Volume 1, Chapter 45: The Cornered Beast's Struggle

A warm object was placed on her belly, and Yu Kexin reached out to touch it, realizing it felt like a hot water bag.

Although Pomegranate was uncertain whether she could still successfully convey her conviction to Herakhte now that her perception of him was lost.

Li Song quietly informed of this matter in the corner, and at this moment, the candidate for this side was finally finalized.

Dozens of meters below lay a huge pool of water, and at this sight, Li Song's face revealed a look of joy.

Only then did Yu Kexin remember the bet she made with Ma Lili yesterday. Having been harmed the previous day, how could she possibly have any mind left for a wager?

He was unwilling to let the Black Rose take such risks for him again, especially after learning that the protector of the Goddess Luo was equally adept at stealth.

The grand and heavy body of the Sword Fiend Beast came crashing down heavily as well. A violent shockwave rippled through the air, visibly forming concentric circles of force that continuously expanded outward, kicking up layers of stone that rolled and churned wildly, turning the flying debris into powder like a hurricane-force gale.

As soon as this Taoist priest made his move, he directly enveloped the three Wang brothers. His flowing-cloud iron sleeves, coordinated with the Primordial Breath Art, possessed immense power.

In the time that followed, the two of them engaged in a thorough conversation, with Li Song asking questions and Niu Tailong answering.

Looking closely, one could see that within the body of the mysterious entity—which was crystal clear and laid bare at a single glance—besides the human shell constructed from blood and the pitch-black power, there was now an additional presence!

"Oh!" Hehe! I understand now. Lang Yu sneered inwardly. It went just as he had imagined. What a fine celestial aptitude—this was a very familiar term. Beating around the bush, using both intimidation and sweet talk, they were simply after his treasures.

Dividing one's focus into two tasks posed no real burden to Yuan Chen, but as the battles dragged on, he discovered that a mysterious force within the Spirit Tower was guiding him, using the killing intent generated from defeating the combat puppets to continuously influence him and expand that intent, making it increasingly difficult for him to stand alone against it.

Naturally, this remark was uttered in jest, but Ye Lan could perceive another layer of meaning hidden within it. Of course, he alone was capable of grasping the true intent behind those words.

Rin's perceptual network could no longer detect the movements of that ghost, and she prepared to hurry away from this corridor together with Ye Lan.

At this juncture, Lei Xiu had transformed into Wild Cherry, while Ye Lan drew his Walther P38; both of them were in a state of full preparation for battle.

"Are you just going to stand by and watch innocent people die in vain, one by one?" I said sternly. The anger pooled in my lungs erupted uncontrollably.

"If you don't want anything to happen to your son, stop shouting." Li Muye glanced into the vehicle. That arrow had pierced clean through the man's neck, embedding itself firmly into the cervical vertebra with a degree of force and precision that defied belief, especially relative to a child of that size.

An old man, his entire body wreathed in murky black smoke, slowly stepped out from the shadows, gripping a sharp bone staff that emanated a deeply bizarre aura.

"Did you really not let word spread? Be honest! This is not something to be taken lightly!" Old Master Liu asked repeatedly.

Yulang Qi stated, "She is the ultimate poison of this world that I refined using this cauldron. Even a single fine strand of her hair can serve as a poison needle capable of killing a colossal beast. From now on, Su Luanzi won't have to work so hard refining poisons." As she spoke, Yulang Qi cast a smiling glance, the corners of her eyes lifting as she looked across at Su Luanzi.

Mi Yao had seized the crucial point, leaving Zhao Yishan momentarily unable to find evidence to convict the Heavenly Demon King.

Regardless of circumstances, if Su-Ye could acquire a Tier-3 Energy Gun before level 30 at the very least, it would undoubtedly be a terrifying weapon.

Upon issuing this order, Kakar suddenly grew limp, as though drained of all strength. Listening to the loud cheers of the surrounding orc soldiers, his eyes were filled with exhaustion.

Although they were demonic cultivators and often absorbed the demonic essence of others to increase their cultivation, when facing an enemy camp, they would never openly commit such a cruel act in defiance of taboos. Such near-slaughter of fellow sect members was strictly prohibited.

The casino dealer wore a gloomy face as he collected the hundred taels of silver from Old Baotou and paid out a hundred taels of gold to Changkong Xingyu.

Therefore, whether it was Er Mu, San Mu, or Amir, they all understood in their hearts that the Divine Kingdom was likely facing a grim fate.

In just over a year, the Xingyu Realm had completely transitioned into an era of "certified cultivation." Mortals unable to produce identification documents were investigated as undocumented individuals.

Evening banquets always carried political undertones. Whether among the upper echelons or the grassroots, their nature remained identical; the only difference lay in their ultimate objectives.

Thus, seemingly infected by Ye Mo's "tenderness," Bai Meng clenched her pearly white teeth, and then... her stance shifted.

The first group, having just finished felling trees, sat in twos and threes on the nearby ground, drinking water from uniformly issued leather canteens.

He was originally a gloomy person, but because of her, it was like parting the smog to see the clear sky; his mood began to brighten, and he was no longer icy cold.

The next moment, the figures of Li Yiming and Shu Batian surged into action, their speeds transforming into two black streaks that collided violently.

Li Yiming was also taken aback. His kick carried a force of ten thousand catties, yet he had unexpectedly failed to block the opponent's Earth-Riving Slash.

Having Xia Yuran was enough for her; there was no need to acquire a Ghost King as well. Moreover, humans and ghosts belonged to different worlds, and a celestial master was destined to have no good outcome with a ghost. That was why Zhao Ya and the Ghost King had no future together in the past.

Meanwhile, Wumian knelt on the ground, oblivious to which direction Wuxi had departed in, weeping helplessly. Yet the blood flowing from her eye sockets—devoid of eyeballs—bore witness to Wumian's utter helplessness and grief. "My Lady, My Lady, do not do anything foolish. Wumian is not worth such a sacrifice from you."