Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

Very soon.

The blood mist vanished.

The time when filming was allowed had arrived.

Frost aimed the camera at the Iron Cans, watching them form up and approach the ripples, their figures quickly disappearing.

A man in a black robe loudly announced, "Everyone, this is a historic moment for the Federation!"

"Pa! Pa!"

The applause grew even more enthusiastic.

Frost thought of something he could write in his diary again.

"Also a historic moment, the opening of the World Gate in Eastern City was a grand event for all mankind.

"But the opening of this Demon Gate before my eyes is something that makes one feel sorrow."

A few seconds passed.

A staff member walked over again. "Everyone can take a short break first, the Holy Flame Legion is expected to, in an hour..."

Before he finished.

A sudden change occurred.

Blood mist once again rose around the silver-white ring, and shrill screams came out from within.

"Ah~"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What was going on?

The black-robed man in charge of directing on site shouted anxiously, "Open the World Gate, let the Holy Flame Legion..."

His words were cut off by another voice. "We can’t open the gate! If a powerful monster rushes in from the other side, everyone here will die."

A clear commotion immediately broke out in the hall, and many reporters’ faces showed looks of terror.

Even an idiot could hear it: the Holy Flame Legion had definitely run into danger; chances were someone had already been taken out.

Frost, however, had an urge to burst out laughing.

The Carmenians had confidently staged a global live broadcast, wanting to compete with Great Xia, only to end up making a huge fool of themselves in front of the whole world.

Words for his diary surfaced in his mind again. "Carmenia’s Holy Flame Legion might be the shortest-lived Superpower User legion in history.

"No one expected that their first public appearance would actually be their last.

"I only want to say one thing: this world is just too interesting!"

In a room not far away.

Jeremy, the leader of Mount of Gods, cursed with a dark face, "Damn it! My ’Blood Soul’ has a strong premonition that this is the Great Xia Ghost ambushing the Holy Flame Legion."

The "Blood Soul" mentioned in this sentence was the product of a blood sacrifice, and also a Secret Technique of the Qing yang Demon Race.

The Blood Soul possessed an unimaginably keen intuition; Jeremy had paid a tremendous price to obtain this power.

A short, fat Old Bai man said in disbelief, "The Holy Race has confirmed it: there is no other World Gate near this World Gate, and the environment of the Black Sand Sea is so harsh—how could the Great Xia Ghost possibly find the Federation’s World Gate so quickly?"

Jeremy shook his head. "I don’t know."

Another gray-haired Old Bai man said, "Since it’s the Great Xia Ghost, we can open the World Gate and let the Holy Flame Legion withdraw."

Jeremy let out a sigh. "It’s already too late."

The gray-haired Old Bai man was a bit stunned. "What do you mean?"

Jeremy’s expression was extremely ugly. "The Holy Flame Legion is already dead to the last man."

The gray-haired Old Bai man was shocked. "That fast?!"

It had only been a short while, and all thirty-six Warriors had been killed by the Great Xia Ghost?

Jeremy nodded. "It seems the Great Xia Ghost’s strength is even more terrifying than Mount of Gods had estimated."

The short, fat Old Bai man interjected, "A Holy Race powerhouse, ’Jia Ka’, went along with them. Maybe the Holy Race can give the Great Xia Ghost a lesson."

They hadn’t pinned their hopes on the Holy Race killing the Great Xia Ghost, because the Holy Race had clearly said this Canglan People’s strength was very great.

Otherwise, the Holy Race would’ve acted long ago. Why wait until now?

Jeremy looked worried. "Let’s hope so."

*

Sea of Death Black Sand.

The Holy Race powerhouse Jia Ka, mentioned by the Divine Envoys of Mount of Gods, was at this moment facing the greatest crisis of his life.

He looked back, a pair of vertical pupils filled with horror.

A three-headed Centipede Overlord—how was this possible?

Just now, this Demon had personally watched as the three-headed Centipede Overlord suddenly leapt out from the sand layer and simultaneously spewed out Desertification breath, instantly wiping out the Holy Flame Legion.

Jia Ka had also seen the figure of the Great Xia Ghost suddenly appear atop one of the Centipede Overlord’s heads.

In that moment.

His mind was full of questions. How had the Centipede Overlord become the Great Xia Ghost’s ally?

"Woo~"

The gale howled.

The surroundings were a murky, dark blur.

Jia Ka didn’t dare stop at all, straining to use a Secret Technique to blur his figure as he fled madly into the distance.

He had barely fled a few kilometers.

When he heard a majestic voice.

"Sinner!"

The next instant.

Jia Ka was horrified to find his body suddenly becoming extremely heavy, as if he were bearing a mountain on his back.

No.

Not just his body.

Even his soul felt an immense weight.

"Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!"

The word "sinner" echoed back and forth in his soul; with each utterance, the sense of heaviness increased a notch.

Jia Ka grew more and more frightened. "What Secret Technique is this?"

Several hundred meters away.

Yang Fan stood atop a Centipede Overlord, a clear cross appearing in the pupil of his left eye.

This was the Demon-Suppressing Cross Pupil.

From the soul’s perspective, one could see a black cross attached conspicuously to Jia Ka’s soul.

This was the source of the Demon’s sense of heaviness.

Yang Fan immediately broke into a satisfied smile.

The Power this Supreme Treasure was displaying delighted him.

He felt that if the Demon-Suppressing Cross Pupil evolved a few more times and its Power increased a bit, it would be enough to make Demons tremble at the mere mention of its name.