.

"What are these?" asked Ye Feng as he looked them over.

"These are Soul Devices," Old Man Huang Niu said.

"Soul Devices?" Ye Feng furrowed his brow, hearing about them for the first time. He promptly asked, "What are they used for?"

"Soul Devices, as the name implies, are magic artifacts that can store human souls and spirits!" Old Man Huang Niu said leisurely.

Ye Feng was not dull, and naturally understood what that meant. His eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "Are you saying that inside these two gourd Soul Devices, there are the souls and spirits of Old Long and Red-Nosed Old Man?"

Old Man Huang Niu laughed heartily, "You're quick to catch on, indeed. That's exactly what's inside. However, the battle back then was so fierce, plus they burned their own bodies using a secret technique, so the destructive power was enormous. Even their Three Souls and Seven Spirits were greatly impacted."

At this point, Old Man Huang Niu sighed, then continued, "So even though I did my utmost, I was only able to absorb a small portion of their Remnant Souls."

Ye Feng understood, but still had some doubts, so he asked, "Can these two gourd Soul Devices really hold their souls and spirits?"

"Of course, these are Ancient Magic Treasures. Actually, they were given to me quietly by Old Long before the big war. It seems he had anticipated this moment back then."

Old Man Huang Niu sighed deeply, then inserted the two pitch-black little gourd Soul Devices into Ye Feng's hand, adding, "These things can be preserved for a long time, you don't need to worry about that. But remember, never open them, at least not until you have absolute strength to control them."

"I'm entrusting these two Soul Devices to you for safekeeping now, and that's also Old Long's wish. You should understand his intent; he probably hopes that one day, when your cultivation realm is strong enough, you can use these souls to help bring them back to life."

Ye Feng nodded solemnly, taking the two little gourds very seriously, and said word by word, "I understand, I definitely won't let my senior brother's expectations and trust down. I will cultivate with all my might, hoping that one day I can help him reconstruct his flesh body and bring him back to life!"

"That's the spirit. He really didn't choose the wrong person, and I believe that day will come!" Old Man Huang Niu nodded in satisfaction, then went on to say, "Now tell me, what are your plans, or what arrangements do you have in mind?"

Ye Feng pondered for a moment, then said, "This Great Wall of Heaven, I think there's no need to guard it any longer, not to mention it's about to be indefensible. So before this natural barrier collapses, I will do my utmost to enhance my cultivation and create as many powerful beings as possible!"

Old Man Huang Niu nodded slightly in agreement, then asked further, "And what about after the Great Wall of Heaven falls? I mean, once the Demon Horn Tribe Army starts pouring in on a large scale, what's your plan to deal with that?"

Ye Feng was taken aback, he hadn't really thought that far ahead, as the Demon Horn Tribe was simply too powerful. He even had a feeling that once the Great Wall of Heaven fell, would the Human Race really be able to withstand the Demon Horn Tribe's army?

Of course, regardless, he would never give up, even if it meant dying in battle. He would never choose to surrender!

Old Man Huang Niu had already stood up, patted his buttocks, and said, "Ye Feng, you must realize that you are now the new leader of the Human Race. Before Old Long's death, he entrusted the Human Race to you. So in the next two days, I think it's necessary for you to plan and think carefully from the perspective of all the Human Race."

"I'm going back to the little mountain village for a bit, and I'll come to find you in a couple of days!" With that, Old Man Huang Niu skimmed away.

In the end, the Great Wall of Heaven standing across the horizon was left with only Ye Feng. There he sat, atop the lofty natural barrier.

Seen from afar, his silhouette appeared so lonely and desolate. Of course, it's cold at high places, and heroes and the mighty are often lonely!