Chapter 34

At first, those teachers were quite dismissive, but after watching the live stream, their hair stood on end. No one could discern time or direction; with every swing of the Nine Li Demon God’s weapon, hundreds, if not thousands, of warriors were claimed. These were not the spiritless mortals of the Fangguo clans, but the Yellow Emperor’s own warriors—the most elite and fierce figures under Xuanyuan’s command.

A plant root, thick as a finger, clung to the underside of the car’s bumper, swaying under the streetlamp like a green snake.

He could not be certain now whether Minami Yunko was hiding nearby or had been frightened off by the sound of gunfire. If it were the former, his current state was the most reasonable.

Running for his life, Geralt performed a sliding maneuver to reach the heavy crossbow. Taking a deep breath, he raised it, aimed at the bandits, held his breath, and fired. "Twang!" The bolt whistled through the air.

So far, among the suspects who had come from Ningbo to Shanghai, only Guo Moru’s identity had been verified; he was safe.

Of course, even such an existence would surely not act rashly or lose its mind to target multiple ordinary Calamities.

"Very well, I will go and ask." Liao Weiran walked out of the tent, mounted his warhorse, and rode toward Meng Chi’s camp thirty miles away.

"Damn it, let me go!" Guo Kai shoved Guo Rong away, pressing against his face, but it was too late; his body was already covered in the rotting flesh of the brain-eating zombie leader.

"Driver, take me to the airport." Chu Yun hailed a taxi, and as soon as it stopped, he climbed in impatiently.

Following that, more and more streetlamps emitted a series of crisp sounds, their lights extinguishing one by one until the surroundings were completely swallowed by darkness.

Wang Jin’s scheme worked perfectly. Seeing Wang Jin take Xuan Tianzong outside, Bai Mei abandoned the Haotian Mirror without hesitation, descended to save Dan Chenzi, and flew out of the Blood Cave.

Knowing that he had worked so hard only to finally take a bath, he never expected to encounter such a frustrating situation.

Despite the fact that the incident had passed several days ago, Thor still looked at Richard with a sour expression.

Compared to physical pain, the pain of the heart wounded Freya more deeply. Comparing the man before her to her own husband made Freya feel a sense of betrayal.

Later, with the Yang Corpse constitution, the ability of the Demon Eyes, the Soul Blade, and a series of other developments, along with his deepening contact with knowledge related to the Ghost City, things began to change.

Just as the call ended, two legs stretched down from above. After pausing for a few seconds as if to confirm whether the other party would fire, a person in a black uniform was seen climbing down the watchtower ladder.

Especially the man’s left arm—though concealed by his sleeve, Ye Feng always felt as if the muscles inside were twisted into a knot.

The five golden chains did not look particularly aesthetic, but once adorned upon the robe, they added a unique, wild flair.

After hanging up the phone, Lan Rui suddenly felt a sense of panic. Yu Xiao often had such uncomfortable episodes, and they were becoming increasingly frequent. He seemed physically strong, so why was he always getting sick? Lan Rui felt anxious, wishing she could sprout wings and fly back to Yu Xiao’s side immediately.

After introducing He Yu, and ignoring Feiliya’s astonished gaze and Leiqiu’s enigmatic smile, she turned around. This time she faced He Yu, though her body remained oriented toward Feiliya.

"Hey! Ning Xiao, when did you get here?" A crisp, familiar voice suddenly called out.

Counting the magazines inside, there were over twenty. That would be enough to last him a long time.

Qin Xianglin had wanted to assert his presence, but Ziyun refused to engage, like a punch landing on cotton—it had no force and only made him feel more stifled. Ziyun threw the question to the group, and they, of course, all voiced their agreement.

Seeing Ye Feng’s expression, Ahri knew he was thinking about matters related to Sivir. Deep within her golden eyes lay a trace of melancholy; she sighed silently.

"I’ll follow you. Wherever you go, I go. If you dare to give up your chance for a doctoral candidacy, how could I not dare?" Piggy said decisively.

Before the twenty taels of silver had even warmed in their hands, half of it was gone, making the hearts of Old Liu and his wife ache with every shiver. But thinking that their son’s reasoning was sound and that more silver would come in later, they endured it.

It didn't matter if it was a mad rabbit; if Wang Yi wanted to, he could even force-feed a mad lion.

Yicui froze for a moment, wanting to ask a question, but seeing the motionless Taiwei, she sighed softly, acknowledged the order, and retreated.

The "One’s Own Life Reincarnation" technique was developed under Chiyo’s personal supervision. It began one day when she saw young Sasori building two puppets in the likeness of his parents and manipulating them to hug him.

Many people could not even imagine a well that was this deep and required manual water extraction, yet it was reality.

Upon hearing Ding Bu’er’s words, Ye Shen felt a surge of emotion and became even more determined to accompany him inside. He declared grandly, casting aside any lingering desire to retreat; a man should die for one who understands him, not to mention that the two had once shared life and death as brothers.

Lu Fan shut his mouth and closed his eyes, visualizing the scene of the human-headed balloon floating toward the bar. He imagined it for a full five minutes, but the balloon never appeared.

"That's right, Brother Chen, how could Miss Wu be the murderer? Could you have made a mistake?" Hao Qian’s expression was one of absolute shock, yet he found it hard to believe Chen Yutian’s words.

She had already been driven mad by the influence of the Sword Laws, and now, with Shi Dongji driving the hall’s prohibitions, her madness became even more pronounced. Under the violent piercing of countless broken swords, she perished.

Only then did Wang Mian notice a surge of magical fluctuations coming from not far from the hospital—fluctuations that felt exceptionally intense in Springwood City, which lacked any magical elements.

Originally, the two sides were fairly evenly matched, but Ding Bu’er’s arrival was the greatest variable. Setting that aside, upon his arrival, Ding Bu’er did not choose to act immediately, but instead began to observe what the two sides were fighting over.