The morning light completely dispelled the gloom over the towns.
With Koyuki's death, the spores lurking inside the patients rapidly withered as well, gradually being cleared away by their immune and circulatory systems.
Even those who had not used Shinobu Kocho's suppressant were no longer in danger of dying.
Some of the more seriously ill patients still needed time to recuperate.
But overall, the deadly threat hanging over the towns had been eliminated.
At that moment.
"The Yu Family I mentioned?" Su Muchen raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curling her lips. If she remembered correctly, this thing had been tipped out of Raorao's handbag?
"Thank you, Meng Hui," Mo Yang said. His sudden thanks caught Meng Hui off guard, leaving Meng Hui somewhat at a loss.
For a time, the God Clan was boycotted by the entire Three Thousand Worlds, but things could not go on like this forever.
The vortex of its Blood Flood Dragon was marked by the threat of death; it dared not be careless, yet wanted to confront the martial world.
Yun Mu felt that this girl was simply too terrifying. She kept wanting to send him to the hospital at the slightest provocation. She was simply too terrifying.
Having narrowly survived the shock wave, the Seventh Company abandoned its heavy defensive equipment, switched entirely to an advancing formation, and retreated toward the Second Defense Circle.
Relying on their powerful bodies, these Mutated Spirit Corpses held a considerable advantage over the Immortal Sword Hall's martial artists, and that advantage gradually grew as time passed.
Warmhearted and not particularly scheming, the person recounted what had happened a day earlier in response to L's questions.
"No!!!" Ying Huo shouted, charging recklessly with Feng Yingsheng toward the spot where Jinghong had fallen.
An ordinary person would have turned