"Han Ji, Lu Huan, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, Mo Fan, Yao Nan, Ling Xi is Salan, let's get rid of this old guy first!" Xu Mu shouted loudly, and at the same time released the silent thunder death light to hit Ling Xi.

"What the hell? Lingxi is Saran! She is the elder of our Hunter Alliance, are you sure?" The demon man widened his eyes and asked in disbelief, but his movements were faster than anyone else. The constellation magic in his hand had already been constructed and pointed directly at Lingxi.

This guy is about to die, but he doesn't care whether the other party is a Saran or not. Let alone the elder of the Hunter Alliance, even if he is his boss Du Xiao, he will be buried in an ice coffin first.

Although Zhu Meng was confused, he still decisively cast a spell and attacked Ling Xi. Of course, he did not believe Xu Mu's lies.

But the current situation... They can no longer save the ancient capital, and these millions of people are irretrievable. He can only let Salan be buried with these millions of people!

Even if Ling Xi is not Saran, she must die! In other words, all the super-class people present must die!

The hunting king Du Xiao seemed much calmer. He and Zhu Meng and several other super-class mages were the ones with the least suspicion among Saran, and the restrictions on their bodies had been lifted long ago.

And the remaining super-class mages whose restrictions have not been lifted are the ones that Saran is most suspicious of.

No matter whether the other party is Saran or not, it is right to kill him.

The hunting king Du Xiao said in a deep voice: "Everyone, Du Xiao is here to say sorry to you. If Saran is not eliminated, our country and even the people of the world will be seriously threatened."

Before he finished speaking, a golden-red light cut through the night sky and transformed into a gigantic sacred sword that dropped from the sky and slashed towards the imprisoned super-class wizard!
"If you want to blame me or curse me, go ahead and vent your anger, but I will never regret my choice!"

Chairman Han Ji, Chief Lu Huan, and the mysterious gray-haired man knew better than anyone that the mages who had not yet lifted the ban were the most likely suspects of Saran.

They didn't even need Xu Mu's reminder and directly directed their magic at these super-class mages.

They can accept the destruction of the ancient capital, tolerate the sacrifice of millions of people, and even sacrifice all the super-class mages, but the mastermind behind all this - Saran, must not continue to live!

"Lord Saran!" Mu He's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that Han Ji and others were so impatient that they directly launched the guillotine plan!
They clearly still have time to wait for the arrival of Qin Shi Huang's tomb, why can't they wait a little longer? !

"Mu He!"

An angry voice suddenly sounded in Mu He's ears. He subconsciously looked back and saw a right hand wrapped in flames that was getting bigger and bigger in his sight and coming straight towards him.

"You beast, so many people in Bo City died because of you." Mo Fan's angry voice followed closely. Mu He was dizzy from the punch and completely lost his sense of direction.

Mu He wanted to use magic to fight back, but Mo Fan was currently possessed by Little Princess Yan. How could an old man like Mu He, who had been neglecting actual combat for many years, possibly defeat a young and extremely violent wizard who had experienced many battles?

"Mo Fan... Han Ji... Xu Mu, you... Lord Saran is dead! Lord Saran is dead, but you can't expect to live. You will all be buried with Lord Saran!"

Mu He was knocked limp by Mo Fan's punches. He could only stare with eyes wide open helplessly at the direction where Saran was, drowned in the magic light and no longer visible.

“Hahahaha… Lord Saran is dead, and the ancient capital will definitely be destroyed! You don’t know the location of Qin Shihuang’s mausoleum, the ancient capital will definitely be destroyed... woooo.” A crazy expression appeared on Mu He’s face.

"Go to hell!" Mo Fan suddenly raised his foot and stepped heavily on Mu He's face, swallowing back the rest of his words. ...

"What's going on? Can anyone tell me what this mixture of holy light and blessing power is all about? Are the guys from the Parthenon also in the ancient capital?"

After an intense magical bombardment, everyone was left with varying degrees of injuries, their eyes focused on the ruins formed by the magical attack.

There was a platinum-colored shield standing on the ground. Although the shield was covered with cracks and seemed like it would break at any time, it still tenaciously protected the people inside.

On the ground inside the shield, one broken magic weapon after another lay there quietly, emitting a faint and cold light.

What surprised everyone even more was that they actually felt the power of holy light and blessing on this shield.

Blessing... That is the power exclusive to the Parthenon, it symbolizes hope, light and protection.

But the problem is, no one here has a particularly deep connection with the Parthenon, so where does this power come from?
Could it be that the people of the Parthenon were also involved in this conspiracy?

"It seems that I really underestimated you, especially you, Xu Mu...you were able to see through my identity." As the surrounding dust gradually dissipated, the entire scene inside the shield was revealed.

This shield was incredibly large, enough to shelter all the imprisoned super-class mages, but their condition seemed hopeless.

"Damn it, this guy must be a cockroach from Guangdong Province. Half of his body is gone, but he's still alive." The demon man couldn't help but curse. He simply couldn't believe what he saw.

What came into view was Ling Xi... or rather, Saran, who was now slumped on the ground, his clothes having long since been turned into nothing in the previous magic bombardment.

However, at this moment, no one had the heart to appreciate the naked body of this criminal genius, because Saran's body was already badly damaged, his legs, abdomen and even heart were severely injured and missing, and blood gathered on the ground to form a small pond.

However, even after suffering such fatal injuries, Saran did not die!
Even a leader-level demon would die if he lost half of his body, but what about Saran? Although she looked very bad, her expression and tone did not show that she was on the verge of life and death.

"Or, you can go get some cockroach medicine and see if you can deal with her." Xu Mu said half-jokingly.

"I do want to, but if I leave now, what if this guy runs away?" the demon man said with some concern.

"You overestimate yourself. With so many super-class mages, do they need a mere high-level mage like you?" Xu Mu curled his lips in contempt, and the magic in his hand blasted towards the platinum-colored shield without hesitation.

"Salang... Lingxi, I never thought that you were actually Saran!" President Han Ji's eyes were fixed on Saran. He keenly noticed that a faint, almost invisible light was emerging from Saran's body.

"The power of blessing and the power of healing...you are from the Parthenon!" President Han Ji's tone was full of shock and disbelief. He seemed to be trying to understand it all, trying to connect Saran with the Parthenon.

(End of this chapter)