Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 485 The Wrath of the Divine Martial Continent

The gala ended, but the audience was still somewhat reluctant to leave.

Suppressing their excitement and restlessness, they walked out of the venue in an orderly manner.

They walked and discussed it heatedly.

The gala was star-studded, but the biggest focus and topic of conversation was undoubtedly the appearance of Lin Feng's team.

Although they disappeared for several months, Lin Feng's team remained true to their style: they remained silent until they made a move, and when they did, they stirred things up, not disappointing their fans and media friends.

And this is a major event, one that could cause a global uproar.

The gala has ended, but its impact has not. Major media outlets and television stations are working overtime to produce new programs, and some programs have already been released. Although the viewership is less than one percent of the gala's, it is still quite impressive.

The viewership ratings clearly show that no one is going to sleep right now; everyone is focused on and discussing how Lin Feng's team will close the portal to the Chaotic Land and their true strength.

The fact that Lin Feng's team could seal the eight-star spatial gate and had the courage to participate in the King's Plan shows that their strength is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface.

Viewers were discussing the strength of Lin Feng's team, while some speculated that the bounty on Lin Feng's team would increase several times over.
One can imagine how furious the various factions of the supernatural beings must be now that they know the truth.

This anger, unable to be vented, will be directly reflected in the bounty.

The bounties on Yun Kai and his group are not bad; although some are as high as tens of billions, they are nothing compared to Lin Feng's.

At this time, Lin Feng's bounty had reached a staggering 100 billion, surpassing even the bounties of some emperors. This was an incredibly terrifying figure. If converted into resources, given the current inflated prices, it would be enough to purchase two or three Earth-Ranked Demon Spirits.

If it were replaced with elixirs or similar medicines, it would take decades to use them all up.

"A conservative estimate is that it will double."

"I'd guess more than that, at least three times the original price."

"Money is just a number now, and ordinary resources are meaningless. I guess this time they will offer an irresistible temptation."

"It's possible. For example, the Miracle Fruit. If you eat one, you can go directly from the ninth rank to the king."

"The Miracle Fruit has side effects, and there aren't many of them on the Divine Martial Continent."

"It's so tempting!"

"It's really tempting, but unfortunately I don't have the chance."

"If there are no opportunities, create them."

"Do you really think this bounty is free? If it were easy, would we even be eligible?"

"That's true, it's never going to be our turn."

The murmurs spread within a certain area, but were not heard by the audience.

The assassins hidden among the audience were getting restless; they hadn't attended the party just to watch the performance.

With the start of the King's Plan, those who rank high on the popularity chart all have rewards to varying degrees.

But this is undoubtedly no match for Lin Feng.

Given the opportunity, they will not hesitate to take action.

Although the Chaotic Lands have been closed, the invasion of the Inhumans will not stop.

Although the top leadership has been releasing various optimistic messages to the public through the media, this is merely self-comfort and a means to maintain social stability.

Based on various signs, such as the frequency of new spatial portals appearing and the troop deployment of major forces on the Divine Martial Continent, it can be confirmed that a large-scale invasion by the Extraordinary Ones is inevitable; it's just a matter of time.

This period of time will not be long, perhaps twenty years, perhaps ten years.

Or perhaps in less than ten years.

At that time, the whole world will be engulfed in the flames of war, human life will be worthless, and strength will be the capital for survival.

Therefore, all martial artists are trying every means to improve their strength.

This is also why some resources and spirits that were originally rare are now appearing on the market, and why the various spatial gates are overcrowded.

People have never been so eager to improve their strength.

This is why major conglomerates and families are so obsessed with securing student slots.

In the face of the impending chaos, only the strong can guarantee safety; wealth and status are of little significance.

Lin Feng's team has a brilliant record, but they don't have a single champion. Considering the imminent invasion by the supernatural beings, they cannot be the saviors.

It won't do much good either.

Killing any one of them would bring a huge bounty, a rapid increase in strength, and the qualification to survive in this chaotic world—this is a temptation in itself. This temptation isn't just for assassins; it's the same for many people.

The culprit who shut down the Chaotic Lands has been revealed, and this news spread throughout the Divine Martial Continent in a very short time.

While China was engulfed in cheers, the Divine Martial Continent was filled with angry curses.

After ten years of preparation and a huge cost to merge the chaotic lands, just when the key was in hand and success was within reach, the portal was forcibly closed without warning, and only a handful of people escaped.

Hundreds of geniuses died without a complete corpse, over a hundred kings perished, two royal-level demonic beasts died, and one was seriously injured.

Apart from the "Battle of Dawn," the Divine Martial Continent has never suffered such a loss.

And the people responsible for such losses were just a small team.

A team that doesn't even have a King rank player.

The team leader was a name they were all familiar with.

Lin Feng.

He was a prodigy capable of slaying Haiwei of the Dragon King Palace. A ruthless individual whose hands were stained with the blood of geniuses from the Divine Martial Clan.

"It's actually Lin Feng, a team that doesn't even have a King-level player."

"Kill him, you must kill him."

"We must skin him alive, so that his soul cannot escape."

"We cannot kill him easily; we must refine him into a corpse puppet."

In the Dragon King's Palace, angry roars echoed continuously, and every supernatural being's face was filled with rage and murderous intent.

Never before had any human race infuriated them so much.

Inside the magnificent palace, a man dressed in a golden robe sat on a throne made of a giant white dragon skull.

He had a single horn on his head, deep purple eyes, a rugged appearance, and an air of boundless majesty. He was extremely robust, and upon hearing the angry roars outside the hall, he let out a soft laugh.

As laughter erupted, the entire hall trembled slightly.

"An interesting guy."

Who could have imagined that a human youth of only twenty-one years old would thwart their invasion plan and cause them such devastating losses?

This human youth also killed his grandson and practiced the cultivation technique he created.

Looking back now, it's truly unbelievable and laughable.

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As space slightly distorted, a phantom figure appeared in the hall.

"Haishan, how can you still laugh?"

The newly appeared illusory figure asked in an unfriendly tone.

"Why can't you laugh? A mere ant caused a ten-year plan to fail, leaving us both helpless. Don't you find that funny?"

Hai Shan, seated on the dragon throne, spoke.

Before the illusory figure could reply, space distorted once more.

In just a few minutes, a total of five illusory figures appeared in the main hall, some of which were in the form of demonic beasts, like enlarged versions of demonic spirits.

At this moment, the leaders of the six major forces on the Divine Martial Continent—the Two Palaces, the Three Halls, and the Demon Clan—appeared together.

For a piece of news appeared.

"It's rare to have so many people here."

A phantom spoke, its words tinged with self-mockery.

They were ironically surprised that a small, weak human squad was worth gathering together to discuss.

Even the most powerful beings are nothing more than ants to them, and can be easily slaughtered.

And this isn't the first time such a discussion has taken place.

The conversation did not last long. Ten minutes later, the phantoms disappeared, leaving only Hai Shan on the dragon throne.

At the same time, exorbitant bounty offers were being sent out from various spatial portals, shocking countries around the world.

This has also driven major assassin organizations around the world crazy.

(End of this chapter)