55 Fry (Part 6)

Looking at the battle marks on the ground and the body of General Silverwhite, the cultivators were filled with shock and helplessness. Guo Kan laughed, saying that the power of this Overlord was truly fierce; from now on, he would simply go on a rampage. Zheng Jing was unaware that Ronnie had become a traitor to the Earth Alliance. After shaking off Ronnie, he would occasionally glance back over his shoulder.

According to senior sister Wu Qi, their master had ingested the Spirit Witch Pill and needed to enter seclusion for at least seventy-two days to absorb its energy. When he emerged, his strength would increase significantly, at least by one level, and with luck, even by one and a half levels.

Lu Cheng had neither medium-sized spirit gathering talismans nor time to absorb the spiritual veins, so he could only leave the veins as they were. After realizing this, Zheng Jing could no longer hold on and collapsed onto the sofa, falling into a deep sleep.

There were about a dozen tables; when everyone finally sat down, Xue Changdong took the main table while Zhao Jiabao sat three or four tables away from him.

The wild spiritual energy was filtered through the virtual realm’s barrier before projecting onto the Earth, their true location.

Yang Qiu’s moves were ruthless; the spear tip aimed straight at Zhao Tong’s throat. Relying on his youth, Zhao Tong countered with a forward flick of his long spear, colliding head-on with Yang Qiu.

He flashed forward, targeting the strongest opponent while leaving the rest to Cao Jinxing.

Ting Yuxuan shook her head vigorously, then gently turned around, hugging her knees and leaning against Mu Bai. Her eyes slowly closed, and her breathing became steady.

Noble emperor’s aura surged around Ye Qing, streaked with sharp killing intent. Shigonghu’s strength was forcibly suppressed by two tiers, now only capable of exerting power at the eighth tier.

However, many of his divine abilities were usually restrained, only manifesting in times of true crisis.

The next moment, half of her body was jolted off the horse by Ma Dian, making everyone’s hearts race.

After dinner, Akong led them to the lounge to wait; she still needed to attend to the new recruits and would join them shortly.

“Don’t misunderstand; I’m helping you remove the bullets, and since your clothes are soaked with contaminated blood, it could cause infection,” He Yunlong said awkwardly.

His spine creaked audibly, cracks appearing like dense spider webs. Purple-gold marrow seeped out, mixing with blood and soaking his robe.

Han Derang suddenly recalled a summer in Helna, the sky a vast blue, the sun scorching the earth red-hot.

At this moment, Mairuisu and others had just finished clearing two detention areas and were heading toward them.

Pain surged initially; the bone in my right arm began to slowly heat up. The more intense the pain, the higher the heat, eventually transforming into two opposing forces battling within my body.

“Who’s here?” the old man asked calmly, pondering who might visit as a guest.

Dugu Huai watched Leng Yi accompany someone to drink with a blank expression. Suddenly, he realized something; unnoticed by others, a figure cloaked in black robes vanished.

Closing his eyes, he gradually adjusted to the bright light before slowly reopening them. His eyes still shimmered with an unknown brilliance, clearer than before. Though his mind was still in chaos, he sensed he was doing something.

Pausing briefly, Ning Xiu continued, “Among the four days are the heinous crimes: assaulting or plotting the murder of grandparents, parents, spouse’s grandparents and parents, uncles, aunts, siblings, maternal grandparents, and spouse.”

Upon entering the flower hall, he saw a young man dressed in a dark blue Daoist robe bow and repeatedly congratulate him.

A beam of white light shot out straight like the legendary sword immortal’s flying sword. The cold gleam appeared suddenly, cleaving the incoming shadow in two.

Whenever Nangong Yun Yao nodded in confirmation, a designated person would carefully package the item, then follow him as he continued browsing.

Nangong Yun Yao had observed them for a while and, seeing no hostility, was extremely satisfied—after all, among them were fifteen high-level spirit cultivators.

After a brief journey together and a hurried farewell, the people in the carriage—whether the aunt, Yuan Liangtuo, or Wang Shuli—were merely passing acquaintances in Lü Shu’s life; there was no sorrow, no joy, only calm.

The lecture hall was in session; Ning Xiu, along with Tao family’s master and servant, went to listen outside.

Bing Ning’s voice calmed Wang Ling significantly, bringing him out of his bloodthirsty frenzy. He shook his head and softly apologized.

Thinking this over, Lin Yu’s mother nodded in despair, just about to agree when a sudden angry shout came from outside the door.

Seeing the puzzled looks, Jonathan realized his example might have been confusing—these people obviously had no idea what Three Kingdoms Kill was. Wang Ling and Lin Ling, who were auditing, covered their eyes in embarrassment.

What shocked him even more was that the doctor seriously nodded in agreement and then stepped aside.

In the Kunlun Palace, once the gods were seated, Yang Huangtian threw out the information brought by Dizang, instantly igniting the grand hall.

Hearing this, Li Jing understood. He tried lifting his hands and feet and, finding no problem, began to play around. Looking around and seeing no suitable weapons, he resorted to practicing a set of fist techniques.

The villa where Qiu Ai and his group lived, along with the one where old Han had lived before the apocalypse, were covered on the ground and in the air by the sprawling branches and roots of ancient pines, forming a protective barrier.