185: A group of monsters from the demon world rushed over and slapped you in the face. What did they want?

In the wilderness of Qingcheng, at a military base, in the reception hall, General Liu Zhen, the representative of the Northern Military System, sat on the left side of the round table with the garrison commanders from various Northern Military System strongholds, such as General Liu, the commander of the Liang City Military System. His expression was serious as he looked at Bo Shan, the representative of the Mountain Giant Tribe, who sat opposite him.

Representatives from various parties related to the Military System, such as Tang Gao, the representative of the Pingdan Group, who was likely to be responsible for ensuring the production of new Medicinal Pills and logistics, were also invited to sit on the lower left side, alongside representatives from other interest groups.

Among a group of middle-aged and elderly people, the very young Tang Gao stood out conspicuously.

Tang Gao looked relaxed, even wanting to play games on his phone, but finding the network disconnected, he regretfully gave up the idea of ranking up and played Snake in silent mode.

Bo Shan, the Mountain Giant, had transformed into a two-meter-tall, shrunken version of himself, his expression very serious.

General Liu Zhen wanted to ignore the clear, pitch-black palm print on his face, but it was too obvious to overlook, and his curiosity exploded: "Representative Bo Shan, what happened to your face?"

Representative Bo Shan wanted to maintain a serious demeanor, but thinking of yesterday's encounter, his mood soured instantly, and his face darkened: "My clan members and I were sleeping when a group of Demon Realm beasts appeared from nowhere, rushed up, slapped us, and then vanished. They were very cunning."

General Liu Zhen laughed: "Representative Bo Shan, you are truly a joker. I admit, that's a very funny joke, haha."

Being slapped by Demon Realm beasts while sleeping? Who would believe that, hahaha.

The Human Race Northern Military System representatives on this side cooperatively chuckled, thinking that the rumored ancient Mountain Giant was not as difficult to communicate with as they had heard.

See, aren't they good at telling jokes?

Bo Shan, the Mountain Giant, twitched the corner of his mouth: "I'm not joking."

To be fair, if another giant were telling this, Bo Shan would also think it was a very funny joke.

But unfortunately, he really got slapped, and he genuinely couldn't laugh.

General Liu Zhen's mouth also twitched: "A group of Demon Realm beasts rushed over and slapped you... What did they want?"

Bo Shan, the Mountain Giant, felt his face ache, and he displayed the scene that his clan's shamans had traced back through the Earth's Mother Veins: "We suspect that a force in the Demon Realm has mastered a method for their true forms to descend upon the Main World, a method that can bypass conventional restrictions and is not suppressed by the Main World's Heavenly Dao.

This is the Demon Realm Rift we found. We've already sent people to investigate, and it indeed connects to the Demon Realm, but there are no Demon Realm forces stationed around it; it's a barren wasteland.

This is very likely a test."

This was currently the most reliable explanation.

After all, this explanation seemed particularly reliable.

Much more reliable than being woken up by a slap while sleeping.

Bo Shan, the Mountain Giant, released a burst of Earth Origin Qi in front of him, manifesting the scene from last night.

A pitch-black figure flew into the air, laughing wildly, and conjured a massive pitch-black palm, slapping it fiercely onto the face of Bo Shan, the Mountain Giant commander, who had just opened his eyes in confusion.

Immediately after, twelve Demon Realm beasts suddenly appeared around the Mountain Giants, and while they were still bewildered, they grabbed their necks and proceeded to slap them furiously.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!!! ...!"

The sound of frantic slapping rose and fell, continuously.

The scene was incredibly brutal; the Mountain Giants, not yet fully awake, were left with their heads ringing.

After the slapping, the two pitch-black figures and the twelve Demon Realm beasts all vanished.

General Liu Zhen swallowed, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "...What the hell..."

I thought you were joking, but I didn't expect you actually got slapped.

Tang Gao, stealing a moment, looked up and saw that the System's disguise was very good; it was the appearance of a pitch-black demon cultivator, not a stick figure.

When doing such unethical things, Tang Gao generally didn't use a stick figure appearance, fearing it would damage his reputation.

The representatives of the Northern Military System were dumbfounded.

To be honest, this replayed scene was too avant-garde, and the method of slapping was too trendy, making some people's rheumatism flare up.

Just looking at this scene, I would call it a 'hardcore move'.

The subsequent scene was simple: the beaten Mountain Giants were furious and immediately communicated with the Earth's Mother Veins to find out where these unethical guys came from, successfully locating the nearby hidden Demon Realm Rift, over two hundred meters long.

Bo Shan, the Mountain Giant, watched the video, and the pitch-black palm print on his face seemed to ache even more. He frowned, distressed: "It's only two or three kilometers from where I was sleeping, and at such a close distance, I was completely unaware. This technique for opening Demon Realm Rifts is truly terrifying.

This could be a premonition, a premonition of war.

I want to unite with your Human Race's powerful experts to explore this Demon Realm Rift together. It won't be too late to Seal it after we've thoroughly investigated."

Tang Gao didn't lift his gaze, secretly complaining, there's no need to explore; nearby is just a normal Demon Realm wasteland, used by the Demon God Lord as a temporaryStation Place.

During this period, the Demon God Lord led the Black Shadow Clan to rampage through the Demon Realm, fighting all the way, furiously training troops, not even bothering to seize territory. Their main goal was to hone combat ability and cultivate the Black Shadow Legion.

The Demon God Lord, however, had grand ideals, wanting to become the Lord of the Demon Realm, and was working tirelessly towards this goal.

If the Mountain Giant Tribe and Human Race experts went to investigate, they would most likely find a crazy Black Shadow Legion that fought wildly, beat up everyone, snatched resources and ran, with no interest in territory.

Hot knowledge: The Foundation of the Black Shadow Legion is in the Shadow Realm, not the Demon Realm.

The Foundation of the Mechanical Clan is in the Mechanical Yuanzun's Dimensional Space, also not in the Demon Realm.

In the Shadow Realm, only the Violent Justice Envoy occasionally goes to expand or consolidate, while the Black Shadow Clan members are developing steadily, often following the Demon God Lord to complete intensive missions. They generally have little interest in expanding territory, pursuing the path of endless Reincarnation and elite training.

General Liu Zhen's expression became serious: "Good, according to the ancient alliance, our Human Race is willing to contribute."

Bo Shan, the Mountain Giant, hesitated: "I'm glad your Human Race is willing to come. Also, according to the ancient alliance, our Giant Race has sent representatives to the Yao Race. What are your thoughts on this?"

The air slightly solidified.

General Liu Zhen took a sip of tea, suppressing the irritation in his heart: "We've had quite a few local skirmishes with the Yao Race recently."

Bo Shan, the Mountain Giant, had a headache: "The situation is very critical now. Once the Demon Realm launches a full-scale invasion, it will be very difficult for individual races to stabilize the situation."

In this world of ebb and flow of Spiritual Qi, the most frustrating thing is:

Beings can achieve longevity.

In past wars, the most troublesome individuals were driven into the Demon Realm.

They are not dead; they are still alive and kicking, eager to return to the Main World and once again sit at the table, holding a hand of cards, to launch their plan for domination.

All they lack is an opportunity.

An opportunity for their true forms to descend upon the Main World without being suppressed by the Heavenly Dao's will.

Hot knowledge: The Demon Realm contains not only Human Race demon cultivators but also demon cultivators of various races, as well as those historically banished individuals who failed in their attempts to dominate the world.

This grand hodgepodge is truly difficult for any single race to resist.

General Liu Zhen's expression was serious, and he clenched his fists: "Please rest for a moment; let's discuss this."

Bo Shan, the Mountain Giant, understood the conflict between the Human Race and the Yao Race and could only sigh: "Try to exercise restraint. Once it's confirmed that the Demon Realm has mastered invasion technology, a world-level war may break out again."

Now, the entire Main World has become unstable; all intelligent beings can sense the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm.

Just one fuse is needed, and the entire world could be plunged into war.

Now, all beings are waiting for this fuse.

Among them, the biggest fuse is: the death date of the Five Emperors of the Xia Dynasty.

Once the Five Emperors of the Xia Dynasty begin to die, the solid Xia Dynasty will lose its strongest barrier.

However, no one knows the Human Emperor's limit yet.

Bo Shan, the Mountain Giant, had something he wanted to say but ultimately didn't, instead giving General Liu Zhen a subtle look.

General Liu Zhen took a sip of tea, his eyes darkening slightly, understanding Bo Shan's meaning from it.

This could be a Demon Realm invasion, or it could be a trap set by the Yao Race, aiming to use this opportunity to severely wound the Human Race's powerful experts.

After all, directly taking action in Human Race or Yao Race territory is quite inconvenient.

But in the territory of the Mountain Giant Tribe, it's much more convenient.

Tang Gao hid in the corner, watching his controlled little snake deftly flick its tail, skillfully killing a large snake, and couldn't help but smile.

You see, once you have enough mass, combined with certain techniques,

You also gain the qualification to sit at the table and play cards.

Let me see, who will be my next meal?

Who is that lucky one?

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Even with all you lovely old readers, it's not much money a day.

Gift bonuses are very significant; many hands make light work. Sometimes, a dime from each person can add up to dozens or hundreds of yuan.

And now, there are still at least five thousand readers following along.

Truthfully, if the manuscript fees aren't enough, I'll definitely start a new book directly; there's nothing to say about that.

I'm not a young man anymore; I'm a head of household, a father of two. I write books to earn money. If I don't earn money, I can't survive.

A book that doesn't earn money doesn't have much meaning to keep writing, right?

That's all for today.

Once my cold gets better, I'll consider resuming a minimum of three updates a day.