Volume 1, Chapter 62: Movements on All Sides, Disintegration

The faceless entity seemed to be struck by a violent mental blow, freezing in place and losing all ability to act for a moment, as if turned to stone.

Song Zheng poured an entire bottle of high-grade Wood Spirit Pills, dozens of them at once, directly into his mouth. The wood spiritual energy transformed by the pills surged outward like a torrential flood. Wherever the energy passed, his meridians were forcefully dilated, and waves of intense pain flooded back into his mind.

After three days of closed-door cultivation, Song Zheng's injured right arm had long since healed completely. At this moment, he bit his finger, letting a drop of fresh blood fall onto the pair of gauntlets. The lightning arcs dancing across the gauntlets flickered for a moment before the gauntlets themselves melted directly into Song Zheng's body.

Shen Yi was no fool; he was not about to waste his precious time simply completing tasks just to acquire some worthless scrap metal. Relying on the memories in his mind, he swiftly headed toward the location where the Land Deity Token could be obtained.

However, the original black sphere had vanished, replaced by a black consciousness body with one half manifesting as Meng Niya and the other half as You Luo.

Even if Lin Lu were to die, she would die with dignity; she refused to lose face in front of her fans.

I gazed at Wang Han's slightly flushed cheeks and said with a stirring emotion, "Wife, I've missed you. I've missed you so, so much."

Fang Haiqian walked over as she spoke, marveling once again at Ye Lin's astonishing recovery speed over the past few days.

There were no villages along the coast of Frozen Bay left to pillage, and the intention of landing troops could not have been clearer: the Ironborn, thousands of miles away from home, were unwilling to drag the war out any longer. They intended to launch a coordinated assault from both land and water, crushing Ice Harbor in a single stroke and nipping the Northern fleet in the bud.

Even if he were to unleash the full might of his secret treasure right now, he knew he stood no chance against Ye Lin. Yet, fully aware that escape was impossible, he had no choice but to fight desperately to the bitter end.

She had never encountered such a situation before, nor had she ever imagined anything could trouble her so. Back at Unreturning Mountain, no one dared treat her this way because Senior Sister Yunyi was always there to shield her. But this time, it was Senior Sister Yunyi herself who had asked Shi Yi to do this; what more could she say?

Today's battle will center around the City of Shackled Gods. If we succeed in conquering it, we might press our advantage to take Hibiscus City as well. Driving the Korean players over to the Cherry Blossom City controlled by the Japanese players sounds delightful—being forced to live under another's roof is never a pleasant feeling.

After obtaining permission, Ling Qi entered the interrogation room and came face-to-face with the suspect. To her surprise, the moment the suspect clearly saw her face, their expression suddenly twisted into one of terror and fury.

Those swiftly advancing arrows suddenly lost all momentum as if they were drunk, wobbling before plummeting uselessly to the ground. As the dark elf lunged toward Roy, she was suddenly struck by an overwhelming and irresistible force, causing her to backflip several times before she could barely manage to steady her footing.

Everything around me slowed to a crawl. Unleashing the Eight Wind Blades, I leaped directly in front of the Spirit of the Sky, unleashing a torrential surge of energy that slammed violently into its body.

However, uttering those words had never been intended to make the opponent believe him, so Mo Fei naturally had no intention of pursuing the matter further.

Yet this popularity ranking was hardly objective, as sheer personal charm played a vastly influential role. In other words, who would honestly believe that a healer like Sister Milk could claim the championship crown?

Only when the snipe and the clam grapple with each other does the fisherman stand a chance to haul them both in. If two fierce tigers lock in a life-or-death struggle, regardless of who emerges victorious, anyone foolish enough to scavenge off the scraps will merely become collateral damage, reduced to a ghost lingering in the shadow of those lethal fangs and claws.

Before Elun could finish speaking, Vanessa, sitting opposite him, abruptly shot him a meaningful look. The silver-haired youth instantly fell silent, lowering his head to feign intense interest in the delicate, exquisite teacup he held.

To this moment, they still felt as though they were living in a dream. Some even pinched their own cheeks hard, testing whether any of this was real, only to wince in pain as their faces flared with stinging redness.

Thinking that Meng Tingwan simply did not know how to handle such a situation, Xu Qingyuan wore a stern expression and cast a pointed glance at Meng Tingwan: If it is inconvenient for you to step in, I can handle it for you.

Above Huo Yuhao's head, an exquisitely delicate crystal ice flower materialized—it was none other than the soul of the Eight-角 Mysterious Ice Grass.

Instead of answering, Meng Luoning suddenly snatched up her shawl, draped it across her shoulders, and then deftly slipped out of her camisole nightgown from underneath the wrap.

Su Han had clearly breached the creature's safety perimeter. Normally, for a human to cross paths with a black bear—even without drawing close—was enough to provoke a relentless hunt.

Lin Feng's heart hammered against his ribs. If his hypothesis proved correct, he would possess far more than just that microscopic shred of primordial energy.

They soared from the depths of hell into the heavens, surging toward the battlefield like a tidal wave, hurtling relentlessly at the souls guarding the infernal gates and the giants below.

Several streaks of light plummeted from the firmament, descending right at the foot of the statue of the First Angel God. Led by the Medicine Immortal Douluo, the crowd silently paid their respects to the statue.

That single sentence began to fill the hollow void within Bai Li's heart, offering an outlet to her inexpressible grievances.

"I need to take a bath; I feel all sticky and reek of sweat." Not noticing it earlier, now that she was quietly resting against Jin Chenhan's embrace, the gentle evening breezes whispering past carried away the scent of perspiration clinging to her skin. Being an absolute neat freak, she could not tolerate even the slightest trace of body odor.

Li Li believed that the absolute best course of action right now was silencing everyone—the moment he gave the order to slaughter every last member of the Holy See, every single person present would gladly help him cover it up.