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Lang Yu could not clearly discern what lay within the space; only a wisp of grey vapor coiled above the head of the Old Demon King. The Volcano King dared not unleash his cultivation, yet as a mortal vessel, he could not withstand the encroachment of the demonic energy. The tragedy of his situation was all too easy to imagine.

Yet, this had happened today, right at her own doorstep. How could she not be furious?

Just then, Antares lost his balance from the previous strike and was stumbling backward, unable to evade. If those Demon-Slaying Swords were to catch up to him, he would surely be pierced through by a thousand arrows.

A heavy rain passed, and it seemed as though everything had washed away. The clouds cleared, and save for the puddles on the ground, it was as if nothing had occurred. Under the intense heat, the water would evaporate in an hour or two, leaving no trace of the recent downpour.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!" Situ Xuan let out a soft huff. He noticed one of the Zheng family servants lying near his feet, suffering miserably, and with a flick of his toe, he sent the man flying directly toward Master Wei.

Yi glanced at it and said, "Very well. Three years is indeed a long time. Let us do this: I will take you to the Snowy Realm first. After all, your time is limited. You have lived for tens of millions of years and care little for longevity, yet you still cherish fond memories." With that, he leaped several times and arrived before the Blood Spirit Wood.

A divine beast is most formidable in its true form, but to avoid damaging the environment within the city, the Great Serpent King had to fight in human form. Even so, it was effortless; a human at the Martial Monarch stage, and a decrepit old man at that, was vastly inferior to a Great Serpent King possessing the bloodline of a divine beast.

Therefore, for the sake of caution, once he learned of the mountain-protecting formation, he found a way to uncover the precise layout and tampered with the diagrams of the major arrays.

Doctor Abao adjusted his glasses, his dark, piercing eyes gazing through the lenses directly into mine. "What kind of poison is it?" he asked solemnly, his expression reflecting the gravity of a physician.

He rolled across the ground in a sorry state, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, though a deep wound was carved into his shoulder.

The Sword of Nine Heavens fell into Ye Qing’s hand. Having absorbed the power of the sword array, the blade seemed even sharper than before.

The soul-tool platform, which would allow soul beasts to create soul rings, had already been assembled thanks to the complete blueprints. In the research lab, the soul masters participating in the tests had already arrived. In this current climate, where the strength of the entire continent was rising, it was easy to find soul masters stuck at a bottleneck.

The "Sunshine Hall" was the most heavily guarded location within the Sunflower Carriage and, indeed, among all auction houses under the Eden banner.

Chu Yuanyuan immediately went to report the grievance, not forgetting to glance at Chen Junlin, as if expecting to see him make a fool of himself any moment.

Without the transformative effects of the Throne Angel’s skull, he once again reverted to his giant hound form.

But chaotic entities were different. They did not care about the cultivation realm of their opponents, nor would they utter arrogant boasts, nor would they stop to consider whether it was improper for three to attack one.

The fawning smile on Old Jin’s face transitioned from an unnatural, forced expression to something fluid, as if that sycophantic grin had grown on him from birth.

"As long as you come with me, I will give you one thousand low-grade spirit stones as a reward once the task is done," Zhuang Mengyu continued.

He had already promised a duel with the envoy of the Yan Kingdom in three days. If he spent those days recuperating, wouldn't the whole matter be delayed?

Later, I heard the sound of someone vomiting, followed by a creaking noise. I turned my head and saw that the tall flagpole had toppled over, and the master had collapsed to the ground. Seeing this, the mistress cried out and ran to his side to lift him up.

"Your Highness, Forger is dead." Mondalo looked at his companion, whose breath was fading, and whispered to Aishike.

This was only because Wang Zhan had used a technique to adjust his cultivation aura; otherwise, others would still mistake him for a practitioner in the early Foundation Establishment stage.

Zhu Kun paid no heed to such things. For the first time in countless years, he beheld the sun in the sky. The scent of freedom was truly magnificent.

In this office, which was never used for anything other than critical meetings, the lights were bright, the doors were shut tight, and the atmosphere was grave.

The moment they reached the summit of Mount Niufu, which was not particularly tall, a gentle breeze brushed against their faces, and a sense of heroism surged in the hearts of the soldiers.

"Then how did he manage to shoot Yan An? I truly cannot fathom it," Cao Xiaohui could not help but interject.

In the center of the construction site stood an unfinished building. The surrounding grounds were overgrown with weeds, making the entire area seem vast and eerie.

"Cough... it’s nothing. This is fine, I’m used to it!" Zhou Yiyao smiled gently, though her complexion seemed to pale even further.

"One day, while Hu Kuixin was away, the two of them came to our home and told me they had promised themselves to each other. Since Hua Mantian’s parents were both deceased and he was an orphan, he was willing to marry into our family. In this way, the two of us would have someone to rely on, and naturally, I agreed."

"Who are you? You cannot go in." The security guard ran out with a spiked club, blocking Zhang Ye at the school gate.

As expected, it was not long before Lei Yun was beaten to the ground, vomiting blood. Fang Li stepped onto Lei Yun’s back and stomped down hard. A series of crisp cracks echoed as all of Lei Yun’s ribs were shattered. A mouthful of blood sprayed a great distance away.

He had no choice but to run. He saw a face in the mist—a face formed by the fog itself. It was massive, larger than the entire guild hall nearby, and every detail was clearly visible: eyes, ears, nose, even the black mole on the tip of the nose, which it had deliberately marked with black mud.

A cliff thirteen thousand meters high—if there was enough manpower, it should only take a hundred years or so to complete, surely?

Cang Jianshu’s expression shifted. He had sensed the Thirty-Six Heavenly Evil Array when Cang Jianming set it up in this secret realm. He had intended to explore it slowly after the affairs of the North Sea were settled, but it seemed that would no longer be possible.