Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2082 - 2082 2072 Mercenary Group

2082: Chapter 2072: Mercenary Group 2082: Chapter 2072: Mercenary Group Long Yan’s eyes gradually regained clarity.

A streak of blood light flashed on his arm, and the Magic Gun that had just been in his hands had disappeared, replaced by a fresh red Curse Mark that had appeared on his arm.

If Long Yan wanted, he could summon the Magic Gun at any time.

Having repaired his level with the scarlet light, Long Yan had also been promoted to a Fourth Rank God King.

Even now, facing a Half-Step Divine Emperor, Long Yan possessed the strength to fight.

This small Space had become a complete mess; when Long Yan had subdued the Magic Gun just now, he had left the place in ruins.

However, the Magic Gun had been taken by Long Yan, and there was no longer any need for this small space to exist.

“Let it be immersed in history.”

Long Yan silently said in his heart, his right hand touching the wall behind him.

His whole figure vanished within the Space, and the flow of time behind the Altar resumed.

The scene rapidly reversed back to the current time—the Altar began to age continuously, and many stones could no longer hold on, falling to the ground, depicting a scene of decay.

Long Yan had gained quite a bit this time.

The items from the Demon Clan Treasury could be used to bolster the foundation of the Seven-Star Hall.

After some time, the Seven-Star Hall might rise to a higher level.

The Seven-Star Hall was just a top Sect in a Star Domain, but with these items collected by Long Yan, it might compare with the Major Sects of the Holy Domain.

When he thought of the Holy Domain, Long Yan recalled the gaze Lingxi had given him when she was taken away.

He had now successfully taken the first step and had come closer to the heights where Lingxi was.

“It really is a bit like the beginning.”

A surge of heroism welled up in Long Yan’s heart.

Because of identity and strength, if you don’t want to marry your daughter to me, then I will climb to a position even higher than yours!

“Kill!”

“Da Zhuang!!

Save me!!”

A series of shouts and howls of wolves, a wave of chaotic noise, entered Long Yan’s ears.

“Hmm?”

Long Yan’s figure disappeared from the spot, flying towards the source of the sounds.

The God Demon Battlefield also had many green areas; those forests were gathering places for Demon Beasts.

Mercenaries often came here to take up bounties or hunt some Demon Beasts in exchange for some Mysterious Lingdan, which was also the main lifestyle of most residents in this small town.

Blood splattered on the burly man’s face as the Beheading Great Saber, pulled from the belly of a Demon Wolf, sprayed him all over.

This was a small team of three people, who for some reason had been surrounded by a pack of wolves.

“Damn, I’m not going to die here today, am I?”

The burly man was named Zhong Cheng, and he was one of many relying on the God Demon Battlefield to scrape out a living; beside him were his good friends, one named Da Zhuang and the other Shen Kong.

The three had grown up together since childhood, so they weren’t afraid of treachery.

Like usual, they planned to hunt some Demon Wolves today to exchange for some Mysterious Lingdan to support their families, but this pack of wolves seemed to have gone mad, attacking the three of them.

“Ah!!!”

A piercing howl came from Da Zhuang as a Demon Wolf fiercely clamped onto his right arm, blood flowing from the seams of the wolf’s teeth.

Zhong Cheng swung his great saber, instantly chopping off the head of the Demon Wolf hanging from Da Zhuang’s arm, the skin and flesh of the arm gruesomely turned inside out, a horrifying sight to see.

Zhong Cheng’s gaze became a bit desperate.

It was already difficult for the few of them to save their lives, and now without Da Zhuang’s Combat Power, they were likely all going to die here.

With a “thud,” a small blood-red flower appeared amidst the wolf pack, a Long Spear flashing a strange demonic light appeared among them, emitting traces of Blood Qi that made the surrounding wolves lustfully eye the spear.

The blood-red flower emitted a dazzling light, growing against the wind, eventually becoming as massive as a tree.

A massive blood-red circle enveloped most of the wolf pack, accompanied by a huge explosion, killing at least half of the Demon Wolves in that blast.

“Hmm?”

Zhong Cheng looked at the wolf pack, hesitant to approach further, with a puzzled expression.

He had heard the explosion, but he had no idea what had caused it.

A dark figure landed in front of the three men, causing the surrounding wolves to collectively step back.

From the eyes of the wolves, Zhong Cheng even detected a trace of fear.

With a casual wave of his left hand under the black robe, the Magic Gun, stuck diagonally in the ground as if responding, flew up into the Man in the Black Robe’s hand, and the surrounding wolves retreated like the tide.

Zhong Cheng and the other two stood there dumbfounded.

Was it over just like that?

Who exactly was this man in the black robe who had repelled the wolf pack with a single strike?

The man in the black robe was naturally Long Yan.

He had bought the robe to disguise himself and stored it in his ring.

Always cautious, Long Yan decided to keep himself hidden first.

“Senior.”

After thinking for a bit, Zhong Cheng, not being able to see Long Yan’s face or know his age through the black robe, decided to address him as “Senior.”

“Are you three a part of the mercenary group in this God Demon Battlefield?”

With the modulation of True Qi, Long Yan’s voice sounded exceptionally deep, causing all three men to tremble.

“Yes.”

Zhong Cheng replied respectfully, calculating in his mind that if he annoyed the man in front of them, all three might lose their lives.

“You go and tend to your companion’s wounds first, then take me out of here.”

Long Yan pointed to Da Zhuang, who was clutching his arm.

Upon hearing Long Yan’s words, Zhong Cheng showed a bitter smile.

He wanted to help, but the bite from the Demon Wolf was severe.

The surrounding skin had started to necrotize, and now the only way to save Da Zhuang’s life was to amputate his arm.

Yet, as close as brothers, how could he make himself do it?

“Why don’t you do it?”

Zhong Cheng handed his Big Knife to Shen Kong, unable to bring himself to do it.

Shen Kong took the knife, his hands trembling continually.

“What are you doing?”

After watching for a while, Long Yan finally spoke, questioning their actions.

Why were they about to cut off their companion’s arm?

He had assumed they would apply some herbs or something.

Zhong Cheng reluctantly explained the need to amputate the arm, his face filled with bitterness.

“Step aside.”

A bright white flame appeared in Long Yan’s hand.

Zhong Cheng and Shen Kong defensively blocked Long Yan.

“I can save his arm.”

Upon hearing Long Yan’s words, the two were stunned.

Using flame to heal was unheard of.

“If I wanted to harm you, you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

Long Yan’s voice carried a tinge of helplessness, but the White Flame from Mo Shuang Ancient Flame indeed possessed ample life force, potentially able to save Da Zhuang’s arm.

If they waited any longer, Da Zhuang might bleed to death.

“We might as well treat a dead horse as a living one.”

Zhong Cheng gritted his teeth and spoke, knowing that losing an arm was akin to a death sentence for someone who relied on the God Demon Battlefield for a living.

He moved aside, clearing the path for Long Yan.