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Chapter 528 - 363: The Rise in Prices, The Beginning of the Frenzy_3

Chapter 528: Chapter 363: The Rise in Prices, The Beginning of the Frenzy_3

Even at such a distance, the power that emanated from the image was terrifying enough to make him quake with fear.

There are Seven Senses deities, Eight Senses demigods, Ninth and Tenth Orders.

It seems that the Tenth Order is divine; however, the Evil God stands above all deities.

Fang You shook his head. He put aside considerations too distant to fathom, for they would only undercut his confidence.

He switched to Thousand Faces’ perspective.

In the eerie environment, he couldn’t find Thousand Faces’ figure—what he saw were numerous monstrous and terror-inducing creatures, creating a scene of demons dancing wildly.

There were beings with a thousand demonic eyes, humanoid aberrations formed of maggots, and creatures resembling cockroaches, octopuses, and so on.

It’s true that the Ghastly Realm also harbored some native fantasy creatures, like the fish-people with their giant fish heads and dead fish eyes which, aesthetically, greatly differed from humans. Yet, compared to these minions of the Evil God, their appearances were a thousand times more benevolent.

Under such conditions, Thousand Faces must be under tremendous pressure.

As for the affairs of the Shattered Sea, it’s better to bother Thousand Faces’ avatar less and let him/her focus on dealing with the affairs of the Crimson Emperor.

After two months undercover, Thousand Faces had made substantial gains.

He/She had ascended to the upper echelons of the Crimson Moon Camp·Crimson Emperor faction, becoming a renowned power just below the mythicals, and the chief leader in charge of commanding minions on ordinary days.

Of course, Thousand Faces could only command within certain limits and could not defy the grand strategies set by the mythical beings.

Ascending to such a position, naturally, he/she had learned many secrets.

The blockade by the Crimson Emperor was exceptionally tight, and as time passed, more and more rituals were laid out. Unlike the rituals commonly used by the Oasis powers, the minions’ rituals could directly harness the power of the indescribable Evil God, with a far more terrifying potency.

In the past, the arriving avatar of a Six Senses Bloodbeard Priest could set up a ritual on Blue Star to refine tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people.

The materials for the ritual were surprisingly simple, and this was the fearfulness of the Evil God camp.

With these dreadful rituals in place, and at least four or five mythicals and the demigod-level Crimson Emperor stationed there, the region could indeed be described as a dragon’s den and a tiger’s lair.

Fang You discarded the idea of inhabiting Xiao Huanlang again.

"I wonder if, when Thousand Faces ascends to the mythicals, he/she could pretend to be a minion of the Evil God and ascend. If so, then he/she could really infiltrate the upper echelons of the Red Moon Camp."

Information provided by Thousand Faces was written as messages in the dialog box.

Not many words, but plenty of content.

Beyond the numerous rituals, Thousand Faces had also relayed a crucial piece of news.

Seemingly, a major conflict was about to erupt between the Crimson Moon Camp and another Evil God camp. No, perhaps it had already begun; Thousand Faces discovered that dozens of tribes had been dispatched to unknown lands, with no further knowledge obtainable.

For those below the mythicals, even the most outstanding are merely pawns in the eyes of beings like the Crimson Emperor.

"It’s good that they fight, marvelous indeed!"

As a pure human, Fang You wished nothing more than for the two Evil God camps to engage in full-scale war; better yet for the indescribable Evil God itself to suffer a severe blow.

No matter who lost or won, he would be delighted.

Both sides suffering losses would mean double the delight.

After all, no matter the outcome, it was all beneficial and harmless to him—such is the joy of being an onlooker.

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While undercurrents stirred in the Shattered Sea, the Falling Star Pit, the Blazing Fire Mall was becoming more lively.

Two months ago, this Oasis was but a specialty shop area for the Blazefire Commerce Guild, but now, more than half the shops had been rented out; many major commerce guilds found it an ideal transit point for trade.

Here, products from several Great Domains converged, and while it could not compare to Grand Havoc City in scale, it had its unique charms.

The Goldstream Commerce Guild was one such top-tier guild from the Eternal Frost Great Domain.

The Eternal Frost Great Domain produced many ice-related materials that could be sold for ten or even dozens of times their original price when transported to other realms. However, the journey was long and treacherous, and even if one managed to reach another Great Domain, being unfamiliar with the local Oasis made business difficult.

The Goldstream Commerce Guild made arrangements with several other top guilds to trade their respective specialities in this Flamefire Oasis. In doing so, they avoided the dangers of long-distance travel to unknown Great Domains, saved time, and with the powerful Blazefire Commerce Guild mediating, there was no need to fear getting cheated.

A win-win-win situation!

This was thanks to the previous auction, after which the guilds figured it made sense to use the established route rather than let it go to waste, and more and more guilds began using this place as a site for trade validation.

Naturally, the development of Flamefire Oasis soared.

But today, the leader of Goldstream Commerce Guild was furrowing his brows, "Strange, it has been thirteen days past the agreed time. Why hasn’t the Daylight Commerce Association arrived yet?"

Long-distance travel across Great Domains was inherently risky, and a delay of two or three days was negligible.

But more than ten days was a bit long.

Could they have encountered danger? The Daylight Commerce Fleet had traversed this trading route at least a couple of times. It wasn’t possible so seasoned a convoy could have fallen into some deadly trap, was it?

On the fourteenth day, the Goldstream Commerce Fleet’s leader finally saw the Daylight Commerce Fleet arrive.

However, the Daylight Commerce Fleet that rolled into the Oasis had more than half its members injured or dead, with carriages smeared with bloodstains, evidencing a battle most desperate and dire.

"What happened?"

"Mysterious Evil went berserk, and the wild Mysterious Evil creatures have become incredibly powerful, they all... all surged forth!"