121. Do Not Let That Wretch Rest Easy! (Please Subscribe to the Full Version)

Over at Zhang Meng's side.

At this moment, the expression of this wealthy young heir was far from pleasant.

After being kicked out of Su Yunjin's livestream room, he had Wang Chao use his own account to re-enter the broadcast.

To his surprise, they found that Su Yunjin was actually writing Spring Festival couplets for everyone.

Wang Chao sneered from the side, "Brother Meng, this little girl has quite some personality. She's trying to act all refined and elegant on us right here."

Wang Chao held the same disdain for Su Yunjin.

Like this...

The massive horizontal plaque bore the three large characters "Gathering Star Tower," written with powerful, iron-willed strokes that exuded a magnificent aura.

Tang Chen crashed heavily onto the ground, though fortunately his physical body was formidable enough that he only sustained minor injuries.

On this night, wave after wave of divine pattern auras erupted from the residential courtyard of the Suppress-Frontier Emperor, each of them radiating the intense aura of high-level divine pattern seeds.

"What? Shall, can you really create sockets for equipment?" Spade asked with excitement.

In the span of just over an hour, the Devouring River had already carried a massive army of warriors and divine pattern masters across. Countless individuals had also perished within its waters. The Demon Ruins were indeed fraught with danger, leaving behind vast numbers of corpses in even the most ordinary regions.

Hearing this news, Zhu Nanlian felt a jolt in her heart as well. After asking for the direction in which Haoqian had departed, she offered her farewells and left.

Although his words were not spoken loudly, every single word was delivered clearly and distinctly into the ears of everyone around him! Thus, everyone managed to forcefully suppress their inner fears and continued to gaze forward at the mountain hollow, which sounded as though it were thundering with lightning.

The battle lasted less than a minute. Dou Xianniang's troops executed a precise, lightning-fast assault. Engaging in close-quarters combat with the immense firepower of their Mauser C96 pistols, the Japanese troops were completely unable to resist. Dou Xianniang's officers and soldiers took cover along the river valley and banks, firing down from a position of superior height. Combined with the machine-gun fire blocking the valley entrance, the Japanese devils found it extremely difficult to escape.

The Helian Sect only had a few hundred members, so within such a vast Chiten Kingdom, it shouldn't be so easy to cross paths with them.

The defensive posture in the south and the encircling strategy in the north adopted by the troops of the Fifth War Zone in Xuzhou dictated that Zhang Yi's forces would be best off heading north to participate in the major battle.

There were also some medicinal herbs like glossy ganoderma and poria cocos, with some dating back over a century. However, anything older than that was practically nonexistent.

Just as he thought of this, Wang Chen suddenly felt something extra on his wrist. Upon checking, he was left speechless—it turned out to be the Creation Watch.

In the beginning, what else could provide players with a sense of security and assistance... aside from healing potions capable of rapidly and substantially restoring HP, long-lasting mana potions, and instantaneous magic attack scrolls?

Through the interstellar platform, Yang Lin learned about the effects of the divine thunder. In fact, this was an ancient cultivation method where heavenly thunder tempered the physical body, pushing it to an unimaginable realm.

People were chattering amongst themselves. Old Man Peng sat beneath a parasol, fanning himself with a banana-leaf fan, yet his face remained soaked with clearly visible beads of sweat.

Baili Rong by the stream maintained a calm demeanor, dressed entirely in white amidst shimmering yellow fireflies, giving off a dreamlike, surreal aura.

"A resident of Zhangjiacun, Guangcheng Town." The man with gold-rimmed glasses specifically emphasized this phrase—"A resident of Zhangjiacun, Guangcheng Town"—bringing his thousand-word report to a close.

"It couldn't be a metal Titan. It might just be some alchemist's metal warrior puppet!" Lilu said nervously to the red dragon upon hearing its exclamation.

In any case, all sorts of claims were circulating. Because of endless gossip and distortion through word of mouth, the stories became more and more outrageous by the end, with a credibility so low it was pitiful.

As for Ye Xilei, she slept exceptionally peacefully. Yet when she opened her eyes, she was still startled by Zetian lying on the edge of the bed. She slowly crawled out from behind Tianqing, crept quietly up to Zetian's mask, and then raised her front paw to press against it.

This immediate situation instantly caused the fifty-odd water spirits, who had been at a slight disadvantage, to perk up and surge with high morale.