Night Without End-Chapter 40 - 27: High-Level Confrontation

Xu Yueping spoke, "Xiao Qin, do you want to take a look?"

"Have Cao Long, Wei Zhi Rou, and Mu Qing gone?" Qin Ming asked. Though curious about the top-tier Alien Species in the mountains, safety considerations naturally took precedence.

Xu Yueping said, "They have already passed by our village and gone ahead, with high-level permission, as long as they do not get too close."

"Then what are we waiting for, let's go!" Old Man Liu suddenly perked up, taking a stance first.

Qin Ming did not object; since Cao Long, Wei Zhi Rou, and others had gone, there was no need for special concern.

Moments later, a group of them headed to the mountains, quickly reaching the outskirts. This area was already teeming with Newcomers, shadows flickering everywhere, all craning their necks in anticipation, eager to witness the high-level appearance of Chixia City.

Qin Ming stared at the donkey, staying silent; it looked almost like the one he had hunted in the mountains a few days ago, could it be its offspring?

A pure white weasel was sitting on the donkey's back, like an enlightened monk, utterly silent and incredibly composed, its eyes profound, seeming capable of discerning the affairs of the world.

Qin Ming imagined calming his spirit, concealing his vitality, and blending naturally into the crowd using "He Guang Tong Chen."

"Here it comes!" someone whispered. Beneath the night sky, a figure appeared at the edge of the white-snow-covered land, approaching closer and clearer.

"This must be one of our Chixia City's high-levels, right?" Even the nobles couldn't keep calm, speculating in hushed tones, all gazing in that direction.

Soon, the area fell silent again because it was still an alien species.

It approached with elegant catlike steps, unhurriedly arriving at the forefront of the woodland.

It turned out to be a Li Huamao cat, around three feet long, weighing tens of kilograms, not walking on all fours but standing upright.

Qin Ming was somewhat speechless; high-levels among alien species seemed not so rare after all, as these creatures were commonly seen.

Especially since Li Huamao cats and weasels are naturally adversarial, would the two start fighting in the mountains?

Many people shared this thought, yet none dared to voice it, maintaining tense silence.

"I thought top-tier Alien Species would be similar to entities like the Moon Worms..." Old Man Liu mumbled confusingly.

Guarding the mountains for decades, he had heard many legends, from the terrifying unmatched Mountain Master to birds famous for standing for two hundred years, each more mysterious than the last—yet none appeared.

"They wouldn't... be having internal conflict, would they?" someone noticed something unusual.

Because the elegantly striding Li Huamao cat and the weasel on the donkey's back looked very tense, not harmonious, as if about to fight.

In the snowy field, the Li Huamao cat stood still, carrying a Crimson Longsword on its back, similar in height to its erect stature, the blade already drawn half a foot out of its sheath, emitting red light akin to dusk in the legend, dyeing the nearby snow red.

The white weasel was no longer solemn as well, jumping off the donkey's back, tapping the old donkey to let it wait further away.

The white Old Weasel stood there, its forelimbs hardly different from human arms, one "hand" behind its back and the other in front holding a string of Prayer Beads.

Clothed in white, it looked up at the sky, leisurely out of this world, slowly twisting the bead string, emitting a faint white mist, countering the opposite red glow.

Everyone was baffled; were these two creatures not on the same side? They were confronting each other!

"One of them must be human, just that the path it chose altered its form from being human." someone whispered.

People around felt unsettled upon hearing this; those paths were far from them.

Now, they couldn't even distinguish which was a human and which was a high level Creature in the mountains.

Many people, including a large number of Mountain Patrols, had heard the news and arrived. Despite guarding the endless mountain ranges, they were only on the periphery and had no chance to see top-tier Alien Species. Today, they also came to broaden their horizons.

Chixia City also saw many Newcomers arrive, young and old, from nobility or powerful organizations, looking like a dense crowd at a glance.

The bold Newcomers from nearby villages and towns also rushed to watch.

Meanwhile, across in the dense forest, an even larger number of creatures appeared, more than this side, consisting of bizarre races especially intimidating in the dim forest, either fiery red or wrapped in purple mist, making much more noise than the discussions outside.

"Be cautious, the other side might make trouble!" Cao Long spoke, his three-meter-tall figure clad in shiny armor, gripping a sharp Big Spear in his hand.

"Aren't we supposed to have one last negotiation? Are the sides going to fight?" someone expressed their confusion.

Covered entirely in a black cloak, Mu Qing spoke, "We won't start trouble, but if those Alien Species dare to cross the line, feel free to fight them, the high-levels will cover for us."

Simultaneously, other organizations from Chixia City, major clans, and expert Mountain Patrols also communicated secretly, ready to fight if the situation turned south.

"It's been a long time since such a massive deployment, is it about to start? I remember the last major mountain sweep was thirty years ago." Old Man Liu said, slightly excited, gripping a heavy-backed cleaver in his right hand.

He and Qin Ming, among others, arrived later, standing at a more rearward and relatively safer position.

However, Qin Ming did not let his guard down. Since his side had reached a consensus and issued such a statement, he too prepared, holding the Wujin Hammer by its long handle.

As a tall and robust figure appeared, all the unrest was suppressed, whether the Alien Species in the woodland or the Newcomers in the snowy field grew quiet.

No one saw how he had appeared; he suddenly stood amidst the tension-filled scene.

He was ten meters tall, tremendously imposing in his ancient-style armor, holding a black long spear in one hand, exuding a powerful aura, intimidating the countless Alien Species between the mountains and valleys, and even causing goosebumps to arise on the Newcomers in the snowy field.

Fortunately, his intangible aura quickly dissipated, otherwise it would have suffocated everyone present.

The man's features were prominent and well-defined, making him appear to be in his forties. With such a towering figure, it naturally reminded people of the Immortal of Colossal Spirit.

"This must be some important figure from Chixia City, but why have I never seen him before?" someone wondered.

Even nobles and direct lineage members like Cao Long and Wei Zhi Rou were discussing and inquiring, as they had not seen him either.

In any case, this was a pure Human, definitely not an Alien Species.

The man holding the black War Spear had fluttering black hair and a resolute face. He stood beside an old Weasel on the snowy ground, facing a Li Huamao with a crimson longsword on its back.

With his arrival, the automatically unsheathed Crimson Longsword, which dyed its surroundings red like the evening glow, emitted a series of faint sounds, seemingly warning of the newcomer's strength and danger.

An old mountain patrol spoke up, "Now the situation is clear. The ten-meter-tall robust man is an expert invited by Chixia City, so the Weasel... ah, Senior Huang is also one of ours because he chose a different path and has transformed into another true form."

People nodded, clearly understanding that the Li Huamao with the crimson longsword came from deep within the mountains.

In the field, the enormous giant and the one foot tall white Weasel praying with beads presented a stark contrast, too severe for many to comment on openly, so they silently closed their mouths.

"Wei Mo, Brother Wei, it's been twenty years. Roaming the deep mountains and training near deadly lands, have you been well?" A calm voice sounded, quite unexpectedly, and another figure emerged from the snow.

This was still a Human male, appearing to be in his early forties, dressed in white, very scholarly and handsome, blending naturally with the snow when he stood.

He positioned himself beside the Li Huamao carrying the crimson sword, facing the ten-meter-tall Human.

This time, many in the snowy field were utterly confused, staring speechlessly, unable to discern which side were the top echelons and allies of Chixia City.

The giant known as Wei Mo nodded slightly, his dim Crimson Gold Armor making a clanging sound as he spoke, "Indeed, twenty years have passed, Ling Xu, you also appear aged."

People were puzzled as to why Wei Mo would say the man in white showed signs of aging, as he seemed in the prime of life. It seemed that entities at this level have different standards for judging.

Meanwhile, some from Chixia City exclaimed in surprise.

"Ling Xu... he is the City Lord!"

Qin Ming, Old Man Liu, and others were also repeatedly astounded, but now at least they had clarified which side were the High-Level Creatures from the mountain and which were the top echelons of Chixia City.

In such a short time, many had their understanding twisted several times.

The scholarly middle-aged man Ling Xu nodded, "Who can avoid aging? No one can resist the passage of time, not even the most mysterious top-tier creatures."

Then, he looked towards Wei Mo, asking, "You chose to delve into the night mist, venture beyond the bounds of deadly lands, and never return, is that right?"

"Yes!" Wei Mo responded with a single word.

"Understandable." Ling Xu nodded.

Many had solemn expressions, some elderly folks who had heard of Wei Mo's name knew of his former tremendous strength, and wondered if he had triggered a higher level of transformation as his body was larger than before.

"Why is he standing with the Alien Species deep within the mountains?" A youth from Chixia City couldn't help but whisper to his elder.

The elder replied softly, "Lost his way, lost hope, then wandered into the endless night. Thus, among the dense mountains and vast darkness, some High-Level Creatures and mysterious Alien Species are not necessarily monsters; they were once Humans!"

Listening to this, Qin Ming also became lost in thought.

"Let's sit down and talk," said Ling Xu, the City Lord of Chixia City, gesturing invitingly.

Four beings of very different forms all sat in the snow, commencing their final negotiation.

However, people realized they could not hear their voices.

This was a confidential discussion among the upper echelons, clearly not meant for their ears, yet allowing them to quietly watch from afar was already an opportunity for them to see the world.

The scene was far from peaceful; the air thick with steaming Chixia and flowing white mist, the clothes, armor, and fur of the four beings vibrated intensely due to the terrifying forces between them.

One could even see the large Li Huamao unsheathing its sword, its red glow illuminating brightly like a rising sun from the ground.

The pure white old Weasel seemed quite angered, unable to maintain its earlier composure, tossing prayer beads with one hand and slapping the snow with the other in discontent.

Everyone was shocked, feeling the ground shake as vast amounts of snow were thrown into the air.

Many clearly saw that it was merely a light slap, not a real strike.

Yet, this certainly intensified the tense atmosphere.

Even more so, as various Alien Species in the dense forest began to howl, several terrifying High-Level Creatures emerged in the mountains.

Some stood on mountaintops watching coldly, others flapped their wings soaring into the sky to observe from above.

One insect was particularly special, so radiant that it illuminated several nearby mountain peaks, arriving at the edge of the great mountain range.

"Moon Worm!" many exclaimed.

However, opposite the mountain, powerful creatures also appeared in the night sky, with a green giant bird, glowing brilliantly, carrying a figure in a flying Feather Robe, who stared at the Moon Worm with an incredibly ethereal quality, instantly countering the terrifying aura emanating from the Moon Worm.

Visit ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com for the 𝑏est n𝘰vel reading experience.

Qin Ming watched the figure on the green giant bird, feeling a pain in his head, not because of this person, but due to the wide Feather Robe, like a bolt of lightning striking directly into his heart, splitting the dusty subconscious and allowing him to see certain images, recalling a bloody past from when he was fourteen.