Volume 1, Chapter 67: Out of Control

Tang Hui woke up, and as expected, she suffered from amnesia. She only remembered that her body had been manipulated by Han Qian to enter the "Other Shore", but she completely forgot what had happened inside.

However, just like before, it seemed that someone had left a parting warning.

"Do not... trust..."

The second time was just now. Facing a unique leader like Emma, they switched to an assassination operation within cyberspace. Same soup, different medicine.

To prepare for the demanding schedule of facing Arsenal and Bayern within a single week, the coaching staff still opted for the most conservative counter-attacking strategy.

Ye Ruyan, however, coughed incessantly, trying to cough up the black fruit he had just consumed, but in vain. The fruit had melted instantly upon contact with his lips, already turning into liquid and sliding down into his stomach.

Retsu Unohana’s gentle gaze took on a subtle, different nuance as she seemed to murmur to herself.

This was also a step in Su Chen's ultimate plan: to completely transform this company into what he had originally envisioned in his heart.

The chieftains were reluctant to part with the fine wine, regretting only that they did not have more men under their command. After all, the Centaur race had long since been beaten into submission; fools who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, like Janna, were exceedingly rare.

He pushed his wind-attribute superpower to its absolute limit, transforming into a streak of sheer velocity and charging straight at the monster before anyone could react.

From time to time, he would lecture the researchers of both projects, resolving all the questions and confusions they failed to understand.

The important thing was that throughout this process, she did not stand still; instead, she continuously learned and grew.

"Then go talk to your grand-uncles and great-uncles about this. They've helped us out a lot in the past, so let them share in our good fortune this time," Old Man Li instructed with pleasant surprise.

Seeing this, Bai Miaoyin became curious. The swaying object looked somewhat like the way Maiden Wu swayed that branch in her dreams: Could there be some commonality between them?

Who would have thought that upon arrival, they all turned out to be absolute weaklings. They even claimed that Xiao Se's strength was unfathomable, causing Lin Yi to ponder for a long time, genuinely wondering if Xiao Se was some sort of hidden powerhouse.

As Dong Changnian's family member, Wu Peirong knew a thing or two about this, which was precisely why she didn't dare to call Bai Feifei.

To everyone's surprise, the other sect leaders walked over upon seeing this, each of them chiming in with words of their own. It looked as though these people were determined to bind their fates together.

Sabres and swords were ultimately not quite suited for him; only his fists could perfectly unleash his full strength.

Moreover, in the recent battle between Wang Yang and the Twin-Heart Demonic Buddha, Wang Yang had devoured the Buddha's split soul, which probably had already drawn his attention.

Hearing the mention of the Spirit Pond made him break out in a cold sweat. Although he had no idea what the Princess was up to, he vaguely sensed that things were turning ominous.

While Zhao Qiuzi kept proclaiming how much she cared for Jiang Lianyi, she was actually tearing open Jiang Lianyi's scars in broad daylight, broadcasting them to the entire world.

Turning back to Ye Shirong, he knew his own limitations best. With that previous grab, he had practically exerted every ounce of strength he possessed.

That was precisely the reaction they wanted—to make you angry! Jiang Lianyi nimbly dodged his frontal strike, her blade weaving like a lithe serpent to bypass him and attack a nearby Six-Feather assassin.

Hong Tian was not far from Desolate Planet at the moment. Although the connection between the two wasn't crystal clear, it was still strong enough to convey simple intentions.

Then she quickly turned her head away. After a moment, discovering that Yechen still kept his eyes shut with no intention of opening them, she simply stopped hiding her actions and gazed intently at Yechen's face, as if she could bloom a flower from it.

In the antique-style office, a young yet seasoned-looking man tapped his fingers rhythmically against his knee. On the middle finger of his right hand, a dark green ring gleamed with its own ethereal light, like a playful sprite.