Volume 1 Chapter 116: Overseas Expert Under House Arrest

A drop of cold sweat slid down Zhao's forehead as she suddenly slammed her head against the table, clearly at the brink of collapse. Jiang Yingli seized the moment to push the fountain pen and confession letter toward her. "Only you can save him now."

After a long silence, Zhao grabbed the pen, its nib tracing a long streak of ink across the paper.

The River of the Dead, the Flower of the Other Shore, the Gate of Ghosts, the Bridge of Forgetfulness—all these marked this place as the realm of the underworld, the cycle of reincarnation of the Six Paths.

Everything has its limits. So, under Ling Feng's relentless accusations, which seemed to have no end, Yang Mei's expression grew ever more remarkable, ever more grim.

He had long known that the old man Nan Gongqing was unreliable, so whether to believe him or not required careful consideration.

"What should we do?" Beside Nie Wufeng, Qi Kangpo, the soul master in purple robes, asked helplessly.

Chen Tianming glared at her before speaking. After he finished, he glanced at the others and got up to leave.

The long sword's attack appeared restrained and steady, yet it was fierce in every way. Its rapidly vibrating tip emitted a clear, piercing whistle in the air. The moment it moved, an intense pressure swept forth, as if heralding an imminent storm.

Naturally, for the cultivators of the present primordial era, talent was indisputable—each possessed extraordinary potential. But if such abilities were placed in later generations, it would be truly astounding.

The natural food chain of the universe—birds eat insects, insects eat plants—is not wrong, but it cannot be used as a standard to judge one form of life as superior to another.

Shangguan Ye wanted to step forward and embrace him, but mindful of the occasion, he merely patted Murong Qiufeng's shoulder gently in comfort. Though he cared little for the opinions of others, he had to think of Murong Qiufeng.

From far to near, two sharp, clear sounds rang out in front of Ling Feng at that moment.

Yet, amid the fervor of the front-line assault, a squadron of fighter jets was flying low, skimming past numerous barriers.

"Freya, are you...hungry?" Gan Tianxin asked, trembling. He'd noticed since their return that Freya had been watching him with reddened eyes. For a moment, he felt she might see him as some delicious morsel.

His mind could hold nothing else now. As Feiyu ignored Yi Chenghui and tried to run past him, Yi Chenghui spoke in a low voice.

After picking up the major general who had come to support them, Inili carefully recounted everything that had happened today.

After repeated attempts, the lingering abyssal energy could finally be replaced entirely by energy from the Other Shore, making it easier for Li Huamu, who had a contract with it, to control.

Qian Zhendu was so furious he nearly choked. Eating dung would be better than swallowing bottle stoppers—at least it wouldn't leave him so "blue and mushroom-like."

Behind them, the aliens fired energy rounds at Feiyu, but every shot hit the trees.

There was nothing to be done; Wang Yan kept following him, more persistent than any king. If she stayed in their group, who knew how many misunderstandings it might cause.

Although he specialized in long-range sniping and didn't need to fight this unit head-on, which made him much less exposed to danger than the others, rest was still essential. On the battlefield, stray bullets could come from anywhere—who knew if one might find its mark.

In a brief lull, she suddenly felt a powerful force pull her, dragging her into the room.

"Is that so? That's wonderful. We can break through together—I hear it's the best way to stir up the power of heaven and earth, making absorption more effective. Thankfully we're here; otherwise, with the commotion your breakthrough causes, it would be wholly inappropriate anywhere else," Yilan nodded.