The Outsiders stood about 50 to 60 meters away. Facing the gazes of the crowd, their eyes were filled with provocation and killing intent.
They didn't hide their killing intent at all.
The Battle of Glory was held every two years. It was impossible for the foreign races to not know about it. They were also very clear about the date of the arrival of the human race.
The three fellows standing dozens of meters away were obviously here to monitor them.
"Go back!"
"Human trash, we'll kill you if you come!"
"You'll end up like those bones."
A clamor in the foreign language came from afar.
In Linfeng's eyes, the three foreign races didn't show any fear in the face of their huge team. On the contrary, they were extremely arrogant and kept threatening them.
"What kind of bird language is that?
It's so unpleasant to hear. "
Facing the arrogant foreign races, a middle-aged man cursed unhappily.
In martial arts universities, the foreign language was a compulsory course. Some basic language and writing skills had to be mastered.
Not only martial arts universities, but many high schools also had foreign languages as an elective.
However, it was obvious that not everyone had learned the foreign language. The man was one of them.
As he cursed, he suddenly rushed forward. During this process, the demon spirit possessed his body. His body swelled, and muscles covered his body. He entered the demon transformation state.
"Be careful, it's a trap!"
Someone hurriedly warned. However, no one knew if the man didn't hear it or didn't care at all. He continued to rush toward the foreign races. However, before he could get within five meters of the foreign races, his running body suddenly stiffened.
"Ah!"
With a shrill scream, the man's stiff body began to tremble violently. His skin swelled, forming fist-sized bumps that kept moving. It was as if something was trying to escape from his body.
This horrifying scene made many people cry out in alarm. Their eyes were filled with fear.
It was simply too bizarre.
Following a series of 'puchi' sounds, pitch-black thorns with warm blood pierced through the man's body. The heart-wrenching scream came to an abrupt end.
"Damn it!"
Looking at the man's pitiful appearance, two or three people who wanted to save him suddenly stopped and hurriedly retreated.
Even though they predicted that they would fight against the other side, who would have thought that as soon as they entered the spatial gate, before they could even react, the other side would give them a show of strength?
"How did he die?"
"Was it a curse?"
"It should be a parasitic soul skill?" Many people guessed.
There were so many of them, but none of them could figure out how the man was killed. He just died in front of them.
"Everyone, step back. Don't get too close. From the looks of it, it should be a parasitic soul skill. There's something invisible in the air!"
A young man stepped out and quickly entered the Demon Transformation state. His pitch-black eyes flickered with a faint purple light. After a while, he said in a grave tone, "There are green dots in the air that cannot be seen with the naked eye. These green dots are scattered all around the corpse within a radius of five meters."
At this point, the young man looked at his teammate beside him, a young man with a crew cut, and said, "Ah Jie, fire."
A 'Jie nodded and entered the state of Demon Transformation. He opened his mouth and spat out scarlet flames. The scorching flames formed a fire net that enveloped the man's surroundings and ignited him at the same time.
In the air, there was a continuous sound that made people feel numb, as if thousands of mosquitoes were being ignited. The pungent smell made people feel nauseous.
"Alright, the leech pods are dead."
The young man's eyes flickered with purple light as he said.
At this moment, looking at the burning corpse, some people's eyes were filled with fear, some were cold, some were filled with killing intent, and some were filled with a strange excitement.
The foreign race was very pleased with themselves. They laughed in schadenfreude and hooted again.
"Sword Manipulation!"
Lin Feng said. As the tool, Yue Mingming understood tacitly. He took out three of the ten swords hanging on his body, grabbed the sword ropes, and threw them out. Under the control of Yunkai, the swords whistled and flew in the direction of the foreign race like lightning.
"This is just a small warning. Next time, I won't be so gentle."
Looking at the whistling flying swords, one of the foreign race members revealed a cold smile and said loudly. The other person quickly entered the state of Demon Transformation. Before the flying swords arrived, their bodies suddenly shrank, and their feet seemed to merge with the ground beneath them. It was as if they had burrowed into the ground, and disappeared into thin air.
Seeing the foreign race member leave unscathed and the charred corpse, the faces of the foreign race members turned ugly. There was a suppressed anger in their hearts that they couldn't vent.
"Damn it, don't let me catch you!"
"These disgusting bastards!"
Many people cursed and vented the anger in their hearts. There were also people with fear in their eyes. After struggling for a while, under the mocking eyes of others, they returned to the spatial gate and chose to give up.
These people's abilities were generally not strong. There were even Peak Rank-4 or those who had just entered Rank-5. They knew that it was dangerous, but they were hoping for good luck or to pick up scraps. However, the cruel reality taught them a vivid lesson.
The foreign race's show of strength was effective, and twenty to thirty people chose to give up.
However, most people didn't have much of a reaction or fear.
To many people, entering the spatial gate of the imperial jade seal meant that they were prepared to die.
After this show of strength, the expressions of the various teams and adventurers became more cautious.
The spatial gate of the imperial jade seal was indeed very dangerous. It was ten to a hundred times more dangerous than other spatial gates of the same grade.
In other spatial gates, the region where the foreign race was located was a forbidden area. Normally, they wouldn't enter it easily. It was the same for the foreign race.
However, it was different here. The foreign race here was very crazy, very dangerous, and very strong.
As soon as they arrived, everyone saw a Parasitic Soul Skill that was as high as a Purple Gold rank.
The parasitic particles released by this Soul Skill could be plant seeds that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. They entered a person's body through physical contact and breathing. By devouring blood or flesh, they became nutrients for growth and quickly multiplied. The outcome of those who were hit by this skill was very tragic and extremely painful.
Although they weren't sure what kind of Soul Skill this was, any Parasitic Soul Skill was extremely rare. If one didn't have special eyes, it would be very difficult to discover it.
Lin Feng had seriously studied this Parasitic Soul Skill and was very interested in it.
Poison type Soul Skills had always been a Soul Skill that Lin Feng wanted to absorb.
And this Parasitic Soul Skill was similar to poison type Soul Skills.
One could imagine that when a large number of bubbles exploded, the violent explosion and vibration would cause people to be in a dizzy state. If all kinds of parasitic particles were released in the air at this time, it would be very difficult to defend against them even if they knew. This was simply the best Soul Skill for sneaking up on people.
Furthermore, it was a large-scale AOE Soul Skill with terrifying destructive power.
Parasitism was one of the Soul Skills in Lin Feng's plan.
However, absorbing this Soul Skill was extremely difficult.
Generally speaking, Parasitic Soul Skills were the innate skills of plant-type Demon Spirits. Only plant-type Demon Spiritualists could successfully absorb them.
Lin Feng refined the Arowana. Even with the help of the Nightmare, it was almost impossible for him to absorb this Soul Skill.
Unless he could find a non-plant-type Parasitic Soul Skill, only then would he be able to absorb it.
There were only seven non-plant-type Parasitic Soul Skills recorded. There were only two water-type Parasitic Soul Skills, which were extremely rare.
"There are still three hundred people left."
Lin Feng observed the surrounding crowd. This time, there were thirteen teams participating in the preliminary round. Each team had eight people, which was a total of 104 people. As for the Adventurers, there were still close to two hundred people.
Among these two hundred people, some had just graduated, some were around twenty-five years old. They were only a few years older than the participants.
Most of these people came from Shanghai. However, there was also a small portion that came from all over the country. Shang Jing, Jiang City, and Guanglin were all possible.
Anyone could participate in the preliminary round. The date was fixed and public. Some people who wanted to enter the Imperial Jade Seal's Spatial Door would have to pass through multiple Spatial Doors and arrive in Shanghai early.
Aside from these young men and women, there was also a group of middle-aged people in their thirties or forties.
These people were used to death, and they did not show much emotion. They were very typical adventurers who had been adventuring in the Shenwu Continent all year round, hunting monsters, and licking blood from their blades. They were all very experienced.
They had not broken through to the seventh grade at this age, which meant that they were not geniuses. However, entering the Imperial Jade Seal proved that they were very confident in their own strength.
From Lin Feng's point of view, these people could not be underestimated. Some of them were much stronger than the members of the various large teams.
There were also five or six people who were clearly older. They were all in their sixties or seventies. At this age, they probably did not have much desire to improve their strength. Their goal here was likely to be to earn some money so that they could retire.
"I think that we should cooperate. Otherwise, we will learn from his mistakes."
At this time, a tall, bald man with a long blade in his hand stepped forward. He looked at the charred man and said loudly, "Even if it's just a team of eight, it's still very dangerous to face a foreign invader alone. Only when we form a true team will we be able to make them fear us and not act rashly!"
"That's right. After all, this is the foreign invaders' territory. It's very dangerous for us."
Someone else agreed.
When faced with this suggestion, many people nodded and felt that it made sense. However, even more people chose to watch from the sidelines, and some even sneered.
If there was an organization, there would naturally be a boss, and if there was a boss, there would naturally be underlings.
No one wanted to be an underling.