The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 751: Three Three's Anxiety - Novel Cool

Chapter 751: Three Three's Anxiety

Chapter 751: Three Three's Anxiety

This time, there was no need for elixirs to replenish their strength; they would rely on their own abilities to stall for time once again. Since they were mentally alert, it was time to employ the Delaying Art.

The Wind God Blade was a deadly weapon for life-or-death battles, and it couldn't be compared to stalling for time.

Fang Che fought discreetly, focusing on rescuing people as his primary objective. He knew that the real test of strength hadn't arrived yet.

This mystic realm couldn't be defended by just one person.

The more complete their combat power was, the better.

Moreover, the power of the Starlight Essence could restore a person's body to its optimal state, and most importantly, it could cleanse their meridians.

After taking the elixirs, they would be able to achieve tenfold effectiveness again. This was the most valuable aspect of the Starlight Essence.

Fang Che had originally planned to hold out for forty to fifty hours before taking out the elixirs, but after enduring for thirty hours, he felt that he couldn't stall any longer.

If he continued, he feared that he might end up killing himself.

...

Outside,

Yan Xifeng was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth like a whirlwind.

"How long has it been?"

After walking a few circles, he would ask this question, and the timekeeping officials beside him were left with dry mouths from the Grand Marshal's repeated inquiries.

"It's been forty-five hours, Grand Marshal!"

"Forty-five hours... forty-five, forty-five..."

Yan Xifeng frowned and paced back and forth, "Why is it taking so long? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

The crowd was speechless.

Sixteen Sage Kings from the Feng Family gathered, their eyes closed as they meditated with utmost concentration. Each of them breathed in unison, their chests rising and falling steadily and calmly.

They were well-prepared for the impending life-or-death battle.

As long as the gate remained closed, those who took the lead in entering would face certain death!

Everyone was aware of this fact.

Therefore, the Sage Kings at the forefront refused to give up their positions, no matter what.

If someone had to die, they would be the first.

"What are the chances of holding out for a hundred hours?" Yan Xifeng asked.

A Sage Emperor expert from the Feng Family beside him had a solemn expression as he replied softly, "It's hard to say. It's been forty-five hours already, and according to the intelligence, there are still six hundred and sixty-five people inside, including the captain. Six hundred and sixty-six in total."

The elderly man from the Feng Family spoke with difficulty, "To hold out for a hundred hours, there must be at least six Sage Kings inside, and the current combat strength of six hundred and sixty-six must not fall below four hundred and fifty! Only then is there a slim chance of a bitter victory in the end!"

"Even if that's the case, by the time we hold out for a hundred hours, no more than twenty people will be able to come out alive."

Another elderly man with a snowy white beard sighed, "Because, by the time we reach forty to fifty hours, even if there are still elixirs, their effectiveness will be less than thirty percent."

"The most critical issue is that our mental state cannot recover."

"We've been on high alert for fifty hours without any relaxation... For the remaining half of the time, it will all depend on our willpower."

After saying these words,

Everyone fell silent, as if they had reached a mutual understanding.

They let out soft sighs.

At this point in the conversation, everyone understood the implication: the chances of holding out for a hundred hours were minuscule.

However, no one had the heart to voice this cruel truth.

"Damn it!"

Yan Xifeng paced back and forth like a mad bull, his nostrils flaring as he exhaled angrily, and then he started circling again.

"How many hours has it been?"

"Forty-five hours, not even a moment less."

Although the Grand Marshal's repeated questions were exasperating, they still had to be answered.

"Let's wait."

Yan Xifeng sighed softly.

All the Feng Family disciples gathered here had solemn expressions.

Each of them silently weighed the situation: the Wind God Blade had probably been used six times by now.

Their eyes met, and they saw the unspoken words in each other's eyes: Prepare for battle! The chances of holding out were slim.

"Who is the captain inside?"

The white-bearded elder from the Feng Family asked with a focused gaze.

"Why do you care who the captain inside is?" Yan Xifeng retorted impatiently, "Why are you so concerned about that?"

This question had been asked five or six times already, and each time, Yan Xifeng had snapped back irritably. Whenever this question was raised, Yan Xifeng's temper would flare up.

The crowd could only remain silent.

Yan Xifeng's communication jade received a message, and he hurriedly left to find a secluded spot.

It was from Xue Fu Xiao.

"The gate hasn't opened yet, has it?" Xue Fu Xiao asked.

"Not yet," Yan Xifeng replied.

"You good-for-nothing, if it hasn't opened, just say it hasn't opened. Why are you replying with 'not yet'? Are you hoping it will open?" Xue Fu Xiao snapped angrily.

Yan Xifeng felt wronged, "Xue Ge, it hasn't opened. It's definitely not open. I'll keep watch."

"Keep a close eye on it!"

Xue Fu Xiao cut off the communication again.

Yan Xifeng sighed. Xue Fu Xiao had asked about the situation four times in forty-five hours.

It was clear that Xue Fu Xiao was anxious.

"Sigh... This task I've been given..."

Yan Xifeng was on the verge of depression.

Guardian Headquarters,

Dongfang Sansan had a gloomy expression, occasionally rolling her eyes to glance at Xue Fu Xiao sitting in the chair before her. She could sense the suppressed anger in Dongfang Sansan's heart.

Xue Fuxiao sat in the chair like a young bride, afraid to even breathe.

"Did you ask?" Dong Fang San San's face darkened.

"No," Xue Fuxiao replied.

Xue Fuxiao's heart silently complained: Why are you so concerned, but you don't ask yourself?

Every time, you make me ask, and then you're still not satisfied after I ask.

What am I supposed to do? What can I change?

"San, should I go outside and wait?" Xue Fuxiao asked cautiously.

"Stay seated! Don't go anywhere!"

Dong Fang San San's tone was stern and domineering.

"Okay..." Xue Fuxiao obediently kept his legs still and then curled his body further into the chair.

Ever since the battle began, Xue Fuxiao had been confined here, not daring to move an inch.

Even his request to use the restroom was rejected: "Hold it!"

Dong Fang San San was constantly busy with official duties, and his efficiency was increasing. His expression grew more and more gloomy.

After forty to fifty hours, neither of them had rested.

Dong Fang San San took out a communication jade and stared at it for a while before placing it back on the table.

It displayed the call interface with Fang Yunzheng; he still hadn't informed Fang Yunzheng about this matter.

To be precise, he didn't dare to.

Dong Fang San San's heart was filled with anxiety, and for the first time in many years, he felt genuinely nervous.

Up until now, Dong Fang San San hadn't figured out what to say to Fang Yunzheng if the door were to open.

He would definitely come and tear me apart... He dares...

If Fang Yunzheng were here, a beating and a scolding would be inevitable! Dong Fang San San would break his vow of non-violence that had lasted for thousands of years!

"Why are you so anxious!"

Moreover, Dong Fang San San couldn't keep sending messages to Yan Xifeng, as that would likely scare him witless.

So, he could only keep Xue Fuxiao firmly in place!

Ask!

Ask again!

Ask once more!

Xue Fuxiao was also worried, but he had no choice but to obey, enduring his anger without speaking up. This was a triple torment!

Even a slightly louder breath would invite a deadly, fixed gaze.

The pressure was overwhelming!

Finally, after finishing the mountain of tasks before him, Dong Fang San San pressed a bell, his face relaxed and smiling, gentle and elegant.

Xue Fuxiao also cooperated, appearing carefree and at ease, as if the two were chatting happily.

A person entered and carried away the completed tasks.

The door closed.

Dong Fang San San's expression turned serious, and Xue Fuxiao curled up again in a corner of the chair, trying to minimize his physical presence.

"How many hours has it been?" Dong Fang San San asked.

"It's been eighty-six hours," Xue Fuxiao replied weakly.

"Still not open?"

"No."

"Ask again."

"Okay."

Xue Fuxiao wiped the sweat from his face: "It's definitely not open."

"How much time is left?" Dong Fang San San asked.

How much time can't you calculate yourself? Even a child would know!

Xue Fuxiao roared inwardly but answered honestly: "There are sixteen hours left."

"Your calculations are always accurate," Dong Fang San San said in a strange tone.

Xue Fuxiao lowered his head, hiding his pale face.

"San, I should be close to a breakthrough," Xue Fuxiao tried to liven up the atmosphere.

"Heh..."

Dong Fang San San shot him a deadly glare: "Can you take down Zheng Yuan Dong?"

"No," Xue Fuxiao sighed.

"Then what were you saying?" Dong Fang San San coldly replied, "I thought you could fight the Heavenly Centipede God!"

"I was wrong," Xue Fuxiao said, shrinking further in his chair.

Suddenly, Dong Fang San San saw a message and immediately frowned, picking up the communication jade: "Go to Sanchuan City as fast as you can!"

On the other side, Rui Qian Shan immediately flew out.

Recently, Dong Fang San San had been in low spirits, though others couldn't tell. But Rui Qian Shan could sense it; for several days, he had been holed up in his small courtyard, neither joining Wudao Tian's drinking sessions nor seeking anyone out to play.

He had long wanted to run away.

But Dong Fang San San hadn't arranged it, so he didn't dare.

Fortunately, Ninth Lord called Xue Han Han to go and not me. If it were me, I'd probably have suicidal thoughts by now—Rui Qian Shan had been relieved for several days.

Every time he thought of Xue Fuxiao, he wanted to take out the communication jade and ask, 'Xue Ge, are you having fun?' But with great willpower, he endured.

Now, receiving the order to go out was like a blessing from heaven.

Amidst his busy schedule, he sent Xue Fuxiao a quick message.

Then he left.

"Xue Ge, hold on!"

Upon seeing these words, Xue Fuxiao's face darkened!

But it was clear that something major had happened, and he couldn't afford to care about this jerk. He hurriedly asked Dong Fang San San, "What's wrong?"

"There's an incident outside Sanchuan City."

Dong Fang San San's eyes sharpened.

Xue Fuxiao also became tense, for only a significant matter could make Dong Fang San San show such an expression.

(End of Chapter)

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