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Chapter 1149 - 1149 580 Fight to the Death (4300)_2

Chapter 1149: 580 Fight to the Death (4300)_2 Chapter 1149: 580 Fight to the Death (4300)_2 A figure cloaked in a black combat uniform slowly walked in from outside, surrounded by an aura that commanded great pressure.

“Number One.” “Number One.” “…”

The crowd chorused in unison. The newcomer was none other than the leader of the White Skull Organization, Number One, one of the most formidable among the new humans.

Over the decades, his hands were stained with fresh blood, a name infamous for his brutality.

His strength had vaguely surpassed the “A” level, earning him the terrifying moniker of Demon Man.

“I just had a chat with Shark Tooth, the leader of the Blood Sand Organization. Most things have essentially become clear, and the collaboration will proceed smoothly,” Number One slowly began to speak. Shark Tooth, whom he mentioned, was also a vicious figure among the new humans, having been on the wanted list for thirty years, ranking second.

The top of the wanted list was, naturally, the Demon Man himself.

“Gentlemen, starting from tomorrow, the primeval Devil Blood Ritual can be set up in the Anta Mountains. We need to prepare in advance to welcome the forthcoming revival of Black Rain Villa,” Number One’s gaze swept deeply over the crowd. “The future of Black Rain Villa, the future of new humans, belongs to us. Our White Skull will be the rulers of the New Era…”

“That’s right, exactly so! Next, we will let rivers of blood flow through the Anta Mountains! With countless blood, we will forge the staircase leading to our throne…”

The five captains raised their arms and shouted, too excited to contain themselves.

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Instantaneously, the Magical Golem Sect was in action, the Door Organization was in action. The Totem Temple, the direct Blood Clan, and the Lunar Eclipse Meeting were all mobilizing their troops. Even the least threatening, weakest new human forces split into good and evil factions, unrealistically fantasizing about the day they would control Black Rain Villa.

Amidst such anticipation, desire, and eagerness.

The time had come to September 19th, with only one day remaining until the revival.

Hong Li Federation, East Sea County, Anta City, Anta Mountains.

The sun was setting in the west, its afterglow scattering through the clouds overhead.

Between the mountain forests, the light formed thousands of fragmented golden hues. On the uneven clearing among the trees, a team clad in black combat uniforms moved swiftly and rapidly towards their predetermined location. Among them, the strongest members were carrying a heavy large bag.

Clinking metallic sounds emanated from inside.

“Captain, there’s still no word from Blood Sand. They haven’t sent anyone to the agreed-upon location; I’m not sure what’s going on,” said a slim but agile figure appearing beside the woods, moving in closer to speak.

“What are they playing at? Are they playing hide and seek with us?” Number Seven clearly grew angry, his aura becoming quite dangerous. “I told Number One before that Blood Sand Organization is not trustworthy, and now at the critical moment, they proved me right…”

He stood in place, his muscular, towering frame akin to an iron tower.

“Never mind them, let’s focus on our own tasks. As for the rest, we’ll discuss it tonight when the senior levels gather. I must harshly question Blood Sand at that time and see if they have any sense of responsibility or sincerity to work together. If they don’t want to cooperate, they better disband and go their own way…”

“Tsk,” Number Seven snorted disdainfully through his nostrils.

“Move! Pick up the pace.”

Suddenly, the whole group, which had slowed down, sped up again.

They moved towards a depression in the mountains within the Anta Mountains.

Twenty minutes later.

The team arrived at the entrance of the valley, descending towards the lowest point.

Number Seven led boldly, his steps meteoric. While leading with the map in his hand, he instructed his team members, “This time, the coverage of the Devil Blood Ritual is unprecedentedly vast; however, vast does not mean imprecise. On the contrary, the larger the scale, the more precise it needs to be. The blood sacrifice stakes we brought must be nailed exactly at the locations marked on the map…”

“There can absolutely be no deviations; the margin of error is only half a meter, so be extremely careful. For example, the first blood sacrifice stake is located at the deepest part of this canyon…” Number Seven referenced the map, pointing and looking in that direction. That moment, his words abruptly stopped.

Because there was already a group of people who had occupied the place first.

This group had cleared the surrounding vegetation, exposing a flat and broad mud ground. They also carried some metal tools and glass containers with unknown liquids, doing something indeterminable. Yet, it was visible that the open ground was covered with a dense network of black trench patterns.

It seemed to be some kind of mysterious ceremonial design, similar to the Devil Blood Ritual.

“Damn it! Who are you!”

Number Seven immediately led his small team in a mad rush forward, shouting loudly.

As the two sides quickly closed in, the group that had reached the canyon first stopped their activities and slowly turned to look over. Under the sunlight, a series of high-quality black combat suits emitted a fine matte sheen, the chest and arms bulging with robust muscles. The tough leather wrist guards were tight around the wrists, adorned with four or five bright silver rivets.

All strong men, all practitioners of Secret Martial Arts, all from the Magical Golem Sect. On the back vests of their combat suits, there was clearly a nefariously large character: “Demon.” Concise and to the point, hailing from the Magical Golem Sect!

“A bunch of ordinary humans? Interesting, ordinary humans daring to venture into the Anta Mountains!?” Number Seven halted, his face revealing a disdainful expression. He was not at all intimidated by the opponent’s sturdy build and muscles.

The White Skull Organization was an extremely radical faction among new humans.