So it was all a setup.

To put it plainly, relationships between people are always built on mutual benefit; without such connections, humanity would cease to exist.

There were no special seats in the teahouse. They found an ordinary spot on the third floor, and their accompanying guards scattered themselves nearby, settling where they could keep an eye on them.

He quickly opened the battle map and saw that two teams had emerged from the northeastern and southwestern corners of the underground world. Soon, more and more unidentified interstellar warriors began entering this world, a place seething with molten lava, each employing their own method.

“Are the people in your village… suffering from amnesia?” The situation was strange, and Feng Yi dared not draw any rash conclusions.

At Six Gates headquarters, they were at the bottom, but outside, there were times when they could show off their strength. Sometimes, thinking about it, they felt content.

Yan Mo drew her Demon-Slaying Blade and glanced at the puppet struggling before her. She touched the puppet’s strings with the cold edge of her blade.

Though I didn’t understand why he said that, I nodded vigorously to please him.

No wonder I vaguely remembered that there was a time in high school when I got along well with Yun Tang, but later, things changed.

The tentacle was thick, nearly half a meter in radius. Savee leaped onto it and clung tightly. The tentacle tried to throw Savee off, swaying left and right several times, but Savee held on steadfastly.

The ritual continued deep into the night. Because Savee was too close to the beast’s massive skeleton, he dared not descend the mountain for fear of being discovered.

After leaving the fourth level of the Nine Nether Tomb, I logged off for dinner, and it was already around nine in the evening. Upon logging back in, Yang Bufan returned to the shop; today’s earnings surpassed yesterday’s, and his bank card now had an additional thirty thousand in cash.

Turning to follow Lux into the bushes, Yang Bufan felt a pang of guilt. On the top lane, the Steam Robot and the Exiled Blade Riven were already fighting Master Yi and Garen. The bottom lane was quiet for now. Yang Bufan followed Lux all the way to Blue Buff’s location, and without hesitation, began hunting monsters.

“Take—” Number One and Number Two instinctively turned their heads left and right, only to see a fiery blue blade and a white sharp edge. In the next instant, they watched as blood welled from each other’s throats, their eyes reflecting a lingering attachment and reluctance to leave the mortal world.

A pillar stood before Li Xu, with a diameter of 180 meters and a height of 9,800 meters, soaring straight into the sky. If judged solely by its appearance, it was like another Golden Staff—but not purple and gold, instead pale gold, with rainbow colors swirling around it and vaporous energy rising endlessly.

Shi Tian frowned. Was Sun Zhifang not afraid of being beaten up by her husband? Why did his gaze seem even more aggressive than before—did he have some kind of leverage?

Wu Dayong clapped the old squad leader’s shoulder hard, smiling reassuringly, as if to say, “If anything happens, I’ll handle it.”

As if responding to some signal, more and more divine soldiers followed. An entire army of three hundred thousand began to show signs of collapse.

“Third Brother, let me tell you something. Today is the annual auction day. Want to join in the excitement?” Wang Jianhao said.

Zheng Long’s room returned to tranquility, as if Li Fu had never appeared. Along with that, Zheng Long disappeared as well.

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding friction sound, the mighty pincers were forced open bit by bit. Kratos’s source of strength seemed inexhaustible; as his blood boiled ever fiercer, the power he exerted grew ever greater.

From a scientific perspective, once any animal loses all its blood, revival is impossible. I imagine that even with the wondrous physiology of the Dark Humans, without blood, could their bodies miraculously create new blood and “resurrect” themselves?

Stunned, Xu Manqing saw the three figures overflowing with immortal energy, each assuming a battle stance.

Seeing Ding Lei, everyone present was shocked. Zhao Tiezhu was no exception. It never occurred to him that Big Ox would conspire with Ding Lei to seize territory. All along, Ding Lei had always been Wild Ox’s mortal enemy.

Grabbing a napkin to wipe his mouth, Zhou Yunbin glanced at it and instantly froze in place, struck as if by lightning.

Zhao Yun didn’t get far before he ran into the ambush of Kushan’s elephant soldiers and cavalry. However, Kushan’s available forces were few, and their main cavalry was already exhausted and could not achieve the earlier strategic objectives. The two armies fell into a stalemate.

Though their offensive power was formidable, such depletion was something ordinary immortals could never withstand.

Watching as Prince Xuan Ye perished once more; watching as Jiu Rong, in order to retrieve the Enchanting Soul from Phoenix Mountain, was left battered and broken by the eight fierce beasts guarding the mountain; watching as Jiu Rong used a thousand years of cultivation to condense a Soul Renewal Body… Su Jinxi’s tears flowed uncontrollably.

Moreover, the price for the Seven Seas Flood Dragon Armor would never stop at twenty million. The Black Robed Saint and the Dwarf Saint fiercely competed up to thirty million, with no winner yet, and more bidders joining in.

Su Ranran’s once surging emotions suddenly sank. She looked up at Su Qinghan, her heart anxious.

To the surrounding students, Long Chen’s behavior appeared weak and cowardly, just as they had said. If he wasn’t scared, why wouldn’t he fight back?

East came Xu San, west came Bai Tang. The two met in the inner city, exchanged smiles, and rode together, heading straight for the palace.

A glance revealed eyes full of sinister gloom, then suddenly concealed again, leaving Yun Tianyi to wonder if it was merely his imagination.

One hotel staff member seemed intent on driving him away, but was stopped by a colleague.

Huang Rong, Guo Jing, and the others listened and were utterly bewildered. They looked at one another, at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and could only attribute it to the unlucky fate of the Quanzhen Sect, as if Heaven itself was playing a joke.

The seats atop the central platform were much less lively than yesterday, now rather desolate. Only an elder lay on a chair, eyes half-closed, as if dozing off.

Ouyang Lie slapped Zhang Shuai’s head. Zhang Shuai clutched his head and loudly protested his innocence.