404: Gift giving

It had to be said that Fang Bai's ability to reach this level had exceeded everyone's expectations.

They had originally thought that no matter how monstrous Fang Bai's talent was, breaking through to the legendary Ninth Tier would not be easy. They didn't expect this kid to play by his own rules; not only did he break through to the Ninth Tier, but he was also no ordinary Ninth Tier!

A person like him was already from a completely different world compared to them!

Fang Bai looked at everyone's expressions and grinned. "What's wrong? Why is everyone so stiff? Is it because you admire me too much?"

As soon as he said this, everyone laughed, and the atmosphere softened considerably.

They knew that Fang Bai hadn't become aloof just because he broke through to the Ninth Tier; he was still the same Fang Bai as before.

Qi Tian walked over, patted Fang Bai's shoulder, and said, "Old Bai, the final decisive battle between humans and the Demon Race is in one month. Do you think we can win?"

"This..."

Fang Bai pondered, not knowing how to answer him.

In fact, even he himself wasn't sure.

"The Demon Race's strength is very high, and we humans are at a disadvantage. Furthermore, the Demon Race has three transcendent existences at the Ninth Rank Peak. In terms of overall strength, we are on the back foot."

The Old Dean's voice slowly rang out.

Everyone's expressions immediately turned solemn.

If that was the case, weren't they in dire straits?

"Of course, you don't need to worry so much. Everything has its destiny. All we can do is improve our own strength and survive the final decisive battle as much as possible."

The Old Dean slowly spoke: "After discussions among the leadership of the Martial Academy, it has been decided that the Martial Academy's treasury will be fully opened. Every student and instructor can use the academy's resources to improve their strength!"

Hearing this, everyone was not excited but rather serious and solemn.

Because even if they could significantly improve their strength, the final result might still be death!

The atmosphere on the scene became heavy once again.

"Everyone, this is something we cannot escape."

"Since that's the case, why not fight a hearty battle? What does it matter if we die?"

... "Exactly! So what if we die?! Let's fight to our heart's content! Fight until the sky and earth turn dark!"

"Damn it! Even if I'm cannon fodder, I'll be a valuable piece of cannon fodder!"

"Hahaha! Everyone has to die eventually. I won't leave any regrets!"

"So what if they're the Demon Race? Wipe them out, and the prosperous age will be ours!"

"..."

Fang Bai looked at everyone and smiled slightly, then suddenly spoke: "In that case, I'll give you all a little help."

Hearing this, everyone was surprised, and then they all began to look forward to it.

The senior student before them was a true Ninth Tier!

A glint flashed in the Old Dean's eyes.

Fang Bai then looked at him and said, "Dean, find an open field."

The Old Dean nodded slightly: "Everyone, assemble at the Martial Arts Arena!"

His voice clearly reached the ears of everyone in the Martial Academy. Everyone was curious, but they still rushed toward the academy one after another.

A moment later, hundreds of people had gathered at the Martial Academy's Martial Arts Arena.

Originally, the number of students in the Martial Academy was not this low, but after several major battles, the academy had suffered heavy casualties, and only a few hundred survivors remained.

However, these people had all undergone more or less of a transformation, and their overall auras were much stronger.

At this moment, everyone was looking around curiously, wondering why the Dean had issued the assembly order.

At this time, several powerful auras appeared in the sky above the square; it was the Dean and the others.

Several Eighth-Rank Experts!

The Dean looked at the crowd, a complex look in his eyes. Today's Martial Academy was on the verge of decline.

"Old Qi, didn't you want to be the Dean?"

The Dean's sudden remark made Qi Baichuan's expression turn wary. He sneered, "Old man, you're trying to set me up! Do you want me to be the sinner of the Martial Academy?"

Damn it! This old thing must want him to be the Dean so he can push the responsibility for the Martial Academy's destruction onto him!

Future rumors would say: Some Dean Qi appeared in the Martial Academy, causing it to go downhill and eventually become history... He didn't want that!

The Dean smiled and said, "You kid, what's wrong with facing some adversity? If the Martial Academy takes off under your leadership, wouldn't the credit be yours?"

Qi Baichuan was expressionless: "Just keep on painting your pretty pictures."

The Old Dean didn't say much more. He smiled and then looked toward the void: "Little fellow, everyone is here. It's time for you to make your appearance."

As his voice fell, space suddenly distorted, and immediately after, a powerful pressure enveloped the entire field!

Everyone's faces changed drastically, filled with horror.

This aura was so powerful it made people feel despair!

Eighth Tier? Or Ninth Tier?

Under everyone's gaze, a young figure slowly walked out from the cracked space, hands behind his back, looking incredibly cool.

The moment Fang Bai appeared, everyone went from shock to admiration, and voices rang out one after another!

"Senior Fang Bai!"

Senior Fang Bai!

Legends of Fang Bai circulated within the Martial Academy; he was a legendary senior!

It was said that he had been practicing for less than two years and had already broken through the shackles of the Ninth Tier, becoming a top-tier powerhouse in the world!

Everyone looked at him with worshipful eyes.

Fang Bai smiled slightly: "I didn't expect to still have some fame in the Martial Academy."

He was very satisfied with this effect.

Pausing for a moment, Fang Bai said, "I won't say any more unnecessary words. As you all should know, in one month, there will be a battle for the survival of humanity. And now, you all need to improve your strength..."

"As an old senior of the Martial Academy, well, I'll give everyone some benefits."

As he spoke, Fang Bai waved his hand.

In an instant, massive figures fell from space, crashing onto the open square.

Each body was enormous, and the lingering aura that swept out was heart-stopping!

"Demon Lord Corpses!"

Mo Ming and the others' expressions turned sharp, their eyes filled with shock.

There were a full dozen corpses at the Demon Lord level, and among them were four Great Demons above the Extreme Realm!

At this moment, everyone showed looks of shock.

The Old Dean's gaze was complex: "Even with the spoils collected from the battlefield, the portion the Martial Academy receives is not nearly as rich as this."

A single Demon Lord Corpse could improve the cultivation of hundreds of people!

Now, there were a full dozen!

For martial artists with low cultivation, the energy contained in high-level demon beast corpses was incredibly terrifying!

Even for Eighth-Rank Experts, Demon Lord Corpses could help them take a step further!

Everyone's faces lit up with joy!

And at this time, Fang Bai suddenly smiled and said, "These are just the appetizers. There's more..."

With a thought, the crack in space began to expand, and then, an even more massive body slowly descended from the void!

In an instant, the lingering aura swept out like a violent storm!

That was an aura far exceeding the Eighth Tier!

Even after death, there was still such pressure!

Everyone's breathing suddenly became heavy!

A Demon God Corpse!