Chapter 1370 - 1039: Caught Red-Handed

Chapter 1370: Chapter 1039: Caught Red-Handed

How about... try it!

The grudges spread silently within the countless wings, the Predators excitedly shouted, noisily calling out to their friends and family, launching a charge at the fast food delivery that came to their door!

Dinner time!

"Wait, wait a minute!" the Insect King instinctively shouted, "I’m willing to surrender, I’m willing to... "

No time was left for it to finish its words.

The ravenous Crow Flock had already devoured everything.

In the endless despair, only the cries that echoed across the sky were left.

"Help me! Help me!!!"

In the depths of Death Skull Village, the Insect Owner’s pitiful cries continued to resound, yet the Remnants remained expressionless, unmoved.

Until the sound completely disappeared.

From the moment it broke its alliance and fled, this damned old bug was on the Remnants’ kill list.

Next to them, the Harpy’s face had turned pale, clutching the Split Thunder Spear with trembling hands—once a proud Master and Crowned, now like a hen grabbed from the coop.

"Wh-what should we do?"

The Harpy turned to the Remnants, lost and unsure.

This group of Current Circumstances invaders were far too fierce, and too ridiculously strong; the ones who had promised easy victories with their sisters were now delivering a 10-0 defeat. How the hell was this game still playable?

The Remnants said nothing.

The ghost fire in their eye sockets flickered, shaken.

Finally, he glanced at the blood-oozing deep well beneath his feet, his voice becoming hoarse: "At this point, there’s nothing else to do, let’s go."

"Go?"

The Harpy’s eyes brightened instantly, "Yes, we’ll use this Mystic Ritual to blow up Death Skull Village and use the momentum to charge out; they can’t stop me, and I’ll just..."

Bang!

At her turning moment, a pale skeletal hand protruded from her chest, gripping her heart and crushing it abruptly.

"Go? You bunch of worthless scum... after all the trouble and time I’ve wasted to consolidate Rusty Tower Forest, and achieve what I have now!"

The Remnants pressed tightly against her back, their voice cold, "And now, just because of a minor setback, you’re crying and screaming to serve the Withered King like a dog?

Rather than letting him have it, why not give it to me?"

As the words finished, the eerie Remnants opened their mouth, sharp teeth sinking into the Harpy’s neck, fervently sucking the blood, Source Substance, and even her Soul.

The Harpy screamed, calling for her descendants, and flocks struggled futilely.

But within the city, countless Undead Warriors had already launched attacks in an instant, brutally slaughtering every living thing, as the blood rushed ceaselessly toward the Deep Well Blood Pool.

Above the boiling blood, the Remnants feasted heartily, finally consuming enough Souls, their gaunt visage gradually filled, faintly restored to their former appearance.

Six eyes looked down at the blood pool beneath.

He let go of his grasp.

Letting the Harpy’s body fall into the blood, turning into the final precious resource... at that moment, the Mystic Ritual confined to the depths of Death Skull Village was finally unveiled.

The vast Rusty Tower Forest welcomed severe upheaval, countless fractured towers revealed a cold radiance, crossing each other, tearing the dark clouds, and plunging into the Blood Pool Deep Well.

Within the deep well, a crimson altar slowly rose.

An eerie rock above pulsated slowly, expanded and contracted, exuding endless malevolence.

Like a heart.

Its mere appearance brought a bone-chilling cold felt by everyone within hundreds of miles around Death Skull Village, making it hard to breathe.

"This day has finally come!"

The Remnants rasped with laughter, reaching towards the altar.

Now, irrigated by countless blood, this power from Rusty Tower Forest has fully awakened, this relic that lay in deep sleep for millions of years within this Hell, ultimately belongs to no one else...

Snap!

Suddenly, beside him, a hand stretched out, gripping his wrist.

Like an iron clamp.

An awkward silence, abrupt and unexpected.

The smile froze on the Remnants’ face, struggling to turn around, only to see the young face from the Current Circumstances.

As if catching a pickpocket rummaging through his pockets on the spot.

Huai Shi sternly questioned:

"—You, how can you just randomly touch someone else’s belongings?"