Chapter 58: This is Using Spark as a Shield!

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Liang Fei glanced at the pitch-dark forest on both sides of the road. "Shall we dig a pit in the woods and bury them?"
If there were a fire-element user among them, they could have incinerated the bodies to ashes with a single flame, but now?
At least, they could give these four a proper burial, right?
No one found Liang Fei’s suggestion objectionable.
After all, haven’t countless bodies been left exposed on the wasteland?
Before burying the bodies, Gu Xiaomai and Liang Fei hurriedly moved under the cover of Wan Chuncui and Yumi.
As he delved deeper into the path of treasure refining, Su Lan found everything she had witnessed that day truly astonishing.
Lin Xiaoxiao was an intelligence enhancer; though her IQ was frighteningly high, this special ability did not improve her combat power. Thus, Lu Fan was preparing to find her a defensive weapon.
The footsteps, faint yet distinct, resonated like tremors through the celestial star domains, each step striking the heart like a heavy weight.
Looking at the disheveled Mu Ya, Liang Yu merely shook his head lightly... after all, he never intended for her to understand too much of these matters.
Yang Feiyun muttered to himself, his heart filled with remorse. He had never imagined that such a mighty Tianyue Empire would fall because of him.

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Ao Xinxin suddenly thrust out her right palm, and a nearly tangible dragon claw tore through the sky, shattering the heavens and knocking down the floating boundary orb.
This was the Phantom Sea space, once a gathering place for ancient sea clan warriors, led by a mighty flood dragon, bearing dragon bloodline with terrifying and boundless strength.
On the other side, the Scarlet Cloud swordsman’s heavy sword blocked the massive waves. Despite the strength of his chaotic power, his face turned crimson with effort as the waves surged relentlessly, growing ever more powerful.
After all, his true form belonged to the Meina tribe of the Demon Clan, who were despised here; one wrong move could spark a fight.
What was most terrifying, however, was that this creature was a carnivore with an insatiable appetite for human flesh; anyone who crossed his path stood no chance of survival.
"How come I didn’t know that taking public transport had anything to do with a company’s image?" Shui Qing smiled as she walked in.
Shui Qing didn’t care whether she was called a sister or not; she felt that being this “sister” was more of a disadvantage, with no benefits to speak of.
In the moment between life and death, Candice dared not hold back; her crimson lips parted, and a crystal-clear blood core suddenly flew out — the very source of her power.
Wait a moment — this continent? Did he mean there was more than one continent in the Creation Game?
"Of course. I imagine even if I didn’t ask, Your Highness intended to reveal it today, right?" Wu Jie said calmly.
Mu Yiyi’s room was located deep within Phoenix Rest Palace, so it remained exceptionally quiet at all times; even if loud commotion occurred outside, inside it sounded like mere whispers.

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“The emperor still hasn’t arrived. Could it be that something on the continent is holding him back?” Aaron sat quietly in the secret chamber, pondering.
“I understand that!” He thought wryly — if others found out he had encountered game staff within the game, the forums would surely erupt with rumors.
The temperature was scorching; people in Lester City felt as if they were inside a blazing furnace, and some of the drier wood caught fire immediately.
Huang Xian’er was no problem — everyone knew of her existence. But the black cat was different; everyone understood it was sentient, yet no one knew it could assume human form.
Now transformed into a fierce ghost, it seemed there was a reason for this, though none knew that Madame Wang was standing just outside the mourning hall.
As long as the physical body and spiritual awareness reached a certain level, one could establish a foundation without relying on the world’s spiritual energy. Foundation-building was essentially a refining baptism for the cultivator’s body and spirit.
This was truly difficult. After all, Shan Zhao had seen it before — he was currently on Qingyun Mountain and could integrate the mountain’s aura into his sword intent; however, he had never seen the sea.