Chapter 62

Facing several fierce sword gleams, Ye Zhuo showed no intention of dodging whatsoever. His long saber slashed out continuously, shattering the illusory attacks with solid force while his figure lunged forward aggressively. His objective was clear: to close the distance and engage in close-quarters combat.

Following a piercing, miserable scream, the massive white sun-tier entity collapsed heavily to the ground. Its left white claw rapidly disintegrated, turning into a pool of white powder that seeped into the earth.

The subsequent flash of movement fully demonstrated that Niu San was by no means lacking in stamina, nor was he incapable of dodging. Rather, he acted as if he had done so deliberately, which made the situation rather peculiar.

For a moment, the various early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators harbored their own suspicions, and their gazes toward the late-stage Foundation Establishment experts grew increasingly fervent.

"Draw the sword, sever the heavens!" With consecutive low murmurs, a flash of cold light burst forth, followed by a horizontal sweep that cleaved the entire blood demon's head into four large pieces. Bai Yi charged forward from the center directly toward the dazed Blood Child Chong.

After collecting his thoughts and calming his mind, Ye Zhuo raised his finger and pointed into empty air. A wisp of true essence emerged from his fingertip, and as his wrist turned, a wind-and-lightning talisman gradually took form.

"I know. I deeply regretted it afterwards, but..." Madam Zhong began to weep as she spoke.

Just as Yun Yu finished refining another roaring thunder-fire talisman and was sitting cross-legged in quiet meditation, a streak of voice-transmission talisman light suddenly entered the hall where he was secluded.

If things took a turn for the worse, he would shift the blame onto Teng Hai, though the possibility of things improving was virtually nonexistent.

The elderly white man froze slightly, pushing against Fang Jinpeng's forehead with his pipe. He looked at Zhang Yifan, somewhat irritated and presumably dissatisfied: I brought men to help you wipe out your rivals, and you actually won't let me kill them? What is the meaning of this?

A frying pan came down from behind, slamming against the man's head. The person who had been furiously wrestling just a moment before froze, then turned around in a staggered, clumsy motion. Catching sight of the blood-drenched Xia Yi behind him, he raised a finger and pointed.

It was precisely that young man he had encountered at the airport, welcomed by Yu Qingya's family, the day he returned to Huaizhou from the Pan family residence.

The two interacted like ordinary friends, untainted by the affairs of ability users or business troubles. This was what made Xia Yi feel relaxed, and over the next two days, he indeed did not visit the zoo again.

Senier instantly forgot about killing and hurried over to scoop up the scattered clones of Sangre drifting in various directions.

That evening, Xu Maochan managed to slip out and bought a carved jade grand bangle at a gold shop as a birthday gift for Jiang Bihan.

Who would come looking for him? Those suppliers? Impossible; they only contacted him privately through his uncle. His business partners? Also impossible; they would not want the Long family to know they were doing business with him behind the scenes.

If struck by the two electric serpents of Han Sanshan's "Serpent's Lightning Dance," Feng Qian would undoubtedly perish this time. Without time for second thoughts, Luo Ting instantly unleashed the "Nirvana Samsara."

Upon arrival, the sky was growing bright. Zhenrong was about to get out of the carriage when she discovered she was not the only one returning early—Lian Shiyu was being helped down from a carriage, staggering and unable to walk properly. Catching a glimpse through the window slit, Zhenrong did not step out immediately.

Thorn Beauty—a plant capable of releasing toxic gas, which can quietly induce hallucinations in people.

Waves of whistling sounds resounded frantically. At this moment, all the ballistas locked their targets onto the half-snakes. The Yunlin Army also rapidly hurled the Heaven-Rending Spears in their hands at that very moment. One could only see the sky-filling spears furiously bombarding the half-snakes.

Inside the room sat a white-haired old man in his sixties or seventies, possessing the ethereal demeanor of an otherworldly sage.

Mo Wushuang's thoughts were seen right through by Mother Zhang. Feeling it was unexciting, she vehemently denied it.

This piece of jadeite raw material should have been quite valuable; judging by the appearance of its rind, it ought to have been a remarkably good piece. Yet, the two "windows" cut open by the other party had turned out to be duds, turning what should have been an expensive piece of jadeite rough into ordinary merchandise.

During his days locked in the infirmary, figuring out how to control this power became the problem he pondered over relentlessly.

"Lunatics." The three men, deeply engaged in conversation, cast bizarre glances at Qin Tiansheng, who had interrupted their fantasies. It was inevitable that this brute had provoked public anger. Fortunately, the "kind-hearted" trio decided not to launch another assault on Qin Tian and instead resumed their discussion of their legendary grand dating master plan.

Su Wanqin suddenly burst into loud laughter, rocking back and forth. Her voice was relatively youthful, and her laughter echoed sharply through the hall.

Lu Tianyu was just about to open his mouth to tell the villagers to stay away from him when he sensed the mutant vanish for a split second, only for its figure to reappear standing in the exact same spot. Almost no one realized what had just happened.

If it were anyone else, that would be utterly impossible, but as a pillar of the mobile medical team, it was hard for Fang Jingmei not to make adjustments.

I thought about everything that had happened between Han Rong and me from the beginning until now—the photograph of Han Rong, the man driving the BMW, and the secretly taken photo from when we were last caught off guard.

His scars bore witness to his military exploits, and his triumphal banners declared his strength, which was why he was deeply valued by the sovereign. He had no need to win others over for further advancement; his achievements and prowess naturally drew people to him, flocking to his side.

The audience engaged in heated discussions, but Qin Mo's expression inside the soundproof booth looked quite calm, as if he had known about this arrangement all along.

"Sect Master Zhao, please make yourself at home. We are old friends of many years; it's just that it has been a long time since we last met!" Qingcheng Aoxue rose to her feet and said.

Hearing the shout, Xiao Yun'er did not turn her head, instead directly forming a hand seal and hurling a light talisman backward.

With so many surveillance cameras around, anyone unfamiliar with the place definitely wouldn't have avoided them all. Even if they had managed to evade the cameras, there was only one entrance and exit—how could they possibly have gotten out?

Following the placement of these two ward lamps, the vision in the Canglan team's jungle instantly became incomparably clear.