Chapter 55 Extra: The Ruthless IF Route (1)

After chewing twice, Rou Die found the texture off and immediately spat out the talisman. The explosive talisman flew through the air for a distance, its effect delayed before finally triggering.

“Leader, this is the very person we traded with before, and we never expected he would take action himself,” said a young man who appeared to be nearly thirty, trembling slightly and unable to meet the leader’s gaze as he spoke.

Earlier, Shui’er had specifically researched the reactions of people who, after practicing balance control, fell into demonic possession. She did not understand how Zhong Jin could so easily break free from the control of the balance technique.

Realm alone does not determine everything. Even someone one or two realms below Yang Jian, he could not confidently say he would defeat them. With talismans, formations, and countless other means at a cultivator’s disposal, it was not like Yang Jian who knew nothing and could only bully ordinary people.

“Stay here obediently. If Wu gave you orders, he must have witnessed this scene,” Mu Fengye said, watching as Amanoya twisted her body inside the cage, though she could never break free from the ultra-solid osmium bars.

By about nine o’clock that evening, I gathered all soldiers and capable fighters from our side.

Master Zhipu clasped his hands and chanted, “Amitabha!” With a wave, his golden staff reappeared, forming a golden light curtain under his command, protecting the righteous disciples within.

On an island in the Mingyang world, teeming with giant birds and beasts, a man suddenly opened his eyes in the grand hall atop the island’s highest peak. His yellow irises were sharp as blades, but his mouth was not human’s; instead, it bore the hooked beak of an eagle.

“The temperature over there is so high, as if right behind this wall,” Qian Cao said, stopping to touch the wall.

However, facing the frenzied fist attacks of the golden giant, the tremendous force once again sent Chen Feng flying, directly knocked back by Xuanyuan Huihuang’s punch, blood spurting from his mouth.

Soon after, a group of bandits was tied and nailed to wooden stakes by Beifuman’s men, beaten until only barely alive, left to await death.

Long ago, the Elven Empire carved out a territory around the northern ancient ruins forest and granted it to the elf vassal race, the Centaur tribe, naming it “Takal Forest.”

Liu He and Li Dan exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter. Last night, the sky nearly tore open, yet the young master of the Li family remained utterly unaware.

Wu Zhuo’s anger flared, but he suppressed it and spoke gently, “Hero, you flatter me. I’m just passing through. If I offend you, I’ll leave right away.” With that, he turned to leave.

The clerk smiled and nodded repeatedly, then helped unload the dozen or so “bodies” from the camel’s back. When they found some still breathing faintly, everyone’s lips curled upward—but their eyes were strangely eerie.

One stone stirred a thousand ripples; a series of doubts flooded Wu Feng’s mind, leaving him overwhelmed.

Inside the grand hall, three candidates sat in the center, flanked by rows of elders, while various sects watched the spectacle below.

Beyond beauty, her aura was unique—elegant, mysterious, solemn yet graceful—embodying nearly every trait a man could dream of.

After a day’s toil, Wu Feng sat cross-legged as usual to begin cultivation when a lean man entered.

This time, they reached the near side of the moon through that beam of light, which was why they saw Linqiu. Ling Yunfeng seemed to have reached an understanding but then grew even more confused.

“Your Majesty… I am from the Thirty-Three Heavens, the highest realm of the Three Realms. Where does this black cloud come from?” Taibai Jinxing trembled as he looked at the uneasy Emperor Haotian. It seemed this had happened before—when Satan rebelled against Heaven. Could those mad demons have returned?

To date, our forces have annihilated all hostile armed groups within Xinjiang, fully securing the region. Preliminary statistics show over 50,000 enemy killed, wounded, or captured; 30 enemy tanks destroyed; 70 enemy aircraft shot down; and a large quantity of military supplies seized.

A dense volley of arrows and a stampede of furious horses sought to overwhelm by numbers. The eight thousand Cao soldiers from four camps were defeated one by one before they could display their strength, fleeing in disarray.

Those who could not be saved accepted the harsh reality. Fortunately, with Oceanic Company’s advanced technology, the survivors held on to several territories, ensuring relative safety for now. Newly developed biochemical medicines also offered fresh hope.

The convoy passed quietly through Boston’s city center toward the outskirts. As the psychics approached their headquarters, Xing Yang drew ever closer to his ultimate goal.

Cao Ren and Cao Hong exchanged glances, each sensing the other’s reluctance. Yet they both agreed with Li Dian’s reasoning. For a moment, neither brother voiced an opinion. Cao Hong excelled in martial prowess but knew he could not defeat Ma Chao, so he truly had no suggestion.

The black copper bell also fell into the Left Protector’s hands. Zhang Zilong and Satan had fought to this point; if he did not want his true body to burn, he had no chance of interfering with their battle.

The Three Pure Ones had already communicated with Zhang Zilong through low tones. Otherwise, with their temperaments, they would never have come under Zhang’s obviously commanding attitude.

Suddenly, a shout arose from the enemy ranks. Zhang Ziqiang glanced over to see Peng Lin, that sneaky man, emerging from nowhere, glaring at him with clenched teeth.

Then the bodyguard took a long stride forward, leapt high with momentum, and threw a punch at Mu Xiaofeng.

Moreover, straw could be twisted into ropes for binding and carrying things. Before plastic bags became widespread, this method was both convenient and environmentally friendly.