Chapter 124: The Expansion of War, Emperor Li

While Qiao Jia was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape, the zombie army from Lingxiao City finally arrived at Giant Wood City.

Su Lin returned as well, bringing with her the creatures under her command and a vast quantity of crystal cores. The talent and intellect of this child were truly startling. Leading a group of little more than a hundred, she had faced a million-strong zombie army head-on and returned with only minor injuries.

"Their main force did not appear."

The wounded Su Lin drank the concoction Su Xiaoran had specially prepared for her. He believed that killing was wrong and that wanton slaughter of the innocent would only invite negative influences, ultimately leading to a decline in his own fortune.

Many people felt that the comment in the chat stream was being needlessly argumentative. If someone wants to perform a certain act, they should be free to follow their own preferences; how could one possibly leap to such an absurd conclusion?

They eventually turned their gaze toward the wine flagon, assuming it was the one speaking and believing it to be the incarnation of a river deity.

Seeing him remain motionless, Lin Sheng gave a cold scoff, thinking to himself that this man was nothing special and wondering why Lin Wan would ever fancy someone like him.

Gu Xiaoxiao leaned in, exhaled a breath, and handed him another cup of wine, her eyes concealing a profound coldness.

Lin Chen swiftly recalled the minute details of his past life. After a short while of sifting through the memories and discarding a great deal of useless information, he finally remembered where he had heard of this Mad Thunder Sect.

The two combatants were still locked in a fierce exchange, their figures darting about like tigers descending from a mountain—their momentum was ferocious and their speed astonishing.

Naifu’s attitude left Lu Ming in utter disbelief; it insisted that Lu Ming fight the giant elephant in single combat, forbidding the scarecrow from offering any assistance.

"What?" Old Lady Su dropped her hands from her waist, blinked, and stared at Su Qingling, completely bewildered.

Pei Sijie looked at Gu Xiaoxiao’s face, wishing she had a knife to carve it to shreds.

Consequently, Old Mr. Finch immediately donated one hundred million to the school’s exhibition hall, and later, through sheer financial force, pushed his son to be by Lin Yi’s side.

"Fine!" Gu Xiayang glanced at his watch. "Then we’ll meet at the same coffee shop at ten," he suggested after a moment’s thought.

Seeing the shadow preparing to strike again, Zhang Yang hurriedly retreated, holding his staff in front of him in a defensive stance.

Although she could not taste anything in the porridge, it at least gave her some strength—this was her goal. She had to eat even if she didn't want to. She had been swallowing her pride for Lin Weiwei all this time; she never expected Lin Weiwei to act in such a manner.

Ye Li of the Sand Demon tribe shyly rubbed his clothes, his face flushing with two spots of red born of embarrassment.

After throwing a series of heavy blows, Xia Ye felt exhausted and winded. Just as he was contemplating easing his offensive, Lu Lingxi’s shout reached his ears.

The servants were thrown into a panic; none dared to touch Yu Hong anymore and quickly dialed for emergency services. Then they called Lin Qisheng, but no one answered despite repeated attempts.

Watson’s had been receiving a massive volume of such inquiries over the past two days. The sales clerks were on the verge of tears, yet they had to maintain their composure and repeatedly explain that this was not a new product from their store. Watching the customers leave one by one in disappointment, the clerks, while feeling helpless, quickly reported these market reactions to their superiors.

Wei Tao glanced at Li Hao. Seeing Li Hao nod at him, he made a gesture to the camera on the ceiling.

"Erfu..." Xue Yuanhao’s expression was complex. After all, Liu Erfu had once been his most capable subordinate, though he possessed a host of bad habits.

At the critical moment, Dalanta caught the dagger with his short sword. Seeing that the situation had turned against him, the assassin did not linger and turned to flee.

Without realizing it, Ning Yue turned his gaze toward the distance, toward where the passage had once been. He let out a long sigh, a look of determination appearing in his eyes, and his body flew toward that spot.

"Fortune Orbs," he also possessed them, though they were usually only used when one had an epiphany in their cultivation, or, if one lacked such an epiphany, to stimulate one. Generally, the latter usually ended in failure.

The world was stained with a new color: red. The silver moon in the sky was also enveloped by blood, becoming a desolate moon. All the blood transformed by the Demon race followed the crimson lines in the air to wrap around the old moon, turning it into a new one. This desolate moon was the very sight Lu Yun had seen when he first arrived in this world.

The hall was filled with discussion. Lord Yuchi looked at everyone, seeing mostly nods; it appeared that the majority leaned toward what Lord Sima had said.

Having eaten a haphazard meal at the inn, Yi Hang became even more determined to find the Soul-Summoning Key. Without it, the resurrected Snow Demon Legion would only ravage further, and the scene he would witness then would be a hundred or a thousand times more tragic than this.

To end this absurd conflict, negotiations would not solve the problem unless Wang Wei were willing to make huge concessions, but he would not.

"Haha, Sovereign, please continue. There is none left; the Emperor Soul came from the void, and the Saint King Soul is fresh from the forge," Yin Jiuyou laughed twice and continued to close his eyes and meditate with Chun Yangzi. Red Luo would come again tomorrow, and they had to prepare to imprint the soul seal.

"Brother Li, all the bears are dead. It seems we won’t be able to complete the mission." Cang Jianlong scanned the battlefield; that patch of flesh and blood was becoming even more blurred.

Upon seeing this message, Ning Yue finally set his mind at ease and no longer held anything back. However, the hundreds of millions of miles of road still felt somewhat distant to him.

Clouds rolled and unfurled as they traveled across the boundless azure sky; steep cliffs severed Hengbai Mountain from the outside world and the Emperor’s capital.

The other four contestants of the Obastar team crossed their arms and sneered; no one knew the power of Captain Mogley’s Steel Snake better than they did.

Occasionally, she thought of how the true energy within Yi Mochen’s body remained chaotic, yet it would return to normal in an instant.