Volume One, Chapter 28: In Those Years

Wait! Zheng Yi noticed how similar the black mist left behind after the ghosts perished was to the mist generated behind them. Could it be that they didn't die for nothing?

Synthesizing reports from displaced civilians across various regions and the reconnaissance cavalry, the Eastern Allied Staff estimated the main French force to be between 15,000 and 25,000 strong.

Life in the city was stable, vibrant, and orderly. The streets were so crowded with passersby that traffic was somewhat congested. Bao Bei hailed a hovering taxi and climbed inside.

Yomi, in particular, kept trying to break free from Zheng Yi’s restraint. "Hey! Do you want to get out there and be instantly vaporized?"

"You!" Misaka Mikoto was furious now. Electric sparks instantly coiled around her. Someone at Academy City had once said something similar, and without exception, they had all ended up scorched and charred by her lightning.

The Pope sat motionless on the divine dais. His true expression was unreadable, but since this scene had manifested according to his words, the instigator seemed to have yet to make any further proclamations.

Liu Yansong felt a sense of surprise. Logically, he shouldn't be too far from Zhang Xiyao—at most thirty or fifty miles away—but for some unknown reason, perhaps due to some method she had employed, he was unable to sense her presence.

"Stop doing these useless things! Who told you to provide cover!" Accelerator kicked the light shield protecting him, and the Mirror instantly felt his control over that shield vanish.

Once the confession was obtained, things became much simpler. Bao Bei left the vulture sniper to Kari, telling him to confirm if there was anything left unsaid that hadn't been squeezed out.

Struggling to get these words out, the first man’s entire face turned deep red from oxygen deprivation.

However, Ming Xuan immediately noticed that Yu Sheng, usually the most approachable of them all, ignored him entirely today, leaving Ming Xuan feeling as though he had hit a gray wall.

Murong did not call for Yu Sheng when she left this time, because she knew that even if she had, he would not have followed her immediately.

But the Inner Demon would not let Gu Yifeng have his way. A black gale suddenly struck from behind Jiuyue. Gu Yifeng hurriedly shifted positions while holding her, taking the full force of the Inner Demon’s palm strike.

Ye Yuqing put down her phone and took a deep breath, truly at a loss for what to do.

***

Next, Andy switched to another weapon: the Luminous Mage’s skill, unleashing a Dazzling Orb.

"Yuqing, there is something I must tell you." Ouyang Shanglie stepped back slightly. She would have to know sooner or later; perhaps it was better to say it now while the atmosphere was still relatively harmonious.

Mr. Zhang was the only spell-cultivator in the group, and his status had always been the highest. However, he had a good temper and none of the common prejudices spell-cultivators had against warriors. This was the first time everyone had seen him fly into such a rage, even going so far as to strike someone.

The tears of the two chief supervisors had not stopped flowing since that moment. It was only when the heaven and earth’s vital energy ceased to rain down and the blood on the ground began to converge toward the living that they finally dried their eyes.

The atmosphere remained tense. Only Chen Yun’s mournful sobbing filled the air, causing everyone to wrinkle their brows in annoyance, save for Lady Zhang, whose face was filled with helplessness.

The dull-witted zombie finally reacted, roaring as it lunged forward to block Zi Chen’s path, its sharp claws and fangs raining down viciously upon him.

"If there’s nothing else, that’s that, Ye Qingci," I said, grinding my teeth on the final three words.

Seeing Mo Yufei’s aura fading, and observing the expressions of the sect masters, prodigies, and disciples gathered around him—all of them looking forlorn and distressed—the two brothers of the True Gu Sect felt exceptionally exhilarated and delighted.

Switching platforms was indeed a significant change, but it wasn't insurmountable. Especially after this incident, she realized more clearly that she didn't want to stay any longer. Wang Tian was right: judge a person by their actions. People like Ren Shi were not suitable for long-term cooperation.

Along the way, they had not encountered any true resistance, not even a single organized military unit. It was truly incredible.

The first master of Mingyue was a Grandmaster martial artist, a peak warrior who had comprehended the Law of True Love.

"You... what are you doing?" Su Yao asked, a wave of unease rising on her face, which, while not stunningly beautiful, could certainly be called pretty.

His hollow eyes stared at this temporary resting place of the demons. A killing blow had been hidden within that gust of wind—it was his subordinate, and he was the one who had conjured that wind.

Zhao Liuru’s pretty face was flushed red. She was equally excited, her clothes soaked through just like Guo Cai’s.

***

"Could it be that you, an outsider, know more than I do?" Xue Sangui’s tone began to show resentment; he was clearly losing his patience.

Lian Xing watched the couple, neither willing to yield to the other, and truly did not know what to say.

Li Yuli asked, looking at He Qingfan’s pained expression. Her cousin had been somewhat confused since waking up; the fact that he didn't even know about this incident proved it. Now that he had a headache, he must not have recovered yet and definitely needed more rest.

After reconciling, she chatted with Xu Xiufen. Although she never mentioned what her father had done back then, she had heard fragments of it from Old Zhou.

After Jin Suyan finished speaking, she picked up the Malaysian specialties brought by Jiang Chengce and slowly walked toward the backyard of the villa.

Zhang Mengxi suddenly discovered a man had broken into her office, and she shrieked in terror.

With a soft sound, a red-and-white light sword shot out from the flame mark on Yan Yi’s forehead, and then the divine arrow was seen held firmly in her hand.

The Black King Wolf’s eyes revealed a trace of anxiety and madness. Clearly, its master must be facing some crisis; otherwise, given the Black King Wolf’s cold and ruthless nature, it would never have displayed such emotions.

Jiang Chengce, however, looked perfectly at ease, swaggering toward A Jie, who had already given him a thumbs-up.

"After Mom passed away, we two siblings had nothing left to rely on. Fortunately, a noble person appeared back then and gave us a hand," Huo Yiyang added with a sob.

"Zhao Mingze, you really called it." Han Qiming’s expression was grim. He couldn't detect any flow of fighting energy from the man. Clearly, he was a test subject from the Albrant secret technique cultivation project.