At last, the investigation had reached this point. They had finally obtained a piece of intelligence that could directly yield an answer, without having to keep asking layer by layer like Russian nesting dolls.
Aoko Aozaki had seen the name of the devil Mephistopheles in a book the last time she came to Faerûn. She knew that fellow was extremely fond of signing contracts with others for continuous profit, so this information was more credible than the previous ones.
There was nothing more to say. Aoko Aozaki directly took Xiao—Before Chen Zi'ang could catch his breath, the Vajra-Armed Ape let out a roar and strode forward. Its entirely golden staff left behind a faint afterimage as it swung toward Chen Zi'ang.
This was the peak time for hunting parties to head out. Countless hunting teams crowded at the city gates, leaving the city one after another under the arrangements of the guards.
All seventy-two combat techniques at once? When the hell would he ever finish learning them all?
Jones came to Monica's side, his eyes fixed intently on her.
With a cold snort, he returned to his seat and continued watching the match that followed.
At Liuyun's command, the martial artists already gathered in the outer courtyard surged toward Zhan Lai and the others like wild horses breaking free of their reins. That momentum was honestly rather... exhilarating.
The mutated desert puppet was harder to deal with than he had imagined. Its reaction speed and strength far surpassed those of ordinary desert puppets, and with power comparable to a fourth-tier dimensional creature, defeating it within ten minutes was indeed asking too much.
Let alone a seventh-star Fighter like him, even an eighth-star Fighter would be unable to withstand Ning Guchen's flaming palm strike after it erupted with second-tier beast flame