Wan Lei was a bit stunned.
It was all about protagonist's luck, why was the difference so huge?
Clearly, the other party was doomed, yet they were always able to escape death one after another.
Looking at himself, when had he ever won without relying on his own strength, toiling painstakingly? Occasionally, the protagonist's halo would play a role, but it was always accompanied by great side effects and misfortunes. Not once had it helped him escape death.
This protagonist's halo, better without it.
Just as Wan Lei gritted his teeth, he suddenly felt a tremor in his Sea of Consciousness, as if he had received an emotion.
This emotion felt like defiance.
Immediately, he understood what was at play.
“Protagonist’s halo, you say you’re no good and you’re still unconvinced? Look, their luck is even stronger than yours, and yet you’re the dignified, sole protagonist’s halo of the boundless universe? Pfft, you’re not even fit to carry their shoes.”
The throbbing in his Sea of Consciousness intensified. The protagonist's halo seemed to be forcibly holding back from cursing him.
“We’re both protagonist’s luck. I want to kill him, he wants to escape, and I can’t kill him no matter what. He always escapes. This means I’ve been failing, and he’s been succeeding. Are you any good, little brother? If not, leave my Sea of Consciousness and go pester someone else.”
“If it weren’t for… if it weren’t for me not wanting to be used by that damned author, to be his puppet, would I tolerate you and that minor supporting villain from the insignificant Central Spirit Plane’s luck running rampant like this!”
“What’s supporting villain’s luck?”
“It’s the kind that dies shortly after appearing, and its only purpose is to deliver things to the protagonist, like a money boy.”
“Oh, speaking of which, you’re just a little piece of trash then.”
“Shut up!”
“Little good-for-nothing.”
“Ahhh!!!”
“Little failure.”
“You dare call me a little failure?! Failure is the greatest insult to me!”
“Aren’t you?”
“Fine, kid, keep your eyes wide open and watch!”
As soon as the words fell, the protagonist’s halo shot out of Wan Lei’s head, heading straight for the top of Li Yu’s head.
The moment Lord Li Yu saw the protagonist’s halo, he instantly lost all reason. He could no longer think about escaping and madly reached out to grab the protagonist’s halo.
However, his hand passed through the protagonist’s halo again and again, unable to touch it.
And within his body, that invisible luck was being rapidly absorbed by the protagonist’s halo.
Taking advantage of the moment he was controlled, Wan Lei manipulated his Sword Immortal avatar and lunged forward, beheading Lord Li Yu with a single sword strike.
After doing all this, Wan Lei finally breathed a sigh of relief. The two dissipated their Sword Immortal avatars, and the protagonist’s halo returned to Wan Lei’s Sea of Consciousness.
“Hey, protagonist’s halo, since you’re so useful, from now on, when we fight enemies, you’ll just come out and confuse them, allowing me to kill them. Sound like a good partnership?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“The author doesn’t allow it.”
“Huh?”
“If I do everything, what use would you, the protagonist, have? Wouldn’t you just push through everything? Where would the foreshadowing of being bullied come from? Where would the satisfying moments of explosive power originate? Where would the joy of obtaining something after countless hardships come from?
How would readers empathize? Without any of that, who would read the book? Don’t expect me to help you actively. Giving you some passive skills is already pretty good. You’re too greedy.”
“Yo, this protagonist’s halo is more invested than I am. You really think this is a novel world.”
Wan Lei chuckled and shouted down,
“Clean up the battlefield, take the prisoners in batches, hand over all the spoils of war, and then distribute them to the wounded and the soldiers. Hurry up.”
Wan Lei scanned the battlefield. When he saw the massive warship of Lord Li Yu, his face lit up with a smile.
With this, everyone would no longer have to trek to the Great Wall on foot. This speed would surely allow them to successfully cross.
Before, when he looked at the forming purple sea to the north, Wan Lei’s heart was extremely heavy, fearing that one day, if they walked too slowly, they would be swallowed by the sea.
Now, with the warship and the giant serpent, they could completely fly across. Wonderful.
Wait, the giant serpent? A demon beast?
How did Lord Kuang Yao manage to store a living creature in a storage bag?
After all, in this world, storage bags could only hold inanimate objects. Things like spirit stones, magical artifacts, and pills could be stored, but if used to store people or demon beasts, they would surely be crushed to death by the spatial compression.
After all, storage bags were a form of spatial technology, compressing a small piece of space into a bag and then sealing it. It was fine for inanimate objects, but living creatures could not withstand it.
Either the creature died, or the storage bag shattered.
Wan Lei flew to Lord Kuang Yao’s corpse. First, he severed the head and put it into a storage bag, then he roughly pulled off the storage bag.
This storage bag, outwardly, was made of leather, but it was unclear how it was made.
One side had the character "Qian" and the other had the character "Kun".
“This should be made from the skin of a Sky Azure Serpent along with its demon core. The Sky Azure Serpent itself has a talent for the Way of Space, and its abdomen can contain all things.
It often swallows smaller, weaker snakes into its belly and then releases them when they grow. It’s likely he utilized this characteristic to create a storage bag that could hold demon beasts,”
Fang Xiaoyu explained from the side.
“This is great. Sacred beasts wouldn’t need to run on the ground anymore. People can get on warships and black pythons, and demon beasts can all go into storage bags. When battle comes, just release them. It sounds exciting just thinking about it.”
The war was over, but people did not relax; instead, they became busier.
Here, twenty thousand miles to the south.
Two super-large tribes were engaged in fierce combat.
“Liu Qinglin, you’re going too far. I’m showing respect for the Liu family by not wanting to be your enemy. Do you really think I’m afraid of you?”
A middle-aged cultivator, dressed in white and exuding an aura of endless frost, angrily berated a withered old man in front of him.
“Bei Hanwu, the rules of this damned secret realm are like this. If you want to get out, you have to kill me. Similarly, if I want to get out, I have to kill you. What’s there to talk about?”
“Hmph, if we really fight, I might not necessarily lose to you. Even if I die, I can heavily injure you. By then, you might also become a defeated opponent for others.”
“What’s with all the nonsense? If you have the ability to defeat me, I naturally won’t say anything more. If you have the ability, why don’t you go find that thief Wan Lei and buy a head? I’m just afraid you’ll end up adding another head to his collection.”
“Hmph, that kid, I don’t know what scheme or trickery he used. He luckily killed those three useless fools, Huo Liuli, and then encountered Nanmu when he was alone, which allowed him to succeed.
If I had made a move, would he have survived?”
As soon as Bei Hanwu finished speaking, a voice echoed throughout the entire Land of Destiny.
“Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu have killed Kuang Yao and Lord Li Yu, accumulating a total of six heads.
The current number of Mahayana stage cultivators remaining on the field is nine.”
A voice, like a bolt from the blue, stunned everyone in the entire Land of Destiny.