The Big Boss Has Arrived

The scene of all things annihilating that was expected to happen did not occur.

That wisp of gray fog touched the wound, bringing no destruction, but instead reversing the process of the injury.

Everything returned to a direction as if it had never happened.

The gurgling blood stopped.

Immediately after, they actually found their own way and poured back into the ruptured blood vessels.

The mangled internal organ tissues squirmed and reorganized under the shroud of the gray fog, the broken ribs made subtle sounds, automatically returning to their places and reconnecting, and the penetrated muscle fibers healed one by one.

In just a few breaths.

The two blood holes on Li Yan's chest and abdomen completely disappeared.

His skin returned to its original bronze color, smooth and flat, without the slightest scar.

The other wounds pierced by bone spurs on his body were also erased of their existence one by one.

That burly body became complete again.

But An Changqing and Long Ao saw it clearly.

Li Yan's breathing was still weak.

The aura that had decayed after burning his life essence had not recovered in the slightest.

He only repaired the container.

But did not replenish the burned-out fuel for this container.

After doing all this, the gray fog figure indifferently withdrew his hand.

He treated this great feat of bringing the dead back to life as if a craftsman had repaired an ordinary tool.

His figure began to fade, his outline became blurred, and he slowly walked into that black coffin.

That coercion that suppressed all things to lose their voices and froze the heaven and earth also quickly faded with his sinking.

The wind began to flow again in the valley.

The demon race crawling on the ground stopped trembling.

The fear in their crimson pupils remained, but the absolute sense of submission from the depths of their bloodline had disappeared.

Thud.

The coffin lid closed, making a soft sound.

The Bone Demon originally thought he had survived a disaster, but found that the damn gray fog had climbed back onto his ankle again.

"No..."

His voice was like a starting horn, and after one sound, all the demons became members of that gray fog.

The battlefield returned to dead silence.

The next second, the black coffin immediately turned into the eye of the wind.

The gray fog no longer drifted, but frantically gathered at a point in front of the coffin.

Finally, it condensed into the figure of Chen Guan.

He staggered a step, his face pale as paper.

With one hand propped on the cold coffin, he barely steadied his figure, panting heavily.

"Chen Guan!"

"How are you?"

An Changqing and Long Ao's voices sounded at the same time, full of the rejoicing of surviving a disaster. Seeing an acquaintance appear and withdraw his magical powers, they naturally felt much more at ease.

Chen Guan did not respond immediately. On the one hand, he was a little dizzy and wanted to speak but lacked the strength. The system chattering in his ear was already very noisy, and the massive barrage in front of him also distracted him.

[Is that the one in the coffin? How did the person in the coffin change into a faceless man.]

[What is that? Is that a god.]

[God... I can't think of any other description besides this word.]

[Directly instantly killed two demon generals, what level of power is this?]

[So what Chen Guan has been carrying on his back is... a sleeping god?]

[Why did Chen Guan disappear after the god in the coffin appeared, what is the relationship between the two of them.]

[Who cares, from today on, whoever smears Chen Guan, I will be the first to disagree!]

The tsunami-like popularity points and one-sided praise made Chen Guan's heart skip a beat.

As for why he disappeared after the god in the coffin appeared...

Because Old Me didn't really wake up, he imitated Guan Jinyue and Blood Butcher and directly started a sacrifice. The method of sacrifice was obtained from Bael.

And the sacrifice was himself.

If it weren't to start the ceremony, he wouldn't have needed to talk nonsense with Yan Yu.

Relying on this method, his consciousness could briefly return to the main body, but perhaps because his spiritual power was too low, it was completely unsustainable.

"Host, this behavior has an extremely high risk. Excessive use may cause permanent damage to the link between the vest and the main body, or even break the link. Please use it carefully in the future. In addition, because the nurturing process was interrupted, if the main body wants to fully recover, the required popularity points will probably increase in price. The specific calculation is being done by this system."

Chen Guan's heart sank.

The second half of the sentence was fine, it was nothing more than popularity points.

But, permanent damage... link broken?

Chen Guan instantly understood that if he played with fire, his Chen Guan vest might completely lose contact with the main body and become a truly one-time consumable!

This cost is too great.

Without the vest, the main body can only be unable to move like a sculpture. Without the old self, who would still love Old Me.

It seems that this trump card of the main body absolutely cannot be used easily again.

He suppressed the waves in his heart and pulled his attention back to reality.

Acting requires a full set.

He straightened up, his face still holding that weak look.

He raised his foot to walk towards Li Yan to check his specific situation.

And right at this time.

A magnetic voice with a bit of cynicism came from the dense forest on the edge of the basin.

It had no warning, breaking the silence of surviving a disaster in this place.

"The performance was wonderful, little guy."

Everyone present heard it clearly.

"Now, it's the professionals' turn to clear the field."

Everyone looked toward the sound.

Only to see a figure walking out of the woods.

He had his hands in his pockets, walking at a leisurely pace.

The person coming wore a simple suit and looked plain.

Only those eyes carried a smile that saw through everything.

An Changqing's pupils lost focus for a moment.

"Senior Lin Jiu?"

This name made Long Ao also cast a glance.

From Jiangcheng to Huaqing, why is this person omnipresent?

Why would he be here?

White Tiger did not answer An Changqing, but just looked around this messy basin.

His gaze swept over the demon corpses and the heavily injured students.

Finally falling on Li Yan, who was kneeling on the ground with his life force cut off.

He clicked his tongue, his demeanor like he was examining a flawed piece of art.

"The farce should end."

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Snap.

The crisp sound echoed in the valley.

An Changqing, Su Yuehe, and Long Ao's brains were pierced by severe pain, the world in front of them shattered in response, and everything in their field of vision became flying pieces of glass.

Brand new and real images flooded into their minds, forcibly overwriting their original memories.

An invisible giant hand was roughly tearing and reshaping their cognition.

In the image, Teacher Li Yan fell into a desperate situation under the siege of three demon generals.

He did not retreat, but chose the most tragic way.

He roared at the sky, his burly body turning into a furnace of lightning, completely igniting his own life essence.

That is a forbidden technique.

At the cost of his life, in exchange for power beyond his rank.

The dazzling lightning swallowed everything and completely annihilated the figures of the three demon generals.

The lightning dissipated, Teacher Li Yan's figure reappeared, and then he knelt down exhausted.

Perishing together.

What a tragic fight to the death this was.

The torrent of memories washed over, but in an instant.

When An Changqing opened his eyes again, the previous shock and doubt about Chen Guan's power were completely gone, leaving only endless sorrow and reverence.

"Teacher..." he muttered to himself, his voice a bit lower, blaming his own incompetence.

Long Ao's eyes were filled with tears.

In his memory, that unyielding figure ultimately sacrificed itself to protect them, burning into a blinding flash of lightning that incinerated everything in its path.

Only Chen Guan stood rooted to the spot. He watched White Tiger finish all this, then glanced at the shifting expressions on his companions' faces, completely bewildered.

His own memory remained perfectly intact, leaving him entirely clueless as to what White Tiger had actually done. However, he could hazard a guess—this wasn't the first time White Tiger had pulled the trick of altering memories.

Does the Summoning class just mean summoning the abilities of the other seven classes? If White Tiger doesn't get nerfed, how is this even fair?