Compared with the various gold coins circulating among the nations of the Prime Material Plane, soul coins were astonishingly large. They were nearly five inches in diameter and one inch thick, forged from a dark red iron-like metal, and felt heavy in the hand.
The edges of the coins were gear-shaped, and each one was engraved with Infernal script used to imprison and torment the soul contained within.
Aoko Aozaki carefully savored the feeling echoing within her heart, yet her emotions did not stir in the slightest. Moreover, she had heard that many restless students skipped class and secretly headed toward the office, pretending to run into someone by chance.
Jian Wushuang put away the longsword in his hand, stepped through the air, and landed at the edge of the Blood River. Gazing at the surging waters flowing eastward, he let out a sigh before shifting his eyes to Sword River and Sword Island, a trace of blazing light appearing in his gaze.
Hua Ziman had never imagined that she would die like this. Everyone here would likely be unable to escape disaster. After losing so many elites again, the already teetering Blackflow Fortress would vanish, her father would never recover, and everything would come to an end.
No matter what, Zhang Yi hoped the battle here would grow larger and wipe out a few more Japanese soldiers. That would be equivalent to completing his mission of tying down the enemy and supporting the Paomazhuang Guerrilla Unit.
The court conference instantly became a marketplace. Mid- and low-ranking officials had no standing to speak, but the counselors and privy councilors all chimed in at once, throwing the entire meeting into chaos. The key was proving that this matter was true.
Brother Shan naturally understood, but he had already gone down a