Chapter 446 - 313: I Want Cuiyu Territory, Devotion, and a Heaven-Defying Opportunity

[After Luo Yi executed Rabbit Race Arhat Ah Ni with "Godslaying Momentum," Senior Cat exhausted the "White Tiger Evil Qi" and returned to his original form, losing the Celestial Punishment Blade, yet Luo Yi still easily slew Giant Troll Cook of the same rank with the "Black Scale Sword."]

[All Silver Realm Giant Trolls that posed any threat to him were killed.]

[At this moment, he only had ten percent of his strength left.]

[Seeing this, the remaining Giant Trolls surrendered on the spot; they were not Mist Beasts but intelligent beings. The civilization of the Giant Troll tribe had long been erased by the Rabbit Race—they had no writing or language, and the concept of "honor" did not exist in their minds.]

[Only survival, by any means necessary.]

[What’s more... Arhat Ah Ni was dead; failing to protect him would result in their execution by the Rabbit Race Arhats upon return!]

[Their only chance at survival was to submit to the one who killed the Arhat!]

[Captain Anya snapped out of her shock, saw Luo Yi pale, and knew he had severely drained his Source Blood, so she immediately gave him the last three "Celestial Gifted Seeds" to consume.]

["Boom!"]

[Luo Yi’s heart suddenly pounded like an ancient battle drum, resonating with a booming roar; the pale golden blood in his veins surged, every drop infused with the strength of new life.]

[Luo Yi raised his sword and mercilessly slaughtered the remaining Giant Trolls; Miss Delilah was not strong enough to suppress these trolls.]

[They were not loyal enough.]

[At this moment, no one could stop Luo Yi from leaving.]

["Yi, wait."]

[Captain Anya’s pointed ears slightly trembled as she picked up the faintest movements underground. In one swift motion, she drew her recurved bow, the bowstring tensioning instantly as the air seemed to freeze.]

["Found you..." Her eyes flashed with a cold gleam, and the arrow shot forth, spiraling through the air, tearing into the earth below!]

["Thud!"]

[The arrow tip pierced through scales precisely, and a shrill howl echoed from underground.]

["Yi, this is one of the Earth-Digging Beasts raised by the Arhat, the Claw... we’re temporarily safe now." Captain Anya dug through the blood-stained earth, pulling out a dead Exotic Beast, and sighed in relief.]

[The Claw, resembling a cow, resides in burrows, with wings on its snake-like tail and feathers beneath its mane, its voice akin to the distant call of cattle.]

[Its superpower allows it to travel underground.]

[Captain Anya explained that in the Mist, where news from major Spirit Realms is sealed off and communication is impossible, each race’s "army" would raise "Exotic Beasts" to help relay messages.]

[Human Race’s accompanying Spirit Beast: Seven-Colored Spirit Dove, Rabbit Race’s accompanying Exotic Beast: Earth-Digging Beast, Star Moon Race’s accompanying Exotic Beast: Feather Elf!]

[These raised Exotic Beasts can bypass the mist and quickly deliver messages between Spirit Realms, serving as crucial strategic units, with their numbers scarce, typically reserved for the Golden Powerhouses of the tribes.]

[Although Luo Yi killed "Arhat Ah Ni," as long as the Spirit Realm message is blocked.]

[By the time the Rabbit Race high-ups realize the lost contact and dispatch new Arhats to investigate through the mist, the back-and-forth would delay at least three years.]

[The Great Spirit Realm, where the Arhat presides, can influence dozens of Middle Spirit Realms around, and it takes time to summon such power from other Spirit Realms.]

[Luo Yi need not hurry; he can take some rest.]

[As for Zula, everything over there should be infallible. That fool, after breaking through the Tusk Tribe, just needs to pay tribute on time, and the Rabbit Race won’t notice for a short while.]

[Yet, it just so happened... the uneven distribution among the three led to one betraying them.]

[Luo Yi pondered for a moment, then turned and walked with Miss Delilah toward the Spirit Realm Core, where there are still many "Celestial Gifted Seeds" within the Spirit Vein here.]

[In this bizarre mist-filled world, his meager strength is still not enough for self-protection!]

[Captain Anya closely followed.]

[In the plain before the Lord’s Castle, these were the tribe’s "old, weak, sick, and disabled," now greedily eyeing the slender figure in the center with murky yellow pupils.]

[Alice knelt on the ground, her noble Lord’s Robe long torn to tatters, exposing her bruised alabaster skin—if she’d known the outside was this cruel, she wouldn’t have begged her mother to let her come to Cuiyu Territory.]

[Boom—!]

[The Spirit Realm passage suddenly burst with dazzling light, the violent currents swept through; Alice felt herself like a hardy grass in the wind, shuddering as she pushed herself up, but dared not lift her head.]

[The Rabbit Race’s Golden Body Arhat personally acted... no one could survive!]

[Sure enough.]

[The sounds of battle came and went swiftly. As the final scream abruptly ceased, Alice’s pupils completely lost focus.]

[Though Alice is the Spirit Realm Lord and has consumed Spirit Seeds over the years, while she lacks strength, her Silver Flesh and Blood has Spiritual Charm and can spawn Giant Troll "Mutations," those filthy trolls enjoyed her body and certainly won’t waste it.]

[While Alice’s mind wandered.]

[A gentle breeze brushed past.]

["Thud!" A sharp blade suddenly pierced the throat of the Giant Troll in front of her.]

[Tap, tap, tap.]

[The sound of battle boots crushing through a pool of blood approached from afar.]

[Alice stared blankly at the winding blood stream on the ground, its dark red liquid reflecting the gruesome scene of her future being torn apart and devoured by trolls...]

["Lord Alice..." A clear male voice suddenly pierced the blood-soaked illusion realm; the youthful clarity in the voice now had the steadiness gained from battlefield experiences.]

["Why is it you..." Alice suddenly looked up, her pupils constricting violently, reflecting that gradually approaching figure and the surrounding fallen Giant Troll corpses—each throat had matching penetrating wounds.]

[Eighteen-year-old Luo Yi, carrying the Black Scale Sword, stepped through the battlefield covered with corpses, his long hair, untouched for a while, tied with an old cloth strip, a few unruly strands hanging over his sword brows.]