Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1212 1223: The SOS Letter

This battle!

Out of the two million Demon Beast Army, more than half were killed or injured; only seven to eight hundred thousand managed to escape back to the Blazing Flame Hell.

They pursued for dozens of li, and just as they were about to break into the Blazing Flame Flood Dragon's lair, the Six Great Venerable Tiers of Demon Beasts joined forces in front of the Blazing Flame Hell and opened up an Array, blocking the Mozi Academy army behind it.

Although Wang Yan and the six Elders tried their best to break this Array, the formation looked incomparably profound. Even with Wang Yan and the six Elders working together, they couldn't shake the Array in the slightest.

Since they couldn't break the Array, the Elders had no choice but to order all disciples to retreat.

However, in this one battle, the Demon Beast Army could be said to have suffered a grievous loss of Primordial Qi, and in the near future would have no strength to attack Mozi Academy again.

Adding in the self-slaughter between the Blazing Flame clan and the Vampire Race, the originally imposing Blazing Flame clan and Vampire Race, nearly ten million in number, had lost almost half.

But just as everyone was about to retreat, they heard from behind the Array a Venerable Tier Blazing Flame Flood Dragon roar furiously: "Wang Yan, it was you who made the Demon Land Blood Array activate ahead of time. When the time comes, don't you regret it."

Hearing this, Wang Yan couldn't help being stunned, and once again looked at the Array that was blocking him.

"Could this Array be called the Demon Land Blood Array? Even though it's just an Array, why does it give me this feeling of my heart trembling in fear?"

The more he looked at the Demon Land Blood Array, the more Wang Yan felt his hair stand on end.

At this moment, Elder Si Qin walked over and patted Wang Yan's shoulder, saying, "Wang Yan, that Blazing Flame Flood Dragon is deliberately trying to scare you. Since we've already fought our way to its lair, the Blazing Flame Flood Dragon shouldn't pose much threat to us anymore."

Wang Yan nodded and followed Elder Si Qin and the army as they headed back.

However, on the way back, there was one thing in Wang Yan's heart that he didn't dare tell Elder Si Qin.

The Blazing Flame Flood Dragon and the Vampire Bat were nothing more than watchdogs. Behind them, there would be an even more powerful enemy.

Originally, Wang Yan was only half-believing this, but after seeing the Demon Land Blood Array, he was convinced.

Because as an Array Master, although Wang Yan couldn't understand this Demon Land Blood Array at all, he could still feel how terrifying the person who constructed this Array was.

After returning to Mozi Academy, the entire academy immediately fell into a frenzy of victory celebrations, but Wang Yan went straight back to the Golden Palace and did not appear again.

Inside the Golden Palace, Wang Yan seized every moment and immediately threw himself into cultivation.

Although his current cultivation of Half-Venerable could already be considered powerful, Wang Yan knew that he was still inferior to that monstrous genius and the Venerable Tier Blazing Flame Flood Dragon, let alone compared to the master behind the Blazing Flame Flood Dragon.

Besides, judging by the words of the Venerable Tier Blazing Flame Flood Dragon, the Demon Land Blood Array being activated ahead of time would definitely produce corresponding consequences. But what consequences? And when would they arrive? Wang Yan had absolutely no idea.

Yet Wang Yan had a premonition in his heart that in the near future, a great catastrophe would inevitably descend.

The battle at the Prison Suppression Pass was only the prelude.

While Wang Yan was racing against time to cultivate in the Golden Palace, he had no idea that in various parts of the Celestial Dynasty, a disaster had already quietly descended.

The Capital.

A large mass of gray fog silently shrouded the sky. If one looked down from the heavens, the entire Capital was a swath of gray; you could no longer see any buildings on the ground.

Even the tallest skyscraper in the Capital, the Three Principles Group, was completely hidden in the mist; the top of the building could not be seen.

At this moment, in a luxurious office on the top floor of the building.

An old man sat on a soft leather sofa, coughing non-stop.

This old man was none other than Fushi, who had once crossed paths with Wang Yan at the Fang Family.

At this moment, opposite Fushi sat a middle-aged man who resembled him in countenance, his face full of worry as he said, "Godfather, your illness is getting worse. How about letting me share the workload for the Group? You've worked hard all your life; it's time you rested."

This middle-aged man was Fushi's adopted son, named Xia Jian.

Fushi shook his head, glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window, but everything he saw was gray; he could see nothing at all: "It's just the weather. The smog is too heavy. My body is fine, cough, cough…"

Xia Jian said, "Father, I know you've always wanted to find the true heir of the Jiang family name, but now the Peak Group has launched an acquisition against us. If we don't counterattack, I'm afraid the entire Three Principles Group won't survive. When that happens, what will we have left to return to the true heir?"

Hearing this, Fushi pondered for a moment, sighed, and said, "Fine, I'll temporarily appoint you as the Group's acting CEO, but I may take the authority back at any time."

At Fushi's words, a bright gleam flashed in Xia Jian's eyes, but he quickly concealed it and said, "Understood, Father. I'll manage everything well; you can rest easy."

When Xia Jian wanted to say more, Fushi waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

Xia Jian nodded, turned, and walked out of the room.

But as soon as he stepped out, an excited expression appeared on Xia Jian's face. The corners of his mouth curled up in a cold smile: "That damned old man, still not dead after living so long. Once you die, the Three Principles Group will be mine, and that so-called heir with the surname Jiang can get lost."

…

At this time, in the office, Fushi's coughing grew more and more violent, almost impossible to stop.

Fushi's hands trembled as he picked up the glass of water on the table and raised it to his lips, just about to take a sip.

But with a harsh bout of coughing, a strand of fresh blood spurted from Fushi's mouth, instantly dyeing the water in the glass red.

Looking at the blood in the water, Fushi sighed inwardly and murmured in his heart, "It seems my time is up, yet the true heir of the Three Principles Group—the son of Jiang—has still not been found. How can I die in peace?"

After thinking for a moment, Fushi tremblingly wrote a letter, sealed the envelope, and called in his secretary, saying, "Help me deliver this letter to the Fang Family immediately."

The secretary took the letter at once and left the office.

However, moments later, this letter ended up in Xia Jian's hands.

Holding the opened letter between two fingers, Xia Jian let out a cold snort and said, "The Fang Family? Don't think I don't know there's a group of Cultivators in this world. Hmph, you know Cultivators, and so do I. When the time comes, no matter who comes, I'll make you suffer for it. As for this letter, I'll wait a few months before 'sending' it for you."

The corners of Xia Jian's mouth rose, revealing a sinister, gloomy smile.

Three months later.

Wang Yan stepped out from within the Golden Palace. Having not seen Wang Yan for several months, Liu Hua, Fang Jinchun and the others all came forward to greet him.

But Wang Yan's expression was indifferent, as if he was somewhat displeased.

In truth, over these three months, no matter how Wang Yan cultivated and comprehended, his cultivation remained stuck at Half-Venerable, without the slightest breakthrough.

So Wang Yan was rather depressed.

Moreover, the unease in his heart was growing stronger and stronger, as if some attack from underground was drawing ever nearer.

Therefore Wang Yan came out of the Golden Palace to see what was happening outside.

Just then, they suddenly saw a disciple fly up from the foot of the peak and land in front of Wang Yan.

Seeing this disciple, both Wang Yan and Fang Jinchun recognized him; he was a disciple of the Fang Family.

"What is it?" Fang Jinchun asked.

The disciple raised a letter in his hands and said, "A letter has arrived at the Fang Family. It's from Fushi of the Three Principles Group, addressed to Senior Brother."

Wang Yan took the letter, glanced at it, and couldn't help but frown. "The date at the end of this letter is three months ago. Why is it only being delivered now?"

This disciple said, "I'm not sure. The letter only reached the Fang Family a week ago. During this time Senior Brother has been in seclusion, and Fushi is just an ordinary person, so he didn't dare disturb Senior Brother."

Hearing this, Wang Yan's brows furrowed tightly. "An urgent letter from three months ago, and now three months have passed—whatever it was is likely already too late. There's no time to lose; I'm going to the Three Principles Group right now."