Chapter 29

"And how would you know that?" Anachronos furrowed his brows, observing the now-quiet surroundings while calculating his odds of victory should he engage the opponent.

"What is it?" Sanla asked, his eyebrows arching slightly as he watched the Hex Lord approach.

Accompanied by the brilliant radiance of the Ashbringer, the Judgment Army soldiers, having just finished the chaotic skirmish, quickly rallied. Though their numbers were negligible compared to the boundless sea of undead, they remained steadfast and full of fighting spirit, determined to battle to the death to protect the world.

Overcome by growing fear, Zhang Youyi turned on his computer, intending to investigate what exactly he had seen and why that thing was fixated on him.

"Possessed... or hypnotized...?" he wondered, climbing out of bed. Wu Xuan washed his face and headed to work.

After all, Bee Sting’s aura was far too hostile. While she was a striking beauty, her long years spent living on the edge of a blade had imbued her with an intense, murderous air. Dulei felt this was inappropriate, whereas Bailing was different—not only were they of similar age, but her temperament was also exceptional.

Su Yue picked up Qi Miao and followed Yun Yixuan to the backyard. It was quiet there, the howling from outside completely shut out, as if everything she had seen moments ago were merely an illusion.

Once the deal was struck, Lian Xujun felt physically and mentally exhausted. Her eyes betrayed a look of poverty as she viciously ignited another furnace.

Yet Wang Xu managed to maintain a composed demeanor, at least until the shadow appeared before him.

Lian Xujun didn't know what the mine in her space produced during the first year, so she stored it away; by the second year, she dedicated it exclusively to producing black iron.

Many believed that while the Moon-Essence Crystal was renowned, its reputation relied primarily on its mellow fragrance. While it did possess properties to nourish spiritual roots and solidify one's foundation, its medicinal value paled in comparison to the Nine-Yang Precious Essence, which gathered the essence of all the world's solar roots.

"Move out!" Mengmeng shouted with great vigor, leading the hundred-strong Whirl-Blade Hunter Legion toward the East Gate.

The face looked still devoid of worldly sophistication. The eyes were exceptionally large, and the baby-fat cheeks made one want to reach out and touch them.

However, seeing the state of his eldest brother’s household, combined with Bai Qian quitting her job to peddle cosmetics, he felt a certain smug satisfaction. While he harbored no malice—they were brothers, after all, and there was still affection—it was undeniable that he felt a sense of relief.

Scanning the stalls selling artifacts, robes, jewelry, and pills, Hua Qingyan immediately rushed toward a booth selling pill furnaces. The vendor was quite young, only seventeen or eighteen, sitting lazily and nodding off in a daze.

Before they could react, a head suddenly dropped to the ground, rolling away. Then, with a series of dozens of thuds, severed heads and bodies continued to slam onto the floor.

Ren Songye looked at Wu You with surprise—glancing sideways, he could only see the top of his head. Wu You was usually the most eccentric of them all, yet now he was calling Bai Yanyu’s behavior absurd... Had the world truly changed?

At 9:40 AM, Yang Yang arrived at the agreed-upon location. It was a shop just rented by "Conanest," not yet fully renovated.

"You are not an Orc? Why do you hinder us?" Orion asked. In the time it took for him to discover this warrior in red armor and finish his sentence, ten Dark Elf cavalrymen had already perished under the warrior's strange weapon.

"Too late," Chai Lang yawned, his tone flat yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"If there is good wine, why not share the joy?" A charming voice drifted over, accompanied by a waft of fragrance.

On that day, an unprecedented wave of panic flowed through the capital. Many saw such horrific scenes circulating on the internet.

Xu Qingyun’s hands formed seals, and a blinding light erupted from his entire body. A thunderous momentum rippled from his fists. Once he had gathered his strength, he struck out like a meteor, a bolt of lightning blasting into the top of the building.

"You can't do this to me, the lease doesn't expire for another half-month!" Cheng Shui could not accept this outcome.

Zhang Ming was a clever man; he knew exactly who Dai Mao was. He didn't harbor a shred of doubt regarding her certainty that Li Donghua was still alive. He pulled Luo Tie aside, cajoled him into a drinking session, suppressed the matter, and only then sent him away.

"Once? Hardly. Perhaps a divorce, or one of you might..." Halfway through, seeing Li Donghua’s face grow even darker against the backdrop of the night, he fell silent. It was the truth, though; he realized he hadn't socialized with people in a long time and his speech had become somewhat reckless.

However, just as Dai Mao had anticipated, things would not go so smoothly. Li Donghua’s ex-wife had sent so many people; how could she not stir up trouble?

Gazing steadily at Lin Xi, looking at the strange light in those eyes, Luo Yunran felt a sudden trance, a sense of familiarity welling up in her heart.

Though rejected, Principal Yu was not angry, merely regretful. If this student Cheng had come to the school, her future would surely have been limitless.

Fortunately, the Yang family had steady income throughout the seasons, so the external debts were soon paid off.

Some people watched the Mirage Tower and whispered among themselves, eyeing it curiously and pointing fingers; it was quite a lively scene.

"Mr. Paul, stay calm." Alvar was shocked and terrified. Drawing a gun in front of police was not a good idea; when officers feel their safety is threatened, the law grants them the right to self-defense.