Chapter Fifty-One

Even more terrifyingly, the charging Augite warriors approaching from the opposite side seemed completely deaf to those shrill screams. With cold and indifferent expressions, they rushed forward without a word. Only the blood dripping from the massive black swords in their hands and their armor radiated an intensely bone-chilling murderous intent.

In an instant, a heavenly disk appeared in Liu Xuan's hand, suddenly emitting an extremely brilliant white light that formed a giant blazing sun in front of him.

At this moment, only a single golden crow remained out of the original ten. Upon closer inspection, this last crow wasn't actually small, spanning a hundred zhang across. Though not small—indeed, a hundred zhang of golden radiance was more than vast enough for ordinary people, soaring from the distant edge of the sky—it was naturally very easy to mistake for the sun.

Zhuang Wangwan's body collapsed heavily to the ground. Both his left and right hands were injured, and his heart was wounded. Having entered the semi-dinosaur transformation multiple times in battle, the fatigue and trauma of this body had finally reached their absolute peak. A white plum blossom gently drifted down, and the fourth white plum blossom was delivered from his hand.

"What is going on?" Yue Changqing opened his eyes, astonished to find that the anticipated attack carried not an ounce of force.

The progression of the war was as natural as water flowing into a channel, yet increasingly out of control. Despite hundreds of twists and turns with occasional accidents interspersed, it ultimately poured into the vast ocean of a full-scale confrontation between Buddhism and Profound Wood Island.

The second and third-generation disciples of Yuxu had all gathered within the city of Xiqi, but the Jie Sect possessed overwhelming momentum after all. A direct assault would leave the immortals of the Chan Sect with virtually no chance of victory.

When he first obtained the black iron back then, Lin Yi used this sword as his natal magical treasure. Now, the sword remained unbroken; furthermore, the two halves had fused into one, and the sword spirit had awakened. Nourished by his vital energy and blood within his body for many days, this remnant sword now surpassed the original Mingkong.

However, before applying magical energy to pressure the embassy, one must first check whether there were any powerful mages lingering in its vicinity. Otherwise, being discovered by them would inevitably draw the patrol squads as well.

Li Song thought of the three major disasters in the East Sea, Southern Heaven, and Central Divine Continent that Yunxiao had just mentioned. Suddenly, his ears rang with the words spoken by the Ancestral Demon Luo to the Ancestral Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin King in the Heavenly Court just as he had broken free from his seal.

Chen Xue'er had originally wanted to step forward to lend Ye Feng a hand, but seeing the current situation before her, she had no choice but to abandon the thought and repeatedly retreated.

"How did I escape? Uh, I don't really know... I only remember that I seemed to pass out. When I woke up, that dog was gone. Maybe it left because it thought I was dead." Will shrugged. In truth, he had no clear idea what had happened, nor did he care.

Black Panther, what on earth is your goal? Can a mere game really make you treat me like this? From the bottom of my heart, I refuse to believe it, yet I truly hope that what you are doing now is sincere.

Before Hugo's voice even faded, that fellow used a bizarre movement technique to sprint wildly toward another carriage crushed by a giant boulder, and then a tremendously loud, piercing scream echoed across the battlefield.

Young Master Chen, who had consistently maintained an indifferent expression, an aloof demeanor of an ultimate expert, and an air of supreme arrogance, also furrowed his brow slightly as he gazed at the outrageously arrogant Wang Zha.

No matter what he said, Ji Momo seemed utterly fixated on the nickname "Fengfeng," refusing to change it no matter how he tried to persuade her.

In head-on combat, these powerful individuals certainly wouldn't care. Their primary fear, much like the Buddhists, was undoubtedly falling victim to a sneak attack. Otherwise, how could a mighty faction like Buddhism be instantly annihilated without leaving behind a single trace of resistance—proving that their celestial artifacts hadn't even time to be deployed?

Nan Lan, this young girl, was still looking out for him, unwilling to let him shoulder a monstrous burden for Golden Turtle Island.

"Contact the people in Yongying City to see what the current situation is," someone suggested.

Lin Feng refused to believe that this halo, transformed from a growing realm, merely possessed the function of suppressing willpower and turning it into national fortune.

Facing the fiercely menacing powerhouses of the Dark Wolf Clan charging toward him, Chu Fan struck out casually, unleashing a single palm forward.

Once matters had evolved to this point, regret was truly useless. After waking up, Dong Sheng had even contemplated ending her own life.

Huangfu Qingyou looked at Wuwei in shock, thinking to herself that there could be no one else in this world with such breathtaking shamelessness.

The very first things that met his gaze were the dropped head of Saint Listero at the intersection, his eyes still wide open in death, and the Holy Land entirely overturned, its dark underbelly completely exposed to the sunlight.

The reason the former Supreme Emperor abdicated, aside from his own willingness to step down, was largely due to the attitude of the cultivation world, which had always been one of the most crucial factors.

It was only by transforming into a copper-plated zombie that the ancestor of the Wu family managed to survive to this day, reduced to his current half-human, half-ghost appearance.

Feng Yongji had no idea what this meant, but upon hearing those two terms, the head of the Li family shuddered violently. Why on earth would those two factions send people here?

Arthur acted as a keyboard warrior once again, unleashing his Oath Shield, Spin Strike, and Holy Sword's Verdict all in one breath.

She woke up very early today as well. When the hands of the old wall clock pointed to five o'clock, she was already out of bed.

In that fleeting instant under that gaze, Tang Ao suddenly felt his breathing constrict, sensing that his life could be snuffed out at any moment.

Malfurion's voice was still echoing within the Moon Temple while the pool water inside it churned violently, roiled by a surge of fel fire.

Such a stroke of good fortune! Most ordinary citizens who read this news felt their hearts stirred, rushing to newsstands to buy a copy of the newspaper, which detailed the specific methods for entering the lottery.

To the unease of merchants needing to ship goods out to sea, the Security Army posted large character posters announcing a tax on incoming and outgoing goods. The merchants calculated that besides bribing the bailiffs and soldiers within the port, they would now have to bleed yet again. Yet, some cargo simply had to be shipped, leaving them no choice but to pay the tax with utmost reluctance.

Turning his head to look, he thought in shock: *Isn't this fucking the workout-attired guy? Why is he here? Could it be that he saved me and Fatty?* After a brief thought, he figured it must be true. Apart from him, no one else would have saved the two of them.

With a flick of his mind, he peered into the heavenly secrets and observed the evolution of time, instantly realizing how long this period of seclusion had consumed.

Right at that moment, however, the soil on the ceiling of the tunnel began to rain down continuously—it was glaringly obvious that the imperial troops were digging downward, and the squad leader immediately ordered everyone to prepare for battle.

Her judgment aligned entirely with Sylvanas's: while the undead were ultimately a threat, at present, not only did the elven kingdom fail to view the undead as a menace, but even within Lordaeron, people still held the undead in extreme contempt, dismissing them as an accidental plague.