One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

"Let me see what kind of power these humans really possess, daring to act so recklessly before my Demon Country!"

The lord of Xi Shan roared furiously, causing the earth to tremble and mountains to shake.

Amidst the swirling dust, a mighty and forceful punch smashed downward; however, Wang Xindong didn’t dodge or evade, instead planting his spear heavily into the ground. His center of gravity shifted downward, power surging from his feet and coursing through his entire body. With an equally ferocious punch, he counterattacked. When the two forces collided in mid-air, they were momentarily at a standstill before violently bursting apart.

In terms of sheer strength, the lord of Xi Shan had a slight advantage, slamming Wang Xindong against the rock wall. Wang appeared to be in a sorry state, but was not truly injured.

The lord of Xi Shan’s eyes flashed red with anger as he spread his arms to continue the advance, ready to tear the frail human to shreds with his own hands.

Unfortunately for him, his opponent was not limited to Wang Xindong alone. The remaining Dragon Guards followed closely, their spears striking like raging dragons, aiming for the weak spots around the lord of Xi Shan.

In an instant, the tide of battle shifted completely. The lord of Xi Shan struggled to defend himself, his armor shattered, blood spurting from wounds, looking somewhat disheveled for a time.

Seeing this, Kui Lang was somewhat shocked.

The lord of Xi Shan, an undisputed powerhouse in the Demon Country, was actually being pressured to this extent by a group of humans who had appeared out of nowhere.

Boom!

The lord of Xi Shan gestured Kui Lang away with a hand.

"I’ll deal with these fellows," the temperature in the lord Xi Shan’s face dropping as his eyes filled with surging rage. "You handle the rest."

He pointed toward the cave behind the Dragon Guards. "We’ll split up and make this quick. Don’t waste time."

"Alright," Kui Lang nodded.

His agility made him well-suited to such assassinations.

The two had collaborated many times before, with the lord of Xi Shan charging forward to tear open gaps while Kui Lang, moving with stealth and speed, quickly made his way into the cave. Following the winding and dark rock walls and smashing through the stones at the corner, he then vanished into the darkness.

...

Meanwhile, deeper inside the rock walls.

Zhao Yingning and her brother Zhao Aman split up.

She led Su Heng to the tribe’s storage room, filled with precious materials they had gathered.

Her brother, on the other hand, was gathering the other tribe members with the elders, quickly assembling them to escape from Breath Swamp under the protection of the Dragon Guards.

Boom!

Zhao Yingning pressed a mechanism on the wall.

The rock wall, originally smooth, suddenly cracked open with a loud noise, collapsing downward and kicking up dust. A passage appeared before Su Heng’s eyes. He ducked slightly to pass through the doorway and entered a spacious stone hall inside.

The hall was filled with a faint scent of dust, the walls embedded with glowing crystals.

Well-preserved volumes were displayed throughout the hall.

There were also wooden boxes in the corners, containing unknown items.

Su Heng took out one of the volumes and flipped through it in his hands. These volumes were not made of paper and ink, but woven from a special kind of silk thread. Hence, even after thousands of years, the text would not fade and remained well preserved.

"Demons, Golden Crow, King..." Su Heng’s brows knitted together.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The book detailed everything from the descent of the meteor to the annihilation of the Far Hope Kingdom, much more than Zhao Yingning had previously shared. Aside from the Golden Crow, what especially caught Su Heng’s attention was the blood-colored meteor that fell from the sky.

One meteor, one destroyed kingdom.

And even more terrifying was the demon that hatched from the meteor.

Not even the ancient Golden Crow, a divine beast, could defeat it, barely managing to seal it before dying of exhaustion. The aftermath of their battle spiraled out of control, turning fertile lands into a forbidden zone crawling with supernatural beasts.

There were also the strange creatures in Breath Swamp.

Su Heng had found them odd since his first sighting.

They resembled demons but lacked intelligence. The aura they emitted varied subtly, possessing more aggression.

It now seemed that these creatures might have been tainted by the demon’s aura. Even after the demon was sealed by the Golden Crow, the local ecosystem never recovered, instead undergoing a permanent change.

After carefully reading through the volume, Su Heng set it down and picked up another, thinner booklet.

This booklet contained only a few pages, yet the information in it was critically important.

It detailed the location of the Golden Crow Mausoleum and the methods to open it.

Like An Shelie’s tomb, the Golden Crow Mausoleum existed in a small realm separate from both the Immortal Heavens and the real world.

To open it, there were only three methods: the first was the Far Hope royal bloodline, the second the Golden Crow Feather, and the third was to tear a rift into the secret realm using brute force.

Zhao Yingning hugged a box from the corner and carried it over to Su Heng.

"Click!" As the lid opened, a golden feather inside shone brilliantly. Your journey continues with empire

Zhao Yingning sighed, her gaze reluctantly falling upon the Golden Crow Feather.

Yet she quickly firmed her resolve. The Golden Crow Secret Store was fraught with danger, and many demons of Demon Country were on guard outside.

Even though their tribe possessed the key to the Secret Store, the chances of gaining access to the treasures within were non-existent.

The longer they delayed, the more likely it was that the Golden Crow Secret Store would fall into the hands of the King of Demon Country. It was better to leak the news of the Secret Store to others than to benefit their enemies.

And after all, Su Heng had already done well, displaying strength without preying on the weak.