Chapter 315 - 161: A King Descends from the Heavens, Wrathful and Ferocious

Chapter 315: Chapter 161: A King Descends from the Heavens, Wrathful and Ferocious

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An excellent support-type sculpture.

He then moved along the base of the City Wall, placing a Soul-Devouring Sculpture every 100 meters inside the wall, building 148 in total.

This structure was extremely cheap.

A Max Level Soul-Devouring Sculpture only cost 2,800 Ghost Stones.

All 148 of them cost just 410,000 Ghost Stones.

But their effect would save far more than just 410,000 Ghost Stones. Building these structures was pure profit; you couldn’t lose money on them unless there were too few enemies.

And with that, the Rainy Season Defense Line was finally complete.

He had built every structure he could. The 14.8-kilometer-long Rainy Season Defense Line was now armed to the teeth. He had done everything in his power.

The rest was up to fate.

Chen Fan stood in the Wilderness.

He gazed at the Rainy Season Defense Line in the distance, which completely encircled the Mortal Realm. Rows of turrets were neatly arranged on the City Wall, and at its base stood the Soul-Devouring Sculptures.

After standing there for a long time, he finally broke into a satisfied smile.

He turned and walked toward the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage nearby.

He would go back and build one more Rebirth Tower, and then all his preparations would be complete. All that was left was to wait for the rainy season to arrive tomorrow.

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Eternal Night Continent.

In a forgotten corner, the area was completely shrouded in darkness, without a single speck of light.

Only the sound of heavy panting could be heard.

「A long time later.」

A breathless voice finally spoke.

"Boss, okay, we’re done."

"You can turn on the light now."

The next moment, a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground slowly opened his eyes. He snapped his fingers, and the surrounding darkness was instantly dispelled. A faint yellow light enveloped him like an eggshell.

"..."

The man glanced at the two panting crocodiles not far away, sighed, and rubbed his temples, a headache coming on.

"Can’t you two do this a little less often?"

"We’re bored."

"Besides..."

The noticeably larger male crocodile lying on the left murmured in a daze, "We were also thinking... maybe we could have another child."

"This time, the baby wouldn’t have a Heavenly Malady, right?"

"A Heavenly Malady isn’t necessarily a bad thing."

The middle-aged man, his expression calm, closed his eyes again and entered a state of Cultivation. He replied casually, "A Heaven-Swallowing Crocodile born with a Heavenly Malady could, in a way, be considered a case of genius envied by the heavens."

"Although it can’t heal from any injury, and even the slightest wound can be fatal..."

"But—"

"...it possesses an extreme ability to counter Arrays, with powerful Array Breaking skills. And the stronger it gets, the more ridiculously effective these skills become."

"Other than a Heaven-Swallowing Crocodile with a Heavenly Malady, no one can achieve such Array Breaking feats."

"If nothing else..."

"If that little one were here, I wouldn’t be trapped. I would’ve gotten out long ago."

The middle-aged man sighed softly. If the situation hadn’t been so urgent back then, he would have waited for the Snow Lotus to mature, cured Xiaohua’s Heavenly Malady, and then taken her with him. He wouldn’t be trapped here now for decades, unable to leave.

"The moment we finish, you start thinking about Xiaohua."

The female crocodile lying next to him slapped her tail, annoyed. "I didn’t see you thinking about Xiaohua when you were squirming on top of me just now."

But all that aside, it was her own child, after all. The female crocodile’s expression turned glum as she said in a small voice, "Right after I gave birth to Xiaohua, we had to leave before she even opened her eyes. She’s never even seen us. I don’t know if she’ll even recognize us if we ever get the chance to meet again."

"I don’t even know if Xiaohua is still alive."

The middle-aged man looked up at the female crocodile and said softly,

"Well, as long as you don’t talk, she should still recognize you. Normally, Heaven-Swallowing Crocodiles don’t speak."

"As long as she doesn’t wander off Nameless Mountain,"

"she’ll be fine."

"Maybe she’s already eaten the Snow Lotus, become the overlord of Nameless Mountain, and the ruler of Jiangbei."

With that, the middle-aged man said no more. He just raised his head and gazed toward Jiangbei. He had no idea what the situation was like on the Eternal Night Frontline, nor did he know if the Eternal Night Hall had sent people to Jiangbei to rebuild the Jiangbei Defense Line.

The aura he had left behind in Jiangbei could only deter the underwater Ghost Objects for another three years.

In three years, a massive Ghost Tide from the sea would make landfall in Jiangbei.

At that time...

He fell silent, saying no more.

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The rainy season was fast approaching, the most chaotic time of the year.

Not just for humans, but for the Ghost Objects as well.

The Eternal Night Frontline.

No. 7 Defense Line, a 97-kilometer-long defensive front guarding the Guandong Plain, was constructed entirely from Level 6 City Walls. Dawn had broken not long ago.

But the sun was nowhere to be seen.

The sky had already turned gloomy, and a light drizzle drifted through the air—a sign of the coming rainy season, which would officially begin tomorrow.

The City Wall stood a full 30 meters high.

The 97-kilometer-long No. 7 Defense Line looked like a natural chasm, standing guard on the coastline of the Guandong Plain, blocking all Ghost Objects attempting to land from the sea.

At this moment, many people were rushing back and forth along the City Wall. Some were repairing the wall, some were refilling it with Ghost Stones, and others were transporting logistical supplies.

The dark clouds pressing down on the city threatened to crush it.

The atmosphere was thick with the sense that a great battle was about to erupt at any moment.

Every rainy season, the strength of all Ghost Objects would be enhanced in various ways, and this was also the time when the Eternal Night Defense Line faced its greatest pressure.

"Hurry, hurry! The turrets over here are low on Ghost Stones! They need to be replenished!"

"Here, and here! I’m out of Ghost Stones, too!"

Thanks to the personnel sent by the Eternal Night Hall, the No. 7 Defense Line had collected a considerable amount of Ghost Stones from the Guandong Plain. Under normal circumstances, they should be able to get through this rainy season, as the No. 7 Defense Line was not a primary defensive front.