C71 A Dead End

The most important thing right now was to get out of Zhenkong Demiplane as soon as possible.

Although the Golden Core had been nurtured, Yan Jia didn't spend much effort in this aspect. He also didn't have the confidence to fight an incomplete Heaven Dao in the territory that the enemy had been operating for more than a thousand years.

After all, the current world could still be considered a peaceful era.

Moreover, even the Avatar had not been nurtured to pull out any combat strength. What was the use of it? After becoming invincible, he would let others jump around his own grave?

Or was he planning to write down the world's shortest lifespan expert on his own tombstone?

The condensation of the Golden Core originally did not have that much of an improvement in terms of combat power. After all, the appearance of the Golden Core wasn't for the sake of fighting, but for the sake of better nurturing the Avatar.

Therefore, who would let a 'pregnant woman' participate in a full-time battle?

Even so, it was not difficult for humans. In order to increase one's combat strength at the level of the Golden Core, the general choice was to strengthen and use the Avatar to nurture the characteristics.

Just like the Kui Cattle of the Yan's father, it allowed the Yan's father to control 'lightning', and it also strengthened one's physical body.

Therefore, after Yan Jia had a certain ability to protect himself, he did not have much energy to fight.

Yan Jia focused all of his combat attribute points on the 'flame' and his body.

Either the enemy was burned to death by his "flame," or the enemy couldn't kill him and could still escape.

Currently, Yan Jia was walking the path of a warrior with high attack, low defense, but thick blood.

He didn't have any flying attributes.

With the help of the King's "trump card," Yan Jia finally enjoyed the feeling of flying before the Avatar was born.

Unfortunately, Yan Jia didn't have the mood to enjoy the feeling of flying right now. All he cared about was running away.

The Sun had just risen, but there were already many people coming out of the city. Many people also noticed Yan Jia who was flying towards the center of the city. After all, flying was not allowed in the city under normal circumstances.

Yan Jia didn't care about the people pointing at him. No matter what these people said, he wouldn't lose a piece of meat. If he came a little later, he would lose his life.

He did not even change his clothes. He flew out in his pajamas. He was in a hurry to escape, so he did not have the mood to pay attention to the opinions of his subordinates.

The huge ball of light became bigger and bigger in Yan Jia's eyes. They would arrive soon. As long as they could leave Zhenkong Demiplane, it would be a great victory for Yan Jia.

Finally, Yan Jia reached out his hand and touched the white ball of light.

But this time, Yan Jia really touched it for the first time.

In the past, whether it was the Library Secret Realm of Golden Crow Academy or the Zhenkong Demiplane, as long as one entered the sphere, one would automatically be sent to the Shanhai World or the Demiplane.

The light sphere was just a light sphere, it only represented a range.

This time, Yan Jia's right hand didn't reach into the light sphere, but seemed to have touched a wall, an incomparably solid wall.

When his right hand came into contact with the sphere of light, Yan Jia seemed to have heard the sound of bones cracking.

After that, his entire body did not have time to slow down. He crashed into the ball of light, causing a pool of blood to splash out.

The broken body slid from the ball of light to the ground, drawing branches for the blood.

The crowd that originally wanted to walk into the light ball stopped, and started to point and point at Yan Jia.

At the same time, a figure appeared behind Yan Jia. Under Yan Jia's gaze, he slowly walked over, but the people surrounding him seemed to not see anything.

The person passed through the people around him, but those people still didn't have any reaction.

Finally, Wang "passed through" the crowd and arrived in front of Yan Jia.

Yan Jia opened his eyes and finally saw the other party's face. It was different from what he remembered. The other party's face did not change or blur like what Bai Lang remembered. Instead, it was a stable face.

It looked like a dragon, but also like a sheep. There was a huge horn on top of the other party's head. It was the head of a Baize.

Previously, it was the head of a ___. Before this, when Yan Jia was absorbing the sudden surge of information, Bai Lang was still in the form of a lion's body Baize in the pitch black void. Her eyes were cold, like a machine.

A muscular figure appeared in front of Bai Lang. No matter how his face changed, his indifferent eyes were staring at Bai Lang's illusory body.

With a wave of his hand, a "gale" blew away Bai Lang's disguise.

Under Bai Lang's slightly illusory lion body, what was hidden was a sheep body that was already transparent to the point of being somewhat blurry.

At the same time, Bai Lang's cold eyes also instantly became incomparably disappointed.

"Just a little bit more."

Bai Lang could feel the changes in the Portal's light sphere. From this moment on, the huge light sphere was still the same as before. Everyone and everything could pass through except Yan Jia.

"You know, you will only make me kill him if you do this. Do you regret it?"

Countless different tones and languages were saying the same thing.

"Then do you regret using the 'plague' to kill hundreds of thousands of people?"

Bai Lang asked back.

"Let's do it. I didn't expect that I would be one step slower in the end. Unfortunately, I was just a little bit slower."

Wang Chao stood in front of Bai Lang. His height was not even half of Bai Lang's current height. He raised his head and looked into the other party's eyes. He did not do anything, but the spirit in Bai Lang's eyes began to fade and slowly became empty.

The huge mouth was still muttering.

"If I had listened to my teacher and gave up on the Baize, how good would it have been? Wouldn't everything be different..."

The voice was getting lower and lower, and it was no longer as shocking as before. Instead, it seemed incomparably weak.

Before he could finish speaking, the spirit in his eyes had already completely disappeared, and had become incomparably empty.

Now, even the machine was no longer like it.

The Baize's transparent and somewhat blurry body was like a pile of gravel, scattering into countless tiny dots that emitted white light.

It was attracted to the face of the king.

As the light spots were absorbed, the constantly changing face of the king gradually stabilized.

When the last light fell on the king's face, the constantly changing face finally stabilized again after more than sixty years.

The thing that supported the King's muscular body was a head that resembled a dragon and a goat. There was also a huge horn on the top of his head.

At the same time, Yan Jia's right hand touched the ball of light.