Volume One, Chapter 71: The Time Left for Us Is Running Out

“Yes, I realize my mistake.” Lan Wan’er acknowledged her impatience, lowered her head, and followed the old man outside.

Meanwhile, Daiki Mitsumura, driven by curiosity, untied the burlap sack. From what was peeking out, it seemed to be a road sign. But what exactly was inside?

Boom! In an instant, the earth beneath the first bronze coffin turned into a black void—utter nothingness, with no existence, no laws, nothing at all, as if it were the primordial chaos before the world began.

“Well, since we’ve seen it, let’s just leave it at that.” With these words, Zi Yaqing walked into the room, and as soon as Xu Shiyu saw her go in, she quickly followed.

Shells exploded chaotically throughout the building, ricocheting through corridors and rooms, thick smoke rapidly filling every space.

“Then just tell me! How do I press it? I’ll do it for you!” Bing Ruo couldn’t even understand what sort of mood made her say such a thing.

The main door was half open, and the deathly aura seeping from within was unsettling. Not a single imperial soldier could be found nearby—they had likely all been ordered to charge us just moments ago, and now the entire force had been wiped out.

At that thought, I was overwhelmed with joy. Once a person loses their optimal state of mind, it directly impacts their actions and performance. I remember someone once said: with a good mindset comes a good state.

“Is it finally about to begin?” The old man, clad in a trench coat and gripping a skull-topped staff, gazed at the turbulent sky and murmured to himself.

Ruan Qiuhao couldn’t bear it any longer, and with a wave of his hand, led several of his men away. Little did he expect that after advancing just two hundred meters, he would see the corpses of the Four Martial Kings, already cold and stiff.

The next morning, Li Rulong had completely forgotten about the blueprints on his desk. At dawn, he went straight to the training grounds to oversee the soldiers’ drills.

Some people are afraid of having their blood drawn—watching that deep red liquid flow from their veins through a transparent tube, it’s as if they’re witnessing their life ebb away. Of course, drawing a moderate amount doesn’t harm the body; in fact, it can be beneficial.

But this left the command center in a tight spot; unable to contact Cao Yue or Butterfly, they had no way of keeping abreast of the situation in real time.

The two returned to the hotel and retreated to their respective rooms. Wen Xinyao lingered in her room for a while before heading out—she was ready to set her plan in motion.

Yet in chaotic times like these, everyone understood what the absence of food truly meant. It was a suffering beyond human endurance, indescribable in words—only those who had endured it could comprehend its agony.

“The Chinese food here is quite good,” Cao Yue remarked sincerely on the way back.

Her delicate features were so refined they looked painted, her bright eyes and red lips forming a face almost too beautiful to behold.

Just from his words, he might have sounded arrogant, but if you heard Ye Chu speak these words face to face, you would never feel there was anything amiss.

In the end, everyone accepted Gao Fei’s proposal and unanimously named him leader of the alliance. First, he was powerful, and second, it was he who had suggested the alliance in the first place. There could be no other candidate.

On the evening news, the male anchor spoke fluent Mandarin. The footage showed Chinese and Russian leaders—likely at a military district, with soldiers nearby and the wind whipping through the Mediterranean.

Perhaps out of guilt, as soon as Chen Yuan’er mentioned her mother, Chen Beiwang’s heart would soften and he would never press her further.

These past days, Feng Yun had truly stirred these waters, making everyone realize just how formidable he was.

At this point, are you still shielding him? Are you or are you not still the Ninth Princess of the Crystal Palace?” Eighteenth Brother demanded coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figures of Xiao Yueyi and Jun Wushuang appeared before the two Kōga.

No sooner had he spoken than Gu Liufeng darted forward, with Shen Shiyun and her companion following without pause.

“No, I was just joking, Grandpa, don’t take it seriously.” Xiao Yueyi glanced at Tian Yuanfeng, slumped on the ground, a cold light flashing in her eyes before she turned to Xiao Muyun with a smile.

The sudden voice startled all three thousand members of the Crimson Flame Army. Instinctively, they turned toward the source of the sound.

Snow Princess was stunned by the scene. Under her incredulous gaze, Xiao Yueyi slowly turned around.

Not only him, but the other five were also aghast, each with mouths agape, staring at Chen Tian in disbelief, a hint of dread flickering in their eyes.

“Catch!” As soon as Zhou Yang spoke, 360 in the sky unhesitatingly took off his watch and tossed it over.

Gu Zhao truly harbored no ulterior motives; Lin Zhiqin was merely a star from his past dreams. If he had wanted to pursue her, he would have done so already—why would they still be just friends?

Yao forced a bitter smile. How could he not recognize that heart-wrenching feeling?

It was like drinking poison to quench thirst. Knowing full well Gu Zhao’s background in Tiandu, yet still causing a stir at Fangshan and even feigning an alliance with him—it was clear Tong Chaoyun was too obsessed with the position of Mining Bureau Chief.

Elsewhere, two types of barbaric runes were fiercely tearing at each other, the shockwaves from their collision terrifying enough to shake the heavens and sink into the darkest depths, sending chills down the spine of all who witnessed it.

It was hard to imagine such a bizarre and “worldly” family existing in the cultivation world—yet they were full of warmth and harmony.

Almost simultaneously, six air-cooled heavy machine guns opened fire. Even the sturdy concrete pillbox couldn’t withstand such concentrated firepower. In less than half a minute, the concrete and the blood-soaked veterans hiding behind it had been reduced to a heap of debris.

Li Feng swept away his gloom. For now, he had nothing to do but find a place to wait—the moving energy points would eventually present themselves.