The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The black snake's pupils contracted sharply.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

It quickly pressed its head down again.

The other key figures remained silent throughout.

After seeing the sky they had seen before, they realized how reckless they had been.

They originally thought that Ye Chuhao was just strong.

So powerful that he could suppress the Heavenly Dao, so powerful that he could reverse time and space, so powerful that he could single-handedly sweep through the Ruins of Guixu.

But the truth revealed by the veil of heaven is far more despairing than this.

This world has long since perished.

Even those races who fled back from the front lines could not escape death.

All the living beings standing here today are beings that the Desolate Emperor has brought back from a dead history.

What terrified them even more was that before they became deserters, the Desolate Emperor was the strongest person in their own camp.

Fight him?

What can we use to fight?

The leaders of the four tribes didn't even dare to entertain such a thought.

They now only hope that the Desolate Emperor can leave behind a portion of his bloodline so that the various races will not be completely wiped out.

They dared not even think about it.

"Buzz—"

There were no explosions on the snowfield.

There was no light from any collision of forces.

The five people who were kneeling in front of Lu Ming suddenly sank down at the same moment.

"Bang!"

His palms sank into the snow, and his knees smashed through the ice.

The black snake's entire body was buried in the snow, with only its head barely sticking out.

At the same time, in the ancient forest, the desert, the East Sea, and the black mountain range, all the densely packed creatures from the four regions were crushed to the ground.

Birds fell from the treetops.

The Zerg were trapped in the yellow sand.

The sea creatures were pushed to the surface of the water.

The will-o'-the-wisps went out in patches, and the tall barbarian figures knelt heavily.

The eyes of hundreds of millions of viewers followed the camera upwards.

Two figures appeared in the sky above the snow-covered plains without anyone noticing.

Ye Chuhao held Xingyao's hand with one hand, the hem of his clothes swaying gently in the cold wind.

He didn't speak.

He didn't even look at the kneeling alien races from the four borders.

Even through the live stream, countless viewers instinctively sat up straight.

The next moment, Lu Ming plunged his blood-red broadsword into the snow and knelt down on one knee first.

Behind him, a million Northern soldiers moved in perfect unison, their armor clashing in a continuous chorus.

boom!

The entire snowfield trembled at that moment.

"The Northern Army!"

"Welcome, Heavenly Emperor!"

The voices of millions converged, piercing through the wind and snow, and crashing into the territories of four foreign tribes.

The black snake's body trembled even more violently.

Before it could recover from the sound, the spatial vortex behind it suddenly trembled violently.

The entrance to Guixu was completely filled with a cold, metallic bow.

Rumbling--

A deep engine sound came from the other end of the vortex.

The colossal Ark of the End slowly squeezed into the Ruins of Return.

The ship's hull blocked out the sky above.

The mechanical structures extending from both sides swept past the entrance to the space, and the airflow they generated pushed all the snow and wind in all directions.

A moment later, the sky-covering space carrier completely entered the Ruins of Return and hovered behind Ye Chuhao.

A massive shadow covered the snowfield and loomed over the alien races in the surrounding areas.

"Gulp..."

The black snake swallowed hard.

The other leaders also lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to even lift their eyes.

Wasn't it supposed to be a trial?

Why did even the Ark of the End come in?

This is quite a sight...

They're clearly aiming to wipe out the entire clan.

Ye Chuhao lowered his eyes and looked at the Northern Army kneeling in a row on the snowfield.

He raised his hand.

There was no disturbance in the world.

But all the soldiers in the North felt a gentle force supporting their arms and knees, lifting millions of figures up at the same time.

"Didn't I already say that?"

Ye Chuhao's lazy voice traveled through the wind and snow.

He took Xingyao's hand and stepped forward.

The next moment, the two of them walked out of the space behind Lu Ming and landed on the snowfield.

"You don't need to kneel before me."

"The Heavenly Emperor..."

As soon as Lu Ming opened his mouth, Ye Chuhao glanced at him sideways.

"Call for the class monitor."

"..."

Lu Ming remained silent for a moment.

With a million Northern soldiers still watching from behind, his lips visibly tightened.

"Class monitor."

Ye Chuhao nodded in satisfaction.

Standing to the side, Xingyao quietly raised her diary and waved it at Luming as a greeting.

Lu Ming smiled back and nodded to her.

The next second, teleportation array patterns lit up one after another on the bottom of the Ark of the End.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

Beams of light pierced through the wind and snow, landing on the snowfield.

The light dissipated.

The members of Class 9, carrying their weapons, walked out of the teleportation array one after another.

However, the expressions on their faces were all quite interesting in their own way.

Yan Cong dragged the sledgehammer, his back slightly hunched, his face dark, and his steps unsteady.

Su Huaying gripped the spear, her knuckles turning white, her gaze shifting back and forth between Ye Chuhao and Xing Yao, the grievance in her eyes impossible to suppress.

As for Xiao Ai, she was unusually quiet.

It sat on Luo Ji's shoulder, its two arms tightly wrapped around Luo Ji's neck, its little head constantly turning around.

Take a look to the left.

Glance to the right.

Xiao Ai only relaxed slightly after confirming that Ye Chen and Jiang Liyu were not nearby.

But the next second, it quickly shrank behind Luo Ji's head, only revealing half of its face.

"They're all here?"

Ye Chuhao's voice remained languid.

Zhuge Wang also stepped forward half a step and answered with his hands clasped.

"Yes, class monitor."

"Of the forty-nine students in the class, everyone except Ye Chen and Jiang Liyu has arrived."

"They just sent word that it's just around the corner."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sword's cry rang out from the entrance to the Ruins of Return.

"Whoosh—"

The clear light broke through the wind and snow.

Jiang Liyu held Ye Chen in her arms, her feet resting on the hilt of a floating sword, surrounded by flying swords, her clothes billowing in the wind.

Her entrance was almost identical to when she guarded the border with a sword in the sky.

The sword light fell vertically.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were standing in front of everyone.

All eyes in Class 9 turned to that direction.

To be precise, it was Ye Chen who threw himself into Jiang Liyu's arms.

Sunken eye sockets.

His cheeks turned black.

The lips are pale.

That drained look of energy and spirit was not entirely unrelated to Yan Cong; it was exactly the same.

"Master..."

Ye Chen struggled to lift his head.

"Have we... arrived yet?"

"Hmm."

Jiang Liyu's cold expression vanished instantly. She lowered her head and pressed her face close to his, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"We've arrived, my little master."

Ye Chen's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He clutched his waist with one hand and instinctively pulled his pants tighter with the other, his voice trembling with urgency.

"Master!"

"Put me down!"

"Um?"

Jiang Liyu narrowed her eyes.

"My little master doesn't like being held by his master?"

"No, no, no!"

Ye Chen quickly shook his head.

He caught a glimpse of Ye Chuhao out of the corner of his eye and immediately saw it as a lifeline.

"The class monitor is still here!"

"To fail to bow before the emperor is to have already lost one's destiny!"

"Master, you've seen how good our class monitor will be to us in the future."

"How can I talk to the class monitor while lying in your arms?"

Jiang Liyu stared at him for a few seconds.

Ye Chen shrank back a little more.

Seeing that he had already brought Ye Chuhao up, Jiang Liyu had no choice but to let go and put him back on the ground.

Ye Chen had barely touched the ground when he turned and ran.

That speed, where was there even the slightest trace of weakness?

He rushed to Yan Cong's side before stopping and grabbing the other's shoulder.

Yan Cong turned his head.

Ye Chen looked up.

Two men, their faces dark and their steps unsteady, stared at each other silently, about half a foot apart.

Gradually, tears welled up in both of their eyes.

"Snapped!"

The two palms slammed together.

The crisp sound echoed across the snowy plains.

Immediately afterwards, the two intertwined their fingers, tears welling in their eyes, and nodded vigorously.

"brother!"

"brother!!"

I understand you!

"You really understand me!!"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

What exactly are these two people burning with passion?

Having enjoyed benefits that others wouldn't even dare to dream of, how dare they now put on an act of surviving a disaster and showing mutual respect for each other?