The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

It's not that legends lose their power here, but rather that legends are subjected to immense oppression from the very beginning, with the oppression increasing as their level rises.

Legends are bound by those twisted and chaotic rules, which leads to varying degrees of limitation on their abilities.

Such restrictive limitations will cause legendary figures unfamiliar with this feeling to suffer severe damage or even death when facing enemies.

So, gradually, this place became a forbidden zone that legends avoided at all costs.

Now, with the gods gone, the land of fallen gods has become a bloodbath between humans and the extraordinary creatures they created.

Didn't even Ariana notice?

Cecilia did not respond...

It doesn't seem like they're deliberately not speaking; it seems like they're not there at all?

"........."

After a moment of silence, Ning Feng asked:

"Eberron, where is that?"

Although he was nominally the highest-ranking member of the team, Eberron knew very well that these people didn't care about his title, so after a moment's thought, he said directly:

“That area is probably unexplored. If you feel there’s any danger, we can…”

It can be avoided.

Although she felt it was unnecessary, there was no need to argue about it either.

"No, it's even further. Looking at the distribution of the entire Bloodbath Zone, where exactly is that?"

Further afield? Or even looking directly at the distribution of war zones?

After giving him a strange look, Eberron told the truth:

"That's the First War Zone, currently under the full control of the Watchers."

Ning Feng slightly opened his narrowed eyes and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving this result, his tense mind relaxing somewhat.

There was no way around it; after hearing about the Watchers, Ning Feng, who was familiar with just how powerful they were, naturally relaxed.

Moreover, Ning Feng wasn't the only one who reacted this way; everyone in the team relaxed.

With Watchmen around, everything is safe.

This viewpoint wasn't actively promoted by the Watchers; rather, it was proven time and again through real battles over the past millennium.

Ning Feng relaxed, no longer feeling like he was next to a dangerous person about to explode. Anthony casually asked:

"Oh, so who is the current commander of the First War Zone?"

Anthony swore he really just asked the question casually during the conversation and had no other intentions.

but……

"Let me think about it. Since the First War Zone currently operates on a rotating chairmanship system, different forces will be in charge of different time periods."

Without much thought, Eberron directly accessed the memories stored in his mind and said:

"In the meantime, the current commander should be, uh..."

Finally, Eberron fell silent, glancing uneasily at Mephisto's retreating figure.

Andrew stood beside Eberron and asked softly:

"what happened?"

goo.

Swallowing hard, Eberron suddenly realized a major problem and spoke in a low voice after a moment of silence:

"Yes... the Silver Council."

Ning Feng, who was walking at the front, paused, and his fist, which had been loosened, clenched tightly once more.

Silver Council!

Chapter 400 Unfortunately, we...we're too late.

The sky was a blood-red gray, and the heavy smell of blood and the inexplicable pressure in the air made breathing more difficult than usual.

All I felt was an endless sense of oppression, a putrid stench that kept trying to penetrate my body, and... a faint, indistinct call in my ear.

It seemed as if many faint but mysterious voices were whispering in my ear.

The voice seemed to be promising, or it seemed to be bewitching, or perhaps... it was simply cursing.

I curse every life that enters this place, hoping they will suffer a humiliating and painful true death, just like me.

Such a uniquely difficult environment is terrifying for anyone else entering the Bloodbath Zone.

Especially the final murmur; its influence on the mind and will is something many people are not good at resisting.

Apart from a few suicide squads forced into battle, over 99% of the teams that manage to enter the Bloodbath Zone are exceptionally skilled warriors. However, many still suffer mental breakdowns under the eerie whispers.

Fortunately, Ning Feng's team did not have such a problem.

The entire team seemed to be shrouded in a special veil, making them almost indistinguishable from their surroundings. Only when they moved slowly would they create slight ripples, revealing a tiny difference.

"........."

Ning Feng walked at the front, holding a long spear in his right hand. His eyes, visible through his mask, were calm and showed no emotion.

Under his leadership, the team walked silently, and from the outside, there was absolutely no sign of anything unusual.

Unfortunately, that's just an appearance.

Just like the terrifying atmosphere around them, the atmosphere inside the squad was even colder.

Ning Feng remained silent, and Xi Lin stood beside him without saying a word. The invisible pressure emanating from the two of them made the atmosphere stiff.

Eberlen was already in a position of being a burden and couldn't speak up, and as for Anthony, well... never mind, I won't say anything.

In short, even if Andrew wanted to improve the team's atmosphere, he couldn't find an opportunity.

Fortunately, after his initial silence, Mephistopheles did not remain standing still.

After losing his composure, Mephisto seemed to quickly regain his composure and instead had the alchemist bring out the item that could block most of the abnormal effects of the Blood War Zone, leading the team to quickly advance towards their original destination.

From the team members' perspective, such a partner is trustworthy and reassuring.

However, from a friend's perspective, Andrew was also somewhat worried about Mephisto's feelings.

What exactly did Mephistopheles realize?

What is he thinking about now?

(“Andrew! Andrew!”)

The anxious whispers in his ear startled Andrew, who was taking a moment to think while on guard. He glanced around at his side while keeping an eye on his surroundings.

Anthony?

Their team was already in the bloodbath zone, where battles could break out at any moment, and these battles would be difficult and life-threatening.

At this point, even if Anthony is unreliable in his daily life, he wouldn't want to chat with someone when he's lonely.

So, what was he trying to say to himself?

Realizing this might be a breakthrough to change the team's atmosphere, Andrew didn't hesitate to try responding to the other party's call:

("What's wrong?")

If possible, Andrew hoped the other party could be more serious at this time.

Fortunately, this time, he made the right bet.

Without turning around, Anthony followed closely behind the two people in front of him, speaking earnestly:

("I don't think the current situation is very good.")

("This can't go on; if it continues like this, problems will arise.")

Andrew was somewhat taken aback by Anthony's seriousness, and seemed to realize that this was the real Anthony.

Although many people are unwilling to believe it, Anthony has always been this reliable in battles that truly involve life and death.

Before becoming a playboy who relied on his looks to linger around women, Anthony was a warrior molded by his father's iron-fisted upbringing.

Incidentally, Anthony himself insists that it was his father's high-pressure upbringing that shaped his personality, making him seek tenderness from women...

He claimed that all of this was not his fault, but the fault of the current head of the Yin family!

And because he lacked so much love, he had to seek it from many women.

...You're asking about the result?

What was the result?

Anthony made this point publicly three times, but he was publicly punished by his beloved father far more than ten times that number.

As for how many times it happened in private, nobody cares, since Anthony hasn't been beaten to death yet...

The ideal of a loving father and a filial son is nothing more than this.

Watching Anthony's retreating figure, Andrew thought with some emotion:

"It's quite remarkable that he's managed to grow up so tall and strong."

In an environment where the outside world is constantly watching, the fact that Anthony can still go his own way and tank shows that his inner strength is unexpectedly tenacious.

("So, what are your thoughts?")

Looking straight ahead, Anthony nodded slightly:

("I have an idea, but I need your cooperation... Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, at least ask him why he changed.")

Nobody's an idiot; Mephistopheles's strong reaction before was probably not without reason.

Even intuition without any reason should be clearly explained!

After all, Anthony knew a woman with very accurate intuition, and he knew very well that sixth sense was often unexpectedly useful.

("good.")

it is good.