Chapter 78: Three Captured Together

At the same moment, elsewhere.

Fang Zhiyin was awakened by a strange phone call. The voice on the other end, clearly distorted by a voice changer, told her, "Come out for a moment, your husband has been taken away."

What?!

Still groggy, Fang Zhiyin instantly snapped awake at the words "your husband has been taken away." She hurriedly dressed and rushed outside.

Suddenly, a car stopped in front of hers, several people jumped out, and the driver—already bribed—had unlocked the doors. Everything happened so quickly that she had no time to react; she saw the car door open from the outside, and someone dragged her inside.

...Just as Qin Tian had said at that moment, the demon of the Dark Clan, a being with only a remnant soul, suffered injuries a hundred or a thousand times worse than when he possessed a physical body. It was by no means an empty boast.

"Director Fan, three cameras—place one here, set another on the bridge. Hang one on the crane. That should be enough!" Han Qiming marveled, having previously worked on television dramas; it was his first time seeing such a lavish production crew.

The flying beam of light halted before the wall of fire. The dark hurricane unleashed its full force to cut, but the beam still could not breach the flames' protective barrier.

Seeing the old village chief's face now, far paler than usual, Old Zhang and the others dared say no more. With aching hearts, they could only take their leave.

Ji Han felt no sympathy, for he knew that it was either him or himself, and he just happened to be the lucky one.

After training with the "Infernal Golden Pill," Wang Lang's inner energy and vital essence were nearly depleted. He had greatly underestimated the mutated Nine-Leaved Red Flower's medicinal power, exhausting all his blood and internal strength, and even his vitality was almost gone—like a lamp sputtering out.

Just as he was fretting over how to secure a private cabin, a voice from one drew his attention.

After two consecutive box office hits, the third film was selling well overseas. At that moment, Fan Zhiyuan was as impossible to ignore as a firefly at night.

Meanwhile, the Stone Man and Amumu knocked out the True Eye, oblivious to the fact that their every move was still being watched.

"You... you say it, I'll agree to anything." Gu Xin's cheeks flushed as she replied with a trembling voice, secretly relieved, her eyes filled with an alluring charm.

"Who said I would go back on my word? I, Zhuobu, am a man of honor. Once I give my word, it's unbreakable. How could I possibly renege?" Zhuobu looked angry, feeling that Wu Nan's words were the greatest insult to his character.

His once-black pupils had unknowingly turned blood-red, and the drooping gaze carried a strange, unsettling aura.

"Who are these people? Such a grand entrance!" Xia Dongqing had met the Shadow God before, whose presence was impressive but not so ostentatious.

"This is a long story. Why are you here?" Lin Chen walked over, asking though he already knew the answer.

Of course, it was not for school. He had often skipped class before, and now it was even less likely.

Suddenly, the beams of light within each sect began to tremble violently, then retracted in a burst of brilliance! At that moment, all eyes turned to the spectacle. They knew—the summoning ritual was finally complete! The avatar of the god had descended! Earth's chances of victory had increased a bit more!

The serious look in those crimson eyes left Lily Luka unable even to think of lying or deceiving.

"After these days of fighting, what are your thoughts?" Deliberately making her footsteps heavier, Ling Fengyu finally caught her attention. When she turned around, she found confusion in those green eyes.

Now, not only Wang An and Lin Xian were caught in this muddy affair, but Qing Wu had waded in as well, making it hard for him to speak.

By the pillow, the pale blue floral patterns on her hairband shimmered softly, echoing the sakura glow from the amethyst on the bracelet Lin Fengyu had given her.

Meanwhile, the disciples of Guang Chengzi and others from the Chan Sect lacked the patience of Master Xuandu; their expressions were laid bare—some gritting their teeth, some furious, some fearful, but most simply unable to accept the truth.