Chapter Ninety-Eight: Sun Gui and Her Son Come Calling. What Are They Up To?

In the blink of an eye, two days had passed. Li Junsheng was at home, amusing his granddaughter Tiantian.

Not having a car was proving to be quite inconvenient, and Ye Fei was beginning to consider buying one. He glanced at Qi L'er, who sat quietly beside him, her head tilted as she gazed out the window in silence.

Hearing Murayame Rei's words, Shixiang involuntarily held her breath, as though her innermost secrets had been laid bare.

Around the mine, more than a dozen prison guards stood alert, armed and vigilant, their faces solemn and sharp.

The Blood Lord and the other nineteen elders finally managed to work together and break through the underground DX, creating an opening through which they escaped. Yet, each of them appeared disordered in breath, clearly having exhausted themselves.

“We can’t worry about anything else—let’s take out their artillery first!” The battle soldier pressed his lips together, a fierce, murderous gleam flashing across his somber face. He hefted his assault rifle and charged toward the fiercest point of the firefight.

She was probably calculating something, the waking Lengran guessed, then carefully put away the photograph and hurriedly uttered a brief farewell.

Back at the sect, Su Can could faintly see the storm vortex on Blue Moon Star from the ground. Yet it appeared no larger than a fingertip, and the terrifying sensation of being immersed in it was gone.

He strolled leisurely, his steps zigzagging left and right, completely evading the great sword and escaping every attack locked onto him by its aura.

“Who goes there?” the man shouted, his voice echoing across the empty grassland, reverberating before it faded.

To invest such an enormous sum at the mere sign of wind rustling through the grass—could that man on Mohashan truly be insane?

—The so-called Blessing is both a favor and the crystallization of miracles. Choosing to bestow it upon communities with whom one interacts more frequently and shares deeper trust is naturally the proper course.

Xu Hai was quite surprised—Yezi had actually pinched Liu Yue’s bottom! She had never shown such jealousy over Liu Yue being by his side, nor had she ever attacked Liu Yue physically.

Because this time had lasted a bit longer, and earlier they had glimpsed a shadow entering, Zhou Ke and Li Yi, upon waking, were both rather confused. They instinctively turned to look at Wei Wuji.

The world had been corroded, as if a bounded field had unfolded. The desolate wilderness blanketed the grasslands; decay crawled across the landscape. The ground was a chaotic mosaic of colored glass, scattered with withered plants, sinister vines, and blood-red mutant roses.

These five thousand soldiers, upon witnessing their commander slain in moments by the enemy general, instantly lost all will to fight. They dropped their weapons and begged for surrender.

While listening to Mr. Fat, Wang Sancai’s mind kept running simulations. According to Mr. Fat’s words, this Sky-Breaking Divine Beast was essentially a nuclear bomb primed to detonate at any moment.

“Too kind. You’re not bad yourself—you’re worthy to be my opponent. In that case, I’ll fight with all I’ve got.” Long Zhan was no longer as arrogant as before, though his words still brimmed with pride. He thrust his spear once more toward Pan Deran.

A dense darkness gradually gathered around Lumia; her demonic powers returned, answering the darkness in her master’s heart.

A somewhat flustered voice came through—it was Miura Yumiko, who had been talking to Ye Shan.

“Why shouldn’t I be here? Where’s Brother Guo?” Seeing the rounded curve of her hips encased in a black short skirt, Guo Guangkun’s gaze grew noticeably less restrained.