Chapter 573 - 277: Contest of Wits! Alien Race Invasion! (2)

Short-tailed Cat (Spiritualist): I’m right here, why don’t you come over? Do you dare to come?

Short-tailed Cat (Spiritualist): Hmm, let me think, with so many of you gathered here and yet not fighting, there must be some common interest, or something that compels you to have a common interest, right?

Short-tailed Cat (Spiritualist): You came here, likely not to ally, but to use the Blood Erosion Tyrant to get rid of me, right? Hehe, I only have one unit of strength, whoever swaps with me among you would feel it’s a loss, so you might as well want the Blood Erosion Tyrant to take me out. That’s what you think, right?

Short-tailed Cat (Spiritualist): But I’m so smart, how could I not see through such things? I’ve already run to the Cursed Land, why don’t you come in? Bleh!

Mo Ying (Feather Race): I advise you not to be too arrogant, or the consequences might be dire.

Short-tailed Cat (Spiritualist): Oh? You dare to threaten me?

Mo Ying (Feather Race): Why wouldn’t I dare?

Short-tailed Cat (Spiritualist): @Blood Erosion Tyrant, I live in the Cursed Land, they definitely want to throw the Spirit Pearl in here to ward you off, come quickly! Otherwise, they’ll throw the Spirit Pearl where you can’t get it!

Mo Ying (Feather Race): !

Blood Erosion Tyrant (World Dominator): Hmm?

Blood Erosion Tyrant (World Dominator): I better go have a good look!

Short-tailed Cat (Spiritualist): [Specific coordinates.JPG]

Mo Ying (Feather Race): ****!

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Soon, the location of the Blood Erosion Tyrant on the map began to move, approaching the direction of the Howling Mountains at great speed.

The alien races standing outside the mountain grew increasingly nervous. If they didn’t make a decision quickly, once the Blood Erosion Tyrant arrived, the Spirit Pearl would likely be snatched by the Blood Erosion Tyrant, making it troublesome for them to retrieve it later.

"Gentlemen, make a decision, now is not the time to hesitate!" shouted the Feather Race.

Yet, despite that, the alien races were still hesitating, unsure whether to enter the Howling Mountains or how to fight for more benefits.

At this moment, the Demon Race person was the first to speak: "That’s fine, but you must take the Spirit Pearl away, don’t let it fall into the mountains, otherwise, if something unexpected happens, things will get very troublesome."

"No problem."

The Feather Race person replied with a smile, this was an issue they had already considered.

Soon, a somewhat youthful figure suddenly appeared beside the group, a girl with gray wings reached out to the Feather Race, and said:

"Give it to me."

"Okay."

The Feather Race person handed over the Spirit Pearl.

The Spirit Pearl is a product of world contention and cannot be stored in the Storage Space. It must be carried by hand, so it cannot be transferred through a transaction, only through an on-site handover.

The next moment, the gray-winged Feather Race opened a space rift and stepped into it. She was the Space System Mage of the Feather Race, Kong Xing.

After Kong Xing took away the Spirit Pearl, those present exchanged glances. A few people’s eyes dimmed slightly but said nothing more, decisively turning towards the Howling Mountains, entering the mountain together.

The danger of the Howling Mountains could be sensed simply by observing the situation inside the mountains and listening to the howling. Testing the precise conditions inside the mountains likely meant no return, and the psychological pressure from this visible dead end was greater than the previous test of the Blood Erosion Tyrant’s power.

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Upon entering the mountains, the group felt headaches as they listened to the howling demon sound within the mountains. The various damages and negative judgments caused by the demon sound were nauseating. If someone had low resistance, just listening for a bit could lead to death.

"This place is truly disgusting."

The Warrior of the Giant Race whispered, and then his voice vibrations were transmitted into the valleys’ porous acoustic rocks, further amplified and demonized, forming a more intense sonic impact.

Since he was a giant, even though he tried to lower his voice, it still appeared loud, and with the terrain of the Howling Mountains amplifying it, his voice turned even more terrifying, as if endless demonic sounds completely enveloped the group.

Wave after wave of sonic impact descended, the alien races present were extremely uncomfortable, and the eyes of the Demon Race people fell on the giant, showing a hint of killing intent.

Clearly, this giant was likely not just complaining about their situation but deliberately testing the environment’s damage specifics, meaning that the giant had no intention of leaving alive from the moment he entered.

But I still want to live!

You want to risk your life to test because your leader promised you benefits, but my leader didn’t promise me anything. I don’t want to die; I just want to go back alive, is that so wrong?

The internal circumstances and attitudes towards their people vary among the different alien races, and the Demon Race clearly is one that is not united, with their Leader treating their people as disposable pawns, not as part of their own kin.

They’d even view other Demon Race people as potential competitors and take the opportunity to eliminate dissidents.

Compared to the Demon Race, the internal relations within the Giant Race are much simpler; you get resources for doing the task, just like that. As long as the compensation is good, they are not afraid to die.

After all, it’s not really dying!

A member of the Feather Race, after getting injured, merely lowered their eyes and continued to walk, simultaneously continuing to send information, sharing the specific conditions of the Howling Mountains with Pure White Wings.

But before they could walk much further, a cold voice suddenly rang out.