Seeing the innocent girl before him, Yang Chen couldn't help feeling sorry for her. But there was no choice—his combat strength was basically gone, so all he could do was feel a little guilty.
But one thing still made him frown. The shadow in his heart had disappeared, but what was this black mist?
"Since nobody objects, let's get ashore! Yu Lei, Ling Dang, Wu Yang, I'm counting on you!" The Feather Light Flying Boat vanished, and everyone from Heaven's Scar dived beneath the water and started swimming toward the shore.
"Any objections from the other committee members?" Li Baoshan asked perfunctorily. The others knew their place, of course, and all shook their heads.
For some reason, Lin Xiaohuan's eyes kept drifting toward Tie Yannan. And every time she looked at him, he was looking right back at her. Without fail.
Ye Shaoxuan headed toward the first rung of the ladder. Behind him, Gan Lun silently cheered him on. It was do or die; in an instant, that same tragic resolve he'd felt back on the ninth heaven returned.
Countless fragments of rock shot in every direction from where the beam of white light had struck, each trailing a gray tail.
The streak of spiritual power Elder Wang had launched struck Qi Ming and burst apart, sending the nearby guards flying. They hit the ground, spitting blood, and died.
"I..." Chai Zhiling was going crazy. He couldn't help wondering if Shenxing Wuji had also eaten a Tianying Fruit. Otherwise, how had he reached the Godlike stage in such a short time? And not just any ordinary Godlike stage, either?
"If they make a move, you're not to fight back. We'll wait until Hongwu and Kang Mangang send word. Right now, we need to preserve our strength, not meet force with force!" Brother Knife chimed in.
Nan Kezhan held Xiang Nianran tightly in his arms, tears glistening in his tiger-like eyes. He hadn't expected one promise to keep him waiting seven years.
"Huh? He finished the soup and then disappeared?" Ye Qinghun glanced at the empty thermos on the bedside table.
Lin Xingchen closed his eyes and began thinking about the road ahead. Perhaps one day, he would meet the so-called "self" who would bring the world to ruin. But that day was still some time away.
Behind him stood a young man in his twenties, thin and hollow-eyed. A Four-Star Mortal Pill Master badge was pinned to his chest, just like the other man's.
"Sister Qifei, I knew you were coming, but I had no idea when. I couldn't resist taking a stroll today to see what was going on. I never expected to run into you by such a coincidence!" Xiao Yanmei gave Su Qifei a big bear hug, then beamed at her.
Qi Jiaming's face twisted with fury. He leaped into the air and seized the Seven Star Demon-Suppressing Hammer hovering above, then swung it at Yun Hao, his strike brimming with murderous intent.
Though Nan Kerui's question had put him in a difficult position, after weighing things up, he still chose to give in.
Two more White-Clad Blood Droplets, one in front and one behind, raised their buzzing, spinning flying wheels and brought them down in an overhead strike. In an instant, crimson blood blotted everything out.
"Easy for you to say. You didn't run into it. If you'd been in the same situation as me, you'd probably have been even more frustrated. I'd say I'm handling it pretty well!" Kang Mangang pursed his lips.
Big Black really did have thick skin and tough bones. The Man-Eating Evil Ghost had slapped him hard, but he wasn't hurt. That didn't mean he couldn't feel the pain, though.
Gu Zhan had returned from the Devil Race. He planned to go to the Spirit Race and wipe out all their deities, too.
Seeing Chen Xiu flaunt his affection so openly, Brother Hu chuckled and secretly gave him a thumbs-up.
But if problems arose and weren't discovered and corrected in time, then the unit could never truly grow.
After splitting up the keys, there was no way they'd all agree to use them together to open the big bronze cabinet.
Yang Mi looked at Liu Sisi. A trace of jealousy and a hint of envy flickered in her eyes as she asked with feigned concern.
And later, Gu Mengzhi even thought she'd been making a fuss over nothing. She was the one who'd been dumped, so why had she come up with so many excuses for Shen Yansi?
The land in the space was circular. A hundred mu amounted to a little over 66,000 square meters, with a diameter of just over 250 meters and a circumference of more than 900 meters.
But if Lin Feiyue hadn't wanted to come along, he wouldn't have set foot in this place.
Nobody present was a fool. They all knew Brother Pei had brought Tao Xiangqiu in to trick the Golden Doll, but he immediately dumped all the blame on his own subordinate.
They had been in this world of Twilight of the Gods for ten days. The group had traveled from a lifeless desert to a highland wilderness of snow-capped mountains, wasteland, rivers, and valleys. This was where the wilderness met the grasslands, with lush water and grass and countless kinds of prey.
"Charge up again. Medium-energy attack!" The Conan's formidable defenses surprised Ke Lejia. At first, he hadn't taken the enemy flagship seriously. But when the other ship still showed no reaction after being hit by his flagship's attack, he ordered his men to raise the energy output.
"Thud." One kick, then another, then another. Zi Yan stubbornly held on, and even after she fainted, her body kept a tight, unconscious grip on Ye Hen's arm, shielding him from attack after attack. Just as she'd said, she would protect the person dearest to her, even if it cost her life.
But just as the Western Qin soldiers and the Italian soldiers were calmly organizing their defenses, something went wrong on the Hall mercenaries' side.
Ling Yong's face was etched with bitterness. He slowly turned and looked toward Daoist Yan. Fu Long sensed that something was wrong with Ling Yong and hurriedly asked, "Ling Yong, what's wrong?" Daoist Yan, standing nearby, also turned a puzzled gaze on him.
"Mission successful!" PD finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to hear Bae Seulgi's unusually realistic mooing again. Bae Seulgi really was one of a kind—she'd somehow learned to make a cow sound like a sheep. That thought flashed through PD's mind.
By then, Commander Qingmu was locked in a fierce fight with the Level Four Zombie Beast. It was impossible to tell who would win; the two were evenly matched.
Perhaps dying just like this would send him back to his own era, Bo Zhou thought. A smile unconsciously touched his lips.