CHAPTER 687: CHAPTER 402: DON’T WORRY, I’LL TAKE CARE OF IT!

An Nan was in deep trouble.

After all, everything in his background supposedly belonged to the Old Days, and he didn’t even know what the power dynamics in the Present World were like.

Moreover, when he had entered this world, he simply had no way to connect with the powers of the Wind God now.

What if he couldn’t bring anyone forth when the time came? Wouldn’t that expose everything?

Chenxing looked to An Nan beside him, "Brother An, you seem a bit off."

An Nan forced a smile, "I’m fine."

Chenxing patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, the Divine Son of the Divine Race we’re aligning with controls the thunder. Even within their race, he holds a high position, which is exactly why we chose to team up with him."

"Besides, we’ve invested quite a bit this time: vast worlds, control over commerce, rare materials. These elder backers of ours are supporting everything unconditionally."

He chuckled lightly, "I feel like we’re holding the winning tickets."

Just during the signing of the agreement, Chenxing had noticed that An Nan’s resources could keep up with theirs, indicating that his background was not insignificant.

An Nan kept his smile, "I hope so."

But in reality, he was already sending a distress message to Su Qi:

"Brother Su, what should I do?"

"It’s a minor issue," Su Qi uttered three words lightly.

"Brother Su, do you have a solution?" An Nan brightened.

"This..." Su Qi reassured him, "The agreement wasn’t signed under my name anyway..."

An Nan widened his eyes, "??"

"Just joking," Su Qi smiled lightly, "Don’t worry, I’ll handle it when the time comes."

An Nan: "..."

By now, he was pushed into action against his will, and it seemed he was directly put forward by Brother Su to play this role...

He could only hope that Brother Su truly had a solution; otherwise, he feared he might have to flee, facing ridicule for a lifetime, or possibly even more severe consequences.

Su Qi, however, looked at An Nan’s uneasy expression and remained quite composed.

This fire pit... Ah, the stage, naturally required An Nan, a genuine Divine Son, to step forward.

As for people and resources.

He could scrape something together: Black Shadow Corps? Meteor Alliance? The group led by Old Huang?

Of course, the strength seemed utterly insufficient.

After all.

Others wielded the great powers and mighty existences as a formidable background, likely a collection of extraordinary champions.

But on his side, the Black Shadow Corps was left unsaid. Its strength was linked to his, and spiritual power would affect their numbers and growth rate.

At present, though thousands of Black Shadows had already formed, only about two thousand actually had combat capability.

Of those two thousand, even less than five hundred could be considered elite; the rest were just ordinary soldiers for now.

Of course, some were in the Land of Extreme Evil, often staying in the Old Days, which was why the Spirit House was suppressed.

Moreover, there was another crucial point, which was... the thing in his right eye. The power of the Evil God pushed him to the brink, and his spiritual power could hardly attend to that Spirit House.

However.

Perhaps once he overcame this obstacle and harnessed the power of the Evil God’s recent outburst, everything could undergo a qualitative change.

In such a case.

Plus his own "Imitation" of aura and the cooperation in numbers, indeed it would be possible to create real chaos through pretense.

As for the authority he would hold during the contest, that would be—The Hustlers.

"I promised to provide a grand stage for everyone who joins The Hustlers, standing with The Hustlers. I must keep my word," Su Qi sighed, "I really am a man of my word."

Of course.

Su Qi did not forget the main issue, which was the Descent of Evil God, the Recovery and burst of the Abyss and Gods Palace, the conflict between Venerables and Heavenly Destiny People. He had been preparing all along the road, and though there was still a great part of uncertainty, the certainty was... the World Tree flowering, the competition over powers, and all conflicts involving the Abyss and Gods Palace were tightly interlinked activities.

"Here it comes again."

At this moment.

Chenxing and An Nan, leading everyone, were flying through the darkened borderlands, and their first planned task was to battle for a Holy Artifact.

They looked up at the twisted vista of the Ancient Battlefield, reminiscent of the Star River in the Sky Dome, slowly materializing far above their heads.

At the same time.

Like a Supernova exploding, a huge orb of light violently burst apart, then fractured into countless points of light, like Meteors plummeting towards this world.

The whole world could see many... scenes akin to a doomsday meteor fall, but this was not the apocalypse; no one was hiding or running away, instead, many were approaching, engaging in the combat for these points of light.

Chenxing, watching this spectacle, calmly said:

"The frequency of the Ancient Battlefield’s projection manifesting is increasing, and the power erupting brings a lot of shattered edge fragments."

"Even though they are all damaged objects, they’ve sparked such a frenzy of competition."

"However, this has nothing to do with our objective."

"We have only one purpose, and that is to find the Holy Artifact Fragment, whether it’s an Ordinary Holy Artifact or one of the Three Holy Artifacts."

Chenxing softly said, "This is the key that opens the door to that path in this world."

An Nan did not argue because previously.

In that meeting, Divine Sons had already confirmed this matter based on various sources of information behind them.

Indeed, the eruption of this old image projection also released many damaged items, as they had said.

Because this part of the Ancient Battlefield projection was merely a sunken battlefield, devoid of high-end combatants.