Chapter 28

Seeing his own kind within the confines of a foreign prison, Samit was moved to tears. Yet, with time pressing and the mission critical, he set aside his homesickness to recount in detail the events of the night of the rebellion.

The score climbed slowly, oscillating back and forth, with every point distilled from the grueling sweat and toil of both competitors.

Following the initial forceful clashes and reshuffling, the entire Holy City was now divided into three major factions: the Western power bloc, the Eastern power bloc, and the so-called neutral camp.

He always claimed to treat her like a brother, but in reality, whenever they were together, he couldn't help but try to take liberties.

"Hey! Li Yonghao, have you lost your mind? You know this move is useless, yet you still..." Bao Chenglong stopped mid-sentence, suddenly stunned.

Of course, this calculation was not practical; Li Yonghao’s technique and strength were far from their peak, nor would he live for 130 years. Nevertheless, it sufficiently illustrated that completing this mission would require long and arduous effort.

The birth of a newborn always brings hope to those in need. Old Madam Shangguan called it a good omen, and combined with Shangguan Ying’s impending marriage, it was a double blessing. She also hoped this joy would help dispel the illness lingering over Shangguan Yu. Merely mentioning him remained a source of deep pain for the Old Madam and, indeed, the entire Shangguan household.

Chu Cheng lowered his head, his prominent nose gently brushing against hers, his low, hoarse voice laced with a subtle, lingering tenderness.

It was as if, should Zhou Qing possess power that made even the Nether Palace wary, he could kill their members without fear, regardless of his lack of status or background.

Xia Yu left the building in low spirits, randomly finding a cold drink shop to sit and nurse a chilled beverage.

To think he was actually making threats—Zuo Qing felt a mix of amusement and frustration. It seemed one truly could not judge the character of people here by their appearance. Take Ye Yingyi just now; she had appeared so arrogant and overbearing, yet the moment she spoke directly, she had flushed a deep, shy red.

Xiao Xiong went directly to the city’s paranormal department headquarters. Upon meeting Shangguan Xue, he repeated everything he had told the inventor.

Speed and agility were the aircraft’s greatest advantages. After receiving a support signal from the mothership, these craft converged rapidly on the city center, circling and attacking around the mothership to alleviate the pressure it faced.

Resigned to her fate, she found the high heels she had discarded under a tree and prepared to head back barefoot, but the scene before her left her completely dumbfounded.

The inventor flew away into the sky. Caitlyn stood where she was, watching the inventor’s silhouette vanish into the clouds.

High above the clouds, Xiao Ni sighed for a long time; technology was truly magical. Even without being a cultivator, one could still soar through the heavens—a different kind of glory that the cultivation world could not match.

After a brief silence, the sounds of fighting from all sides began to reach their ears, signaling that a great chaos was descending. The struggle within the great hall had reached a fever pitch, with everyone plunged into a frenzied slaughter. The spring at the very center was being fought over, constantly changing hands.

Even though humanity faced survival or extinction, the Spark Project had clearly touched upon the bottom line of the Seven Great Fortresses—a line that could never be abandoned under any circumstances. Abandoning it meant relinquishing power; arms represented power, and often, power exceeded all else, even if it meant the extinction of the human race.

"Mind your own business! Who are you? Do I even know you? Just because you’re good at fighting, you think you can hit people? Call the police! Waiter, call the police!" Ruofei was truly furious; the whole thing was simply inexplicable.

The dead on the battlefield continued to pile up; in the heat of intense combat, no one considered the task of collecting bodies.

Ming Beiya’s lips curled into a wicked, seductive smile, his dark eyes seemingly filled with such allure that one could not look away.

Although An Xia had long heard of this reputation, she had still insisted on trying it for herself. Unexpectedly, it had only resulted in a great humiliation. She felt incredibly disgruntled, yet unable to voice her frustration, she let out a huff and turned to leave.

She could not walk too slowly, for she was utterly exhausted and in intense pain. Several of the larger wounds had only been sealed by Skallo’s magic; further treatment would be required upon their return.

Huang Taiji’s mind raced. He certainly would not let Dorgon risk his life alone. Dorgon was his loyal subordinate, and the Plain White Banner was his own power base. If he were to throw all the elites of the Plain White Banner into the fray, his own position would begin to waver.

"The Han people only hold the geographical advantage. Let us feign a retreat, then set an ambush on the road ahead and wait for them. Once they descend from the mountains, we will wipe them out in the ambush zone and then counterattack across the Yin Mountains," the Tatar said.

Hua Qingning had seen the scars on He Gu’s body before, but Hua Qingyu had not. Upon seeing them suddenly, she was shocked beyond measure, nearly dropping the tray in her hands.

Lin Xilan placed him on the bed and lay down beside him. The moment she did, Yuan Ruicun’s face turned bright red; this was almost the first time he had slept with someone else.

Amidst a series of sounds and billowing dust, four or five figures appeared from both the north and south, soaring through the air and stepping on the heads of others as they advanced.

The [Thought Lock] also had reserved interfaces for functions it lacked, so Wang Shui hurriedly began patching the data packets within his mind.

At this moment, Wang Jun dispatched his colonel to the Xianbei tribe to offer terms of surrender, hoping the Duan-clan Xianbei would continue to serve him.

Because the work was custom-made, prices naturally varied by grade. With the existing discounts for Mu Que members, the costs were relatively affordable for the nobility; under normal circumstances, a well-appointed washroom for a noble would cost at least several hundred taels of silver.

Yet, garrison soldiers continued to sign up enthusiastically, hoping to become one of the elite combat troops.

Those on their own side in the heat of battle were stunned: had the mage exhausted so much mental energy that he had misidentified the target?