Foundation Establishment Late Stage

The two sides locked in slaughter: on one side, a decaying zombie legion, every soldier clad in rotting armor, spears raised and shields braced, arranged in orderly military formations with an imposing air; on the other, countless beasts—tigers, wolves, boars, and bears—their fangs bared in savage ferocity. Though disorderly, they surged like a flood, their momentum incomparably fierce.

No one knew how long the two sides had been fighting, yet endless armies still poured forth behind each of them.

The two armies knew no fear of death and crashed together head-on. Su Yuyang's lips trembled as his tear-filled eyes fixed on Feng Ji. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Feng Ji snatched the paper from his hand and examined it carefully.

Still, she could even handle Leng Mochen. Just how capable was she? What a pity she did not like me, or else I could learn from her.

I stopped looking toward the exit, turned around, and leaned against the railing, silently praying in my heart that he was safe and sound.

How could Cheng Shifei be someone willing to suffer a loss so easily? Just as he was about to open his mouth and curse, he heard the Young Master in Qingyi on the second floor chuckle softly and beckon for him to come up.

Su Yingmei took off the ring and put it into her bag. She had truly been careless—she had actually forgotten to remove it.

That afternoon, an imperial decree came from the palace: since Jiang Yanming had already been adopted into the Yao family, he could return to their ancestral line and would have nothing to do with the Jiang family.

"Ling Miao, did you fall asleep?" Su Yuyang gave a cold laugh, one that was unmistakably mocking.

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