Chapter 63: Dark Taboo

The Spirit Realm.
Utter chaos.
Red Moon could never have imagined that a mere remnant of the Winged Tribe, numbering barely a hundred people, could turn her Spirit Realm completely upside down.

"Where is Lin Xiehe?" Yilan Shu hovered in mid-air, a pair of huge, dazzling golden wings spread across his back. Beside him were Huang Chen and Huang Luo, both bearing black wings on their backs.
Red—

There were truly very few people left in this world who dared to break directly through a blockade line without any preparation. Once such a fierce reputation spread, any hired mercenary would have to think twice whether following such an employer meant earning money with their lives or losing their lives before they could spend it.

"Brother Liu, I..." Xia Yuyan's expression turned somewhat ugly as she raised her head in panic to look at Liu Yanrong, a trace of worry welling up in her eyes.

Dragging his heavy body, Gao Yuan left the hospital, but instead of rushing home, he dialed Bai Jie's cell phone number.

"What do you want then? Could it be you want to hire them as bodyguards?" Feng Yifeng looked at Ruan Long somewhat surprised.

Bluestone and gray bricks paved the path, with green vines climbing around Wei Qiang, lending the surroundings a rustic and ancient charm.

"..." The expressions of everyone present were far from pleasant after hearing Oberstein's words. Sacrificing the majority to save a tiny minority was hardly a decision easily accepted.

Not long after, comrades from the public security bureau arrived. After briefly understanding the situation, they took everyone to the manager's office. The one leading them was called Bureau Chief Feng, quite tall, though his attitude left much to be desired.

Wang Fan waved his hand to brush the dust off his body and tidied his hair, sending a cloud of dust billowing across the entire VIP seating area. This frightened the peerless martial experts into hurriedly waving their hands to disperse the grime, unwilling to be tainted by his bad luck.

To be able to become a high-ranking necromancer within the Scourge and accompany an avatar of the dreadlord Mal'Ganis on an important mission in Stratholme, Scharlach naturally possessed more than a few life-saving methods.

Yun Xiao nodded. "I spared you last time because you were lucky. But if you provoke the young master again, I won't let it go."

With Iman's sudden question, Cheng Xian's hand slipped, causing the spoon to drop to the ground with a crisp, clear sound.

"Fine, then this lady will ask you, what is the Primordial Incipient Talisman, and what is the Human Incipient Talisman?" Su Su clearly did not believe him and questioned him directly.

Ever since Su's mother entered the operating room, Su Mo had remained silent, shedding only tears without saying a single word.

As the bayonet pierced his flesh, Yang Kaixin could not help but let out a miserable scream. He was by no means a fool; the moment the scream left his lips, he realized the truth... These drug dealers had not killed him on the spot after catching up to him, but instead wasted their energy dragging him back. Their sole purpose was to use him as bait to lure Li Tian'er out.

A mist of light enveloped him, carrying a strange fragrance that permeated Yin Feng's body. Wherever it flowed, the flesh and blood tissue underwent changes, the most obvious sensation being an accelerated metabolism as impurities and dregs were continuously squeezed out and expelled from his body.

"If Her Highness the Radiant Princess came specifically for this, then you may return," Mu Xinghan said unceremoniously, having no desire to become overly entangled with Dongfang Jiaoyang.

Putting away her selfie stick and phone, and adjusting the black-and-white checkered shirt tied around her waist, Guo Bijie walked over with a smile, ready to help share some of the burden.

Hearing Uncle He ask such a question, he naturally agreed. Seeing Muyu's refusal, he hesitated again, deciding to leave the choice to Sister Lin herself.

Feeling his gaze, Duanmu Youning turned back to glance at him, then curved her lips into a faint, gentle smile, silently conveying the message, "I'm fine." Dongling Guyun pressed his lips together and withdrew his gaze: I have matters to attend to.

The strong young men recruited for the army squatted on the ground one by one, their eyes bloodshot and gleaming with a light known as reluctance to part.