Chapter 125: Seems Like a Bit of a Loss

A box truck was parked on the side of the highway, and over a dozen men jumped out from the cab and the rear compartment, brandishing a motley assortment of weapons.

Likely drawn by the explosion of the helicopter and the thick smoke billowing from the windows of the abandoned house, they headed toward the building first.

As they drew closer, they spotted Mu Wanqing peeking out from a window, prompting a horse-faced man to let out a mocking, raucous laugh.

"This little..."

This lizard was covered from head to tail in fire-red scales, its back and tail lined with thorns, with sparks of fire escaping its nostrils with every breath.

The middle-aged man looked at Ning Feng, then voiced his final hope. Although he already believed what Ning Feng had told him, he still wanted to confirm it one last time.

Lisa, having picked up a wooden club along the way, crept silently behind An Zhicheng and raised the club, striking him on the back of the head.

After Lin Yi left, Xu Zheng did not utter a word and headed straight out. Mo Yi took a close look at the imperial decree, which had been torn in two, and was struck by terror before hastily following him out.

People are often deceived by what their eyes see; very often, what one sees is merely an illusion.

Strictly speaking, this was nothing more than a hallucination of Ye Jusheng’s; how could one feel uncomfortable within a hallucination?

Later, to counter the threat, Ling Fan entered into a contract with his eighth tenth-tier water-element beast. After a friendly exchange with the mutated creatures of the sea, he obtained the Shepherd’s Chapter and unsealed his equipment.

If it were Diana, she would have been just as ruthless as Xu Zheng. After all, they, the Frangis, were outsiders—and outsiders with hearts set on invasion.

The scene that had just unfolded was something no one would likely believe even if they were told; the phenomenon was simply too bizarre. If they hadn’t witnessed it with their own eyes, they probably wouldn’t have believed it either.

Later, the third brother also made inquiries and learned that Eagle’s Beak Cliff had indeed been attacked, and that the Poison Sting had suffered heavy losses.

Dust billowed from the direction of Hu Weiyong’s home, and one could faintly discern the glint of weapons standing in a forest-like formation.

"You may call me Black Sky; I require your assistance." The dark shadow’s voice was raspy and grating, yet it carried a soul-shaking power, as if one’s very soul would tremble slightly whenever it spoke.

A young cultivator wearing standard blue robes leaped over in a few swift bounds. He first noticed Le Yinping, who was leading the way, and then shifted his gaze to Xu Ningbing and the others behind, his eyes glazing over instantly.

By now, the blood on the corpse had been wiped clean by the family. Huiwu looked at the shattered skull and examined the body before nodding and covering the corpse once again with the quilt.

However, that mottled color felt as eerie as a black hole, more like the Eye of Heaven capable of seeing through all things in time. Staring at it for too long, the eyes seemed to vanish, leaving only two black holes that appeared exceptionally demonic.

Master Miaotong was still somewhat reluctant, but since the Sect Leader had given the order, she dared not disobey.

The Pu family, blacksmiths for generations, were experts at forging weapons. They had maintained a comfortable life through their business. But because Pu Yuan’s father believed in the Way of the Celestial Masters, and Liu Zhang intended to purge the remnants of Zhang Lu in Yizhou, Pu Yuan’s father was imprisoned and died. From then on, the Pu family was ruined, and only Pu Yuan remained to struggle on, keeping the smithy alive.

Later, the gods departed and the dragon population plummeted. The vampires launched a counteroffensive, engaging the dragons in many fierce battles, but they lost seven out of every ten.

Yet this fire spirit fruit tree was different. Observing its gnarled branches, its ancient trunk, and the charred embers on the cracked soil beneath it, one could see the thousands of years this ancient tree had endured.

Along the way, Cao Jingxiu did not show a hint of fear; he was as carefree and relaxed as if he were out on an excursion.

At this moment, Fang Lang ran toward the front, circling around several times before finally coming to a stop.