Volume One, Chapter 47: The Wounded Are Nearing Their End!
With Xu Mo’s assurance, the old village chief was in high spirits. Throughout his life, his proudest boast was having served as village chief for three terms. Therefore, he was determined not to be outshone at the end by some young upstart from the village, who might snatch away the position.
Malong smiled. Children who have suffered hardships are easily satisfied, and this gift brought him great joy—so much so that he forgot it was his birthday. Yet his father had remembered.
In the blink of an eye, the chieftain of the Feather Clan and the last two remaining powerful warriors of their tribe found themselves trapped within the encirclement of the Sanctuary, barely holding on.
This was troubling. The enchantments sealing the stone chamber began to shatter section by section. The Violet Extreme Heavenly Flame seeped in, threading through the cracks, and the stone walls gradually melted, turning translucent. With the naked eye, the two could see the flames rising relentlessly outside.
He would not allow any mistakes at such a critical moment. He was used to anticipating every unforeseen factor; to feel secure, one must have absolute control over the situation.
“Hey, Lin Yixuan, I wonder why you walked right into a trap?” Ye Xiu asked, looking down at Lin Yixuan, who was gazing upward from the dungeon below, a smile playing on his lips.
The county town’s amenities paled in comparison to the city’s, especially in such harsh weather. I initially planned to find a hotel to stay, but after wandering through several streets, I couldn’t even spot a single light.
Wang Yi frowned, tapping incessantly on his desk, his expression growing darker by the minute.
I was so frightened that I quickly opened my eyes, only to discover that while I had been lying down, Zhang Youliang had shackled my wrists and ankles to the iron bed, then gone to retrieve my Qiankun pouch.
“What is right, and what is wrong?” Malong whispered, stepping back to evade a reckless strike from a super soldier.
The balance of battle slowly tipped in favor of the zombies. Their numbers were overwhelming, forcing the zombie hunters to fight without pause, not even having time to take a deep breath.
“True Immortal Origin”—even Mo Xuqi and the ever-watchful Jiuyang Demon Lord doubted this, and Xu Qi himself was utterly indifferent.
“You! Do you have backing? Are you trying to snatch this Founding Order from us? What exactly are your intentions?” the Undying Emperor demanded.
A Luo watched in awe as Xiao Nu’s divine sea shifted, witnessing the formation of mana as it transformed from a gaseous state into a liquid one, overwhelming her with astonishment once again.
The surrounding walls were riddled with holes, and the ground was marred by terrifying cracks.
Though Xiao Nu had heard from Xiyin that Huzi often won three consecutive matches, he never knew how this was achieved. Now he understood that continuing to challenge after a victory gave one a significant advantage.
But once lost midway, who knew where one might end up? Perhaps circling back to the start.
The invisible depths of the forest resembled a gaping maw, waiting hungrily to ensnare them.
“What!” The scarred man furrowed his brow in surprise. The power of the Heavenly Sun had failed to overwhelm the dragon vein’s essence, leaving him in a difficult predicament.
Strangely, the usually courteous Midou showed no response at all, only accelerating skyward, hurtling outward at great speed.
“You iron-headed fool! When have I ever wished harm upon Grandpa? Don’t slander me with your baseless accusations!” Tiedan immediately placed his hands on his hips, shouting at the young man.
Her father, weak and frail, could not resist the virus and transformed into a zombie, lunging to bite her and her mother.
Liang Youyou had been clinging to him for four years, trying every means to climb into his bed, but Luo Chen never allowed it. Today, when he was ready to grant her wish, she actually asked him why? Wasn't that laughable?