The High Priestess of the Soul Race, as a high-ranking member of the Soul Race, knew full and more information and the accuracy was still very high. That's why An Yinong's live broadcast had a few more million followers within a few minutes.

He even appeared in a meeting that was urgently held in the virtual world.

"It would be great if someone with this ability could be used by us."

"Don't think about it, this person is probably going to be a Seeker in the future."

On the screen, the High Priestess of the Soul Race had finished the most crucial information.

'It's almost over', An Yinong thought to himself, 'An ability with no limitations and no weaknesses will make people more and more fearful'.

After finishing their troop deployment and specific battle plan, the Soul Clan Priest had a moment to 'escape' the control of 'Spirit Speech' as he raised his scepter once more.

"This guy ......," An Yinong frowned, [tell me ...... um!]

He couldn't seem to control the High Priest of the Soul Clan, and a mouthful of blood spat out.

The moment he 'lost control', the Soul Race High Priest's scepter was already aimed at An Yinong.

"Watch out!" Ken appeared beside An Yinong in the blink of an eye, trying to stop the High Priest of the Soul Clan: although he was wary, he also knew how much good it would do to have someone with this kind of ability as one of his own.

It was already instinctive for these soldiers to put their collective interests before their personal interests.

An Yinong was surprised in his heart, not expecting his bitter trick to have this effect. But of course, he wouldn't let this out-and-out player get killed for himself. So the Saffron Vine on the Soul Race High Priest instantly blossomed and crawled all over his body.

The Soul Race High Priest's dead energy couldn't withstand the growth of the saffron vines, and he was drained.

"Ah ...... who the hell are you?" The High Priest of the Soul Clan couldn't understand why he had failed no matter what.

"You guess?" An Yinong indifferently watched him fall.

The Soul Clan High Priest's black robes scattered into smoke, and the twelve-hole bone mask fell along with the scepter in his hand.

The rest of Ken's squad came over, and one tried to pick up the mask, but it shattered at the touch, and it was the scepter that stayed. He came over with the scepter as if to hand it back to Yinong, who was coughing up blood.

The blood splattered on the green grass, which also looked like a clump of red flowers.

Qin helped him, who was unsteady on his feet, "What's wrong? What can I do to help you?"

"Qin, I'm so hungry." The black runes faded away from his skin, the backlash had stopped, and An Yinong was feeling nothing but pain and hunger, the kind of hunger that made him faint.

At this moment, he was no longer that big brother who controlled the life and death of the Soul Clan's High Priest, but just a young man who was injured, covered in blood, and still shouting in pain at the person he liked. Looking at such An Yinong, Qin's heart was soft and sour, "Take a rest, I'll go find food."

"Uh-huh." An Yinong's eyes were a little blurry and his strength was drawn out, but grabbing the person in front of him he felt at ease, closing his eyes at ease and fainting.

The sun outside the clouds faded and disappeared, the ground shook once more, and the world entered the darkness once more.

Holding his teammate who no longer had a bright smile, Qin, who had never been calm and rational to the extreme, finally panicked.

He picked the person up in a cross body, and Ken's squad couldn't stop him, watching them leave the shaking slope, and the Sentinel Beasts stepped on the clear wind to catch up with them.

"Boss, what now?" The team member pointed to the scepter in his hand.

"We'll give it to him when we next encounter it," Ken said, by the way, figuring out the scope of that ability, and the limitations, to see if there was still a chance of cooperation.

Being able to kill the High Priest of the Soul Clan and controlling people, to tell the truth, I believe that the Ministry of War would be willing to facilitate special abilities.

The ground continued to rumble or tear as they spoke, but the rocks rolling down the mountain were intercepted by the wildly growing vegetation, and the earth's shaking wasn't as violent.

Slowly, the movement of the mountain lessened.

The players looked up at the sky, knowing that the test given by the game was about to pass.

The test given by the game had passed, but the test given by the alien race outside the game had just begun.

The dignitaries of the various countries of the Bug Race began to contact the military ministries of their own countries, wanting to ascertain the authenticity of this matter. As a result, they got bad news: "Half a year ago, alien races were found entering and exiting the borders and patrolling with warships."

"Why didn't you tell us about this?"

"They have often frequented the borders of the Bug Starfield over the years, and hastily informing the people about this without getting definite information would only cause a riot. But now that it's confirmed, we can make preparations."

The military ministries of the Bug Race countries once again appeared in the virtual conference room for a meeting.

The national war preparation program that had been in place for many years was once again restarted, and the colleges and universities were preparing to follow the plan to popularize the alien race with their children, their strengths and weaknesses, how to preserve themselves after encountering them, and so on. Some residential areas also need to prepare for wartime drills, learning how to protect themselves and how to enter a war shelter in the fastest time possible.

Of course, the first one to prepare was the military districts of the various countries.

They knew about the alien race's battle plan, but the alien race would also know that their battle plan had been leaked, and both sides would be guessing the other side's movements, putting on a good show of I've predicted your prediction.

So they needed to be prepared for everything and deal with all the problems that might arise. At the same time, they had to contact the game side to see if they could stop the game immediately.

The civilian population didn't know about the meeting at the military department, they were still discussing the events of today in the live broadcast room.

Faced with a mess, Ken's squad's live room was silent for a long time, and it was only half a day before a viewer bubbled up, ''At that time when Ken chose to give up targeting this Differentiation Stage player, I actually scolded him for his cowardice. No, it turns out I was the stupid one."

Who would have thought that a seemingly harmless Differentiation Stage could kill the notoriously difficult Soul Clan High Priest?

"The High Priestess of the Soul Clan has come out, I thought that even Qin would only die this time." In Qin's live broadcast room, the audience was also in shock.

That was the High Priest of the Soul Clan, a negative energy body, an existence that was difficult to kill with physical level attacks. He could wake up a row of Soul Race with a casual summoning, and even create a Soul Race army.

The Soul Race was a powerful threat to living beings, their death aura non-physical power could penetrate most protective barriers and kill living beings. And the Soul Race plus the High Priestess was a bug existence.

A Soul Race army plus the Soul Race High Priestess, plus a hundred-meter tall Mechanical Race ...... Even if it's Qin, it's still hard enough to cope with it, coupled with the disparity in equipment between the two sides, and Qin's condition is not good, no one dares to say that the result will be a good one.

"I confess, I also said that he dragged his feet for the Great Emperor." The ones who shouted Great Emperor were all extreme fans who looked at anyone and felt unworthy to stay with their idol, but this time the shock these people received was too great, and their worldviews shattered all over the place.

Why would a differentiation stage possess that kind of power? Was it a mutation?

No one felt that these two were mismatched together anymore, they were a true 'door-to-door pair' with equal battle power. Moreover, when they stood together, there was a sense of harmony that outsiders couldn't melt into.

Watching Qin hugging someone and leaping over the top of the mountain, the audience couldn't help but shed tears of envy: "Heartbreaking ah, other people in the survival game can find such a good object, and I ......"

"It's not an object yet, not even a confession."

"Hey! Really, Qin this is in the army to stay stupid, so suitable person, he still dawdle what?" Come to think of it, a person who could hold down a Soul Clan High Priest at the Divergence Stage, isn't it a bit ungrateful for him to refuse any longer?

As for An Yinong's live broadcast, besides marveling at the fact that he had accidentally gotten a Hidden Styles powerful player, he was worried about An Yinong - he had just vomited so much blood and fainted, so he didn't know what the exact situation was like.

"There had been no action before, but all of a sudden he went on a killing spree like this, is it because he's worried about Qin?"

The audience wasn't blind or stupid, they had brains and would analyze it, "It's obvious la, it's just that in doing so, it seems like he paid some price as well, I don't know how it's going to be in the future."

"It must be fine. But he ruined the plans of the foreign races, I'm worried that those foreign races are looking for trouble with him."

"Bullshit foreign races, come one and kill one, come a pair and kill a pair! I am a higher insect race, and the ability is on the auxiliary side, plus my sister at home has joined the army, so I have never wanted to join the army. But ...... this year I'm going to join the army."

"Upstairs, I am also, this year is also ready to join the army, before have not been able to make up my mind, just submitted the application form."

The news of the alien invasion seems to have stimulated the people fiercely, just this one night, the military department of each country received hundreds of thousands of newly submitted applications to join the army.

The world outside the game was making waves, but the players inside the game knew nothing about it, they were still trying to prepare for the test that might come, at this time, Qin had already brought An Yinong to leave the mountain group and reach the next venue.

The golden sunlight passed through the layers of leaves, turning into golden spots that fell on An Yinong's face. He found himself lying on the soft grass, with Windchild lying next to him, his dark eyes looking at him.

There was a bit of sweetness in his mouth, the flavor of fruit juice. I don't know what kind of juice it was, with a faint sour flavor and a rich sweet aroma, licking it made him feel refreshed.

He sat up, his stomach wasn't hungry anymore, it was just that his heart still hurt a little, I guess it would take a couple of days for it to go away.

"Qin?"

Qin stood in the shadows under the tree, her thin lips pursed out in a blade-like cold line, and her ice-blue eyes were unusually charming because of that bit of somber flavor.

An Yinong had always thought that Qin was a big cutie, but at this time he suddenly felt that a big cutie might indeed be a scary killing god at other times.

Ah, it seemed more like it.

Damn this aesthetic.

Jean stepped out of the shadows under the tree, the sunlight not dispelling the chill from his body. He half crouched down, those charming eyes reflecting An Yinong's figure, his long, cold fingers brushing the corner of his forehead, "The eyes have recovered."

An Yinong's original eye color was olive green, which wasn't too obvious with his dark brown hair before, but now that his hair and skin had turned ice-like white, it also set off these green eyes in a vibrant, sprout-like tenderness.

Especially the right corner of the corner of my eye a little tear mole, look more feel agile and light.

His low and cool voice and temperament match perfectly, An Yinong couldn't help but ask: "Are you teasing me? I'm not making a fool of myself, am I?"

Qin originally had a lot of questions and wanted to seriously ask about the situation, but at this moment because of this sentence broke: it is not right to say that you are flirting, and it is not right to say that you are not flirting.

Both men and women would instinctively show off their strengths to someone they liked, right? For example, 'very good looking' makes someone fall in love at first sight.

It's just that Qin has a lot of concerns. He couldn't provide a safe and stable environment, he was going to die. Also, he had offended so many of the Fae, if he died, would all that hatred be transferred to An Yinong, who was left behind?

The events of not too long ago added to his worries. After he left the Explorers, there was still Fae at his door. An Yinong's ability could restrain the Soul Race, but what if he encountered other races with special abilities?

It wasn't like An Yinong was a member of the Explorers, and he couldn't even go to the Explorers for help. He was alone, how could he fight against those who had nothing to lose?

He couldn't think about these things.

Seeing Qin's heavy concerns, An Yinong smiled helplessly: how come every world has to be so entangled? Hey, too responsible, too high a sense of morality, always serious.

If it were An Yinong, he wouldn't care so much, life is short, after dashing around.

"Just kidding, why, still thinking about that foreigner thing? Don't worry, I'm here." He stretched, "Are you scared? It's just that it consumes food, there are no other side effects whatsoever, one meal and you're good to go."

Qin didn't know if what he said was true or if he was purposely holding on to it. He didn't ask next, just pulled him up.

"We're already out of the mountain group?"

"Already left, you were out for a day and a night, today is the ninth day of the game."

An Yinong stood up, "Did I sleep for that long? Then aren't we behind in our progress?"

"The game doesn't matter." Looking at him freshly alive, the dark clouds weighing on Qin's heart quietly dispersed. This day was one of the most tangled and difficult days of his adult life.

He worried that the food he had found would not work for him, that he would no longer wake up, and that he would wake up in a bad way. Thankfully none of that had happened.

"Mai, you ......"

"What?" Standing up and moving his arms and legs An Yinong turned his head to look at him, the golden sunlight jumping over his white hair and boyish face, young and vibrant.

Qin looked at him with some fascination, reaching out his hand to catch the sunlight and the fleeting light, but his palm was empty.

'Why couldn't I have met you earlier?'

A hand rested on Qin's outstretched hand and closed, the warmth passing through the contact of skin to another person. Qin subconsciously tightened her grip and raised her head, only to see An Yinong's smiling face that could dispel all darkness.

"Let's get going and catch up with them."

"Good."