I'm not a drama god

Dongdong——dongdong——

The roar echoed in the Wuji Realm, and the members of the Dusk Society who were fleeing in various places raised their heads and looked into the distance at the same time.

Seven giant disasters emitting a terrifying aura tore apart the boundary wall, and the rolling dust covered the sky. At this time, no matter where you are in the Wuji boundary, you can see the hideous giant shadow slowly moving out of the thick smoke.

"no……"

"What the hell is that???"

Everyone in the Dusk Society widened their eyes, thinking that it was already difficult enough to avoid the four Judgment Agents, so how come there was also a disaster invasion?

But after thinking about it carefully, they were no longer panicked... After all, this was the Wuji Realm, the territory of the Fire Usurpers. Even if a disaster invasion occurred, they would be the ones who would have the most headaches.

As it turned out, their guess was correct.

As soon as the edge of the realm was breached by the disaster, the faces of the four judgement agents and the fire usurpers changed. They looked at the giant shadows in the thick smoke in astonishment, and their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley...

The butcher and the eighth-level book god simply gave up chasing the members of the Dusk Society and rushed towards the direction of the disaster invasion.

The strong wind whistled past their ears. The closer they got to the billowing smoke and dust, the temperature around them dropped rapidly, as if a cold current from the depths of the forbidden sea had penetrated into their bones.

"The disaster is invading...why at this time?" Shu Shendao muttered to himself.

"It's a bit weird." The butcher said in a deep voice, "A normal disaster invasion should be caused by a certain disaster territory. All disasters are of the same category... but the auras of these disasters in front of us seem to be different."

"You mean..."

Om-! !

The biting cold current surged out from the smoke and dust like the breath of a giant dragon, and the broken high walls and the infinite world were all stained with a layer of mirror-like frost...

Seven huge shadows slowly emerged from the cold wave and smoke. A mysterious hooded figure was standing on the head of the leading skeleton wolf. The mirror-like frost that soaked the earth was spreading from his body.

A faint white mist dissipated from the corners of Brand Spell's mouth, and a pair of sharp mirrored white eyes locked onto the Butcher and Shu Shendao.

Not seven disasters... but eight?

The butcher frowned tightly as he looked at the "human" standing on top of the skeleton wolf. From the body shape and appearance, the other party was undoubtedly a human, but there was not the slightest human breath. Instead, there was a smell of disaster that had never been recorded... It was a mysterious disaster that did not belong to any "World Destroyer".

"No... it's the Fusion Sect?" Shu Shendao seemed to realize something, "But hasn't the Fusion Sect always been low-key and mysterious? Why would they attack the realm at this time?"

"Could it be..."

The butcher had a bad feeling.

"Where is Chen Ling?" Zhao Yi's cold voice rang out in the frost and snow.

The butcher and Shushendao felt a sinking feeling in their hearts at the same time... As expected, he came to look for Chen Ling again.

“The Fusion Faction also wants to meddle in the affairs of the Wuji Realm?” The butcher held the boning knife in his hand, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Chen Ling's matter is the matter of the Fusion Faction. If you want to kill Chen Ling, you are provoking the entire Fusion Faction." Zhao Yi sneered, raised his fingertips, and pointed at the boundary under his feet.

"I don't care about Wuji or Fire Usurper... Why don't you ask this realm under your feet how many times it can stop the invasion of disasters?"

The butcher and Shu Shendao looked extremely ugly.

"Holy Son, I smell the breath of 'destruction'." The voice of the Skeleton Wolf sounded in Zhao Yi's ears.

Zhao Yi was too lazy to waste time with these two judges, so he waved his hand.

"Fuck me."

The next moment, the six disasters behind him suddenly rose up at the same time. The tall monsters as big as mountains directly surrounded the butcher and Shu Shendao.

Zhao Yi leaned over and grabbed the pale skull of the skeleton. The latter turned around suddenly, and while the two judges were besieged, he flexibly ran towards the depths of the Wuji Realm, like a galloping white lightning!

After he was completely away from the battlefield, Zhao Yi looked back and wiped the sweat from his forehead with some fear:

“Damn… Two level eights? No one told me that Wuji had such powerful guys before I came here?”

"Son, there are more than two strong men like this in the Wuji Realm." Canglang sniffed his nose, "There are eight eighth-level warriors here... No... It seems to be nine? The scent of one is almost gone."

"Can they defeat those two level eights?"

Zhao Yi looked at the six disasters that were fighting with the two judges and asked with some concern.

"I can't beat him." Canglang answered decisively, "But I should be able to delay him for a while..."

"How long is a while?"

"Five or six minutes? Anyway, we have to find Chen Ling as soon as possible."

Zhao Yi sighed with some worry.

The Fusion Faction gave him the task of rescuing Chen Ling and asked him to take these seven masters away, which was enough to prove their respect for him... If these people were killed in the Wuji Realm, it would be a considerable loss for the Fusion Faction, and Zhao Yi would not forgive himself easily.

"No need to sigh, Holy Son." Skeleton Wolf paused for a moment, "At least, your second-year speech just now did scare them a lot."

Zhao Yi: ...

……

"Fusion faction???"

Under the stage, the Silver King couldn't help himself. He looked at the Red King with a look that seemed to want to eat him alive. "Not only the Fire Usurper, but also the Tianshu Realm... you even included the Fusion Faction?"

The Silver King was so depressed that he almost went crazy. He thought his layout was perfect enough and he had a lot of chess pieces, but every time he made a move, the Red King would always be able to counterattack from an angle he could not expect.

Mobilizing Tianshu Jun, instigating Lou Yu to rebel, and attracting the law enforcement officer had gradually broken the defense of the Silver King. The Fusion Faction that came out at the right time dealt a heavy blow to his arrogant self-confidence...

Red King, are you really so resourceful?

"So, your vision is too narrow... You only see what you want to see, but ignore the other chess players hiding in the dark." The Red King raised his eyebrows, leaned back in his chair slowly, and looked at a certain direction in the void.

"Whether it's you or the human realm, the low profile of the Fusion Faction has made all of you subconsciously ignore its existence... But in fact, its power is beyond the imagination of all of you."

"How powerful can an academic school that was kicked out by the Nine Lords and studies humans and disasters have?" The Silver King snorted coldly, "At least, there are no demigods among them."

The Red King smiled but did not comment.

His eyes were still looking into nothingness, his gaze seemed to penetrate time and space, staring at Zhao Yi on the back of the skeleton wolf, seemingly lost in thought.

"Fusion faction..." the Red King muttered to himself.

"Perhaps, it would be more appropriate."