Volume 1, Chapter 32: The Disaster Victims

The Soul-Breaking Mace emitted a dense aura of demonic energy, forcing Fu Yan to proceed with caution. Straining, he pulled back the gilded bow, and golden light converged from all directions, coalescing into a shimmering golden arrow.

Crackling sounds accompanied his form as it continually expanded, reaching nearly twice a man’s height. Blood-red bone spikes sprouted from his back, his entire body a vivid crimson hue, far brighter than that of Wu Yan.

At night, Su Qi arrived at the Southern Sky Gate encampment accompanied by Fan Yu and Mo Di, while Song Lingfeng came with Yifei and Lang Fei.

Many senior disciples from Chaoyang Peak, concerned for Shen Yuanxi, also gathered here, including Ning Qingyun, who had been brought along against her will.

Already injured, the creature’s old wounds reopened and worsened, inflicted by the ant-like Lin Tianxuan in its eyes. This drove it into a berserk frenzy, determined to shred Lin Tianxuan—who dared to defy its authority—into pieces.

Southern Palace’s Beidou’s handsome face flushed, clearly recalling the past scandals he had stirred within the inner sect. He shot Shao Heng a sharp glance but said no more.

Though Pan Xiaoyun claimed to have resolved all her inner conflicts and harbored no regrets, Shao Heng was still unable to see through life and death, for death remained a profoundly painful reality to him.

Zhou Yu nodded, but his gaze had grown somewhat vacant, as if the martial artists before him were irrelevant. His concern was solely with those strange creatures.

“This is bad. If we don’t escape now, there’s no chance of survival today,” Flying Wolf’s eyes flickered wildly as his aura abruptly erupted. He shot into the sky, ignoring the Snow Wolf Mercenary Group and fleeing without a backward glance.

Lin Tianxuan’s mindset began to shift; he formally accepted his current identity at sixteen years old.

She had intended to witness today’s events but decided against it. Since it involved the Bai family, she chose to avoid the commotion.

As her words fell, an old servant sweeping the floor exerted too much force, stirring up a cloud of dust that made Baili Lan and the others cough repeatedly.

If his gaze could be wielded as a weapon, Shen Boru would surely be utterly defeated by now.

She seemed hopelessly foolish—how could such stupidity be worthy of Ke Dong’s affection? Ke Dong’s sudden confession, his abrupt declaration of love, was merely pity. At this thought, Xiao Qiyue’s heart sank with sorrow.

Wang Qiang’s expression darkened. His full-strength pull had reached at least the eighth heaven level, yet the iron chains remained immovable.

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Zhao Sen’s heart jolted. He stared fixedly at Lan Qingqing, who shook her head and left without looking back. Zhao Sen did not pursue but instead pondered her words.

A loud clang echoed as the Supreme Blazing Fire Blade was severed by the Pine Water Pattern Sword, transforming into a sea of flames. The intense heat instantly set the clothes of the Golden Core expert, Qi Tian, ablaze.

Hearing laughter, Wang Qiang scratched his head awkwardly, his gaze involuntarily falling on Yuan Meimei’s face. Then he became dazed and stunned.

The Divine Light Talismans spun, sending waves of sword intent slicing toward Li Yun’s One Yuan Star River Sacred Slash Formation. The formation’s sword light fiercely resisted the radiance of the eight Divine Light Talismans.

At this moment, the Black Tiger stared fixedly at Shi Qingyi standing on its back, growling lowly as if issuing a warning.

The second matter had to wait until his internal Hao Ran Qi and bamboo slips were restored before he could initiate another trial.

It was known that beyond biochemical mecha technology, there were also bioweapons like Tyrants and Scavengers.

Only Mo Qianxia and Wang Lin had some awareness, though not as severe as Sun Liang described. Sun Liang realized this might be a harbinger of the impending corpse tide.

Even bronze-level summoning cards, if the creatures summoned were not eliminated by Nolan, posed a threat.

Snow Child appeared dull-witted, unable to condense a shadow orb for a long time, which made Ghost Stone anxious.

The duke pondered briefly and finally gave up persuading her to return. There was a god waiting at the square; he could not keep that deity waiting too long.

Fortunately, in a drawer of the third office, he found a faintly functional micro flashlight.

He believed walking to work was not far, and since he usually drove sitting down, walking would be good exercise, so he always walked.

If he didn’t love her, why would this fool be so obvious? Who else would write to an ex-wife asking her to forget him and wishing her happiness if they truly did not care?

“No worries, no worries, I took a wrong turn and got delayed,” I said nothing about the disappeared person. Uncle Zhang, on the other hand, said only “Hungry~” and went straight to the leftover food Grandma Zhang had prepared.

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When Liu Ting was four, Liu Haiguang suffered a car accident that broke his leg, shattering any hopes of buying a car for long trips again. He spent his days drinking at home or playing mahjong and video games with the village’s idle youth.

Mu Chonghao found a comfortable position and lay down beside Dong Ling, though his hand was still numb from being pressed by her. He wanted to move it, but Dong Ling rolled over and nestled directly into his arms.

Bai Xiao nodded. At the early stage of the Tongxuan realm, though possessing some spiritual power, she lacked the finesse to cast perfect illusions.

Her body felt light and drifting, like duckweed in the rain, fragile and ready to shatter. Darkness enveloped her vision, filling her with panic and fear.

Chu Xia frowned. Why was Wen Bai here? The door behind Wen Bai was tightly closed, and who was inside was obvious without asking.

Yan Niannian’s face paled slightly. She knew that with Xiaoxiao around, Feng Guang would never disregard Lu Chen. Feng Guang valued family deeply, a truth Yan Niannian understood well.

But never mind, her son was a giant moving iceberg—no one could compare.

The journey went smoothly without incident or sound. Though long, adhering to the principle of saving money, we bought hard seats. Shortly after boarding, the alcohol’s effect lulled us to sleep again.

Today, this place should have been filled with peaceful and lively atmosphere, but now it was as silent as an ancient tomb long forgotten.

Long Mo Bai spoke with reverence, his tone tinged with a hint of rainbow-colored emotion. As He Yixing’s sister, He Yating.

Li Yanbei visited the Empire of Light for the first time, unaware of its customs and rules. Thus, in his naive confusion, he had no strong opinions.