Chapter 699 Attitude Towards Ants

Li An's strength was like a giant question mark, hovering in everyone's minds.The conservative faction of the First Military Base had almost deployed all its troops, hundreds upon hundreds of elites, to besiege him.But it was all in vain.He didn't resist, nor was he injured.The colorful rain continued to fall.More and more healed people came up behind Li An, wanting to seek justice for him.The Asura race weren't emotionless killers; on the contrary, in a world where physical martial arts were paramount, they were more reasonable, knew right from wrong, and possessed a greater sense of shame than ordinary realms.Because pride and shame were the heart of a martial artist.Upright and powerful strength inspired pride, but also taught one what shame was.Li An not only wasn't angry about being targeted, but instead repaid evil with kindness, using his unique Daoist techniques to heal the Asura race's greatest wound.And us?Not only were we not grateful, but we inexplicably opened fire on him.Some of the conservatives who followed Wu Zhenjun were bewildered, wondering if it was necessary to go to such extremes.The reformers, however, understood the intricacies of the situation all too well.Wu Zhenjun, relying on the support of the Asura Ancestor, planned to kill Li An on the spot.As long as he was dead, no one could stop the resurgence of the conservatives.The sound of cannon fire stimulated the senses of every soldier; they picked up their hunting spears, ready to rush to Li An's aid.Shame fueled their anger, and anger brought immense power, but as they approached the battlefield, their anger vanished, and their fighting spirit gradually cooled.Because of Li An.He stood within the Asura Burning Heaven Formation, facing the monstrous sea of ​​blood.The formation's power was immense and terrifying, tearing the heavens and earth apart.But what was Li An doing?He was drinking an ice-cold can of cola, even letting out a burp, then conjured two fries with ketchup in his right hand and stuffed them into his mouth, looking utterly satisfied.And the monstrous sea of ​​blood? He was dismantled without even being touched.Everything told these valiant Asura warriors."He seems...too in need of help?"A question.One of them swallowed hard and nodded. "It seems so."These reformist warriors who came to rescue Li An were all somewhat bewildered.Because the scene before them was too maddening.It was a sight that no one could even dream of.Faced with the encirclement, attack, and annihilation of a military base, the victim wasn't even looking; he was drinking cola and eating fries.With relish.Outrageous.On the edge.Lin Hou walked to Quan Chong's side, his expression extremely complicated. "Do you know how I feel right now?" he asked. Quan Chong frowned, replying, "I know.""It's like someone passing by a group of ants carrying food, offering to help, only to find the ants not only ungrateful but also trying to bite him. But because of a pane of glass, the ants can't touch him, and he doesn't even notice the ants trying to attack him, continuing to eat and drink as usual.""Anger, resentment, incomprehension.""Humans wouldn't feel these emotions towards ants.""But we're not ants, we're the Asura race.""But he doesn't seem human either." Quan Chong looked up at the sky. The colorful rain continued to fall, showing no sign of dissipating.The First Military Base was enormous; the dark clouds stretched as far as the eye could see.Maintaining such a massive celestial phenomenon, imbuing it with the power to cure incurable diseases, and simultaneously defending against the full onslaught of the Asura race's strongest army, while...eating fries?He's not human.He is the Heavenly Dao.Heaven is ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs.Why wasn't Li An angry at all?Because in his eyes, we were just a bunch of ants.Quan Chong felt this deeply.When he had just grabbed Li An's throat, he hadn't actually locked it; his palm hadn't touched Li An's neck, there was a thin layer of space between them.He couldn't even touch it.And no matter how much force he exerted, that thin layer of space didn't budge, like trying to smash a steel wall with a piece of wood.Especially since Li An seemed to tilt his head and look at him with a puzzled expression.As if to say.What are you doing?Is something wrong?Quan Chong's toes were already digging into the ground, his scalp tingling.Everyone who was on Li An's side had been affected by him.Like him, they were emotionless.That overwhelming, murderous power was like a large-scale children's game.But Wu Zhenjun was unwilling to give up, and continued to release his power, trying to break through Li An's defenses. As time passed, more and more people who had received the message arrived at the First Military Fortress, now open to all warriors afflicted with the blood poison.Everyone was filled with intense tension.Was there any hope?How would it be treated?Would there be too many people? Would I die before it was my turn?The journey from their hometowns to the military fortress felt incredibly long.It was a road to dignity.The spaceship carried young, regretful teenagers, middle-aged fathers, limping miners in overalls, doctors in white coats, and martial arts instructors with prosthetic arms.They were all members of the Asura race, once brave warriors, now crippled.Crippled.Because they firmly believed in the guidance of the current Asura Lord, yet they became the sacrifices of victory.No able-bodied person can truly empathize with a disabled person, but a disabled person can.The spaceship, filled with disabled people, was silent.Everyone knew why it was so quiet.For those lucky ones within the First Military Fortress, everything came too easily.A torrential rain washed away all their past humiliations.But those who hadn't yet reached the other side had no idea what the situation was like.They had their own forum for curing the blood poison, filled with incredibly skilled healing elementalists and those who, unwilling to give up, traveled throughout the myriad realms seeking a cure.For thousands of years.In that forum, once overflowing with the wishes of the disabled, posts recommending treatments dwindled, almost disappeared. Instead, there were discussions about illnesses, mutual assistance, and even entrusting one's children to others.No one discussed how to achieve a cure.Because time had long since worn away the hope in people's hearts.Of course, there were ways. For example, seeking help from high-ranking gods specializing in healing, or obtaining sacred medicines from the divine realm…But what did these things have to do with ordinary Asuras like them, as insignificant as ants?Good fortune doesn't favor ordinary people.A person's fate is determined by heaven from the moment of birth.Blood poisoning—that's destiny.An incurable disease is simply fate.Everyone had accepted this!But today, the official headquarters released such a brief message!"A cure for the blood poison has been found; all wounded soldiers can come to the First Military Base for detoxification."These words were like a bolt of lightning! A thunderbolt! Struck down on these people who had already given up hope!They were stunned, speechless, and thus, utterly silent.