Beyond the Barren Mountain Range, the dust gradually settled.
"This feeling..."
Lu Chuan raised his palm. Multicolored energy surged within it, radiating a pressure that made one's heart tremble.
"It seems I've touched upon some kind of boundary."
Zhu Kun stared at Lu Chuan's back, his face filled with disbelief.
"Son-in-law, your aura... has already surpassed the realm of a Nine-Star Dou Saint!"
Gu Yuan was equally shaken.
"This is that of a half-emperor..."
Blood streamed down his slashed face, but he had no time to think, because more arrows were coming.
The boys running on the field ignored the scorching heat and their dripping sweat, shouting loud slogans as their pace did not slow in the slightest.
"Whew... there's only one gate left." Li Mu's master key had a limited number of uses. Back when he had crafted it, there had been too many types of magical equipment. Aside from resurrection and teleportation equipment, he had not made many of any other single item.
Seeing the people displaced from their homes only strengthened Wen Ling's resolve to give these innocent people the ability to protect themselves.
One side was fully armed soldiers; the other, weak disaster victims. Who was stronger and who was weaker was obvious at a glance, and people believed what they saw with their own eyes.
Seeing Xia Nuannuan agree to meet him, Lu Yichuan was clearly delighted.
Unable to wash them or change them into burial clothes, they used cloth dipped in water to wipe away the bloodstains, then filled their wounds with paste made from flour. They wanted them to leave with dignity, to leave looking proper.
As Nami and Sabo were suddenly launched into the air, they could no longer hold it in and both let out heart-rending screams.
As the entire crowd