Chapter 45

After countless brutal battles, the Gray Iron had seen both victory and defeat, yet it had always survived, a testament to its formidable strength.

But that wasn’t all. With a final, powerful kick, Lu Yao sent the Pus Beast flying. The Flaming Dart pierced through the beast’s body, then shot out and automatically returned to Xin Nan’s hand.

The figure wore a soft pink gauze dress, bearing an eighty percent resemblance to the Chang’e dancing within the Void Mirror.

If those two had truly reached a higher level of cultivation, who could say how they might flaunt their power before him?

Hidden beside Anli and Nemu, Shaliye used the “Character Level Insight” skill on them, relaying their levels back to Ximu.

Xu Fu watched as Xiao Boran seemed to be speaking to Pangu, but lacking cultivation himself, he had no idea what was being said.

Lu Yao crossed his arms, exuding a calm and leisurely demeanor, hardly the impression of someone there to interrogate a prisoner.

The dealer wore a fawning smile, his eyes fixed intently on Zhang Wanlin, fearful of incurring the man’s wrath.

Concentrating all his spiritual energy into the blade, the Flame Emperor wielded the Asura Inferno Halberd, charging into the raging flames toward the ancient ultimate demon beast.

In the recently concluded match, Kobe scored 21 points, 14 of which came in the final quarter.

The young lizard landed, its limbs gripping the ground, claws scraping the earth with a hissing sound as visible white smoke curled from the contact.

Before arriving today, Meng Jun had already steeled himself for a cold reception, so hearing those words was not surprising. Just as he was about to take his leave, a voice came from outside the flower hall.

A sudden voice echoed in her mind, causing Jialu Luo’s eyes to brighten with surprise. “How do I save?” she asked inwardly.

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The deeper into the forest they ventured, the stronger the beasts they encountered. These were not all creatures of the True Qi realm; many belonged to the Yin-Yang realm.

“Brother! Yang Yixue truly has no spiritual power due to injuries sustained in childhood. Do you know her?” Unexpectedly, Teng Han was acquainted with Yang Yixue, which immediately put Er Dong Xiangxue on alert.

Within minutes, Yang Mi and Dilireba still had not returned, but Fu Luo’s phone began to vibrate.

Cold winds howled through the forest, his mink cloak fluttering behind him, revealing the mercenary-style chainmail beneath, the plates shimmering faintly.

While Tianlei’s group was getting acquainted with Magellan, Hannibal, Domino, Sarudes, Sati, and the prison beast—managers overseeing the city’s advance—entered as well.

“Situation has changed. Everyone enter the Reverse Seal Gate. Wish my lord success!” A barbarian god bellowed and flashed into the Reverse Seal Gate. Seeing this, the others wasted no time and charged in at full speed.

“That’s better,” Jiang Wuming replied calmly, understanding what truly mattered.

“I need not introduce Tong En; you have met already,” Ji Siming said, turning to Tong En.

Tong En nodded, pulling fifty thousand yuan from her handbag—recently withdrawn from the bank—and handed it to the duty nurse.

Halfway through the run, I was already gasping for breath, and my wound seemed to be bleeding again, but none of that could deter my eagerness to see Yu Chengfei immediately.

Watching Muxi Feng’s departing figure and glancing at the three pills in my hand, Zhou the Mad’s eyes revealed a complex emotion. He owed Muxi Feng far too much.

“Yes, Lord Ge!” the silver-armored soldiers chorused, seizing the bandits and storming into the Divine Emperor City.

“You think this charge of rebellion won’t endanger Father’s life?!” Dai Zhang said bitterly.

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“Capture the leader first; the enemy general will taste my hammer!” Yao Tai hacked a path through, charging forward with a loud roar, swinging his twin hammers down.

Mo Longsheng fell into deep thought upon hearing this. Neither the axe’s glow nor its speed could have been unleashed by a mere True Immortal.

Holding back the sharp pain in his fingers, Shangguan Rusong forced himself to push off the ground, leaping high and executing a perfect 360-degree flip in midair, landing steadily behind a giant boulder.

By experience alone, Vander barely deduced that the portal was rigged with a limiting trap—only divine-crafted weapons or deities with immense power could enter without triggering an explosion.

But if facing warrior-type units, this spell’s effectiveness seemed quite limited.

Liu Yifei possessed three “legendary-level” combatants. The foremost among them was Serasto, a genuine legend-class warrior whose strength likely ranked first among all players—a trump card in Liu Yifei’s hand.

Farmaclay frowned, channeling soul power into his sword, which instantly transformed into a chainsaw-like weapon, slicing fiercely at Kadaria Xianheng.

Zuo had barely moved, yet two figures blocked his front, and two more stood behind Yang Mu.

Inside the upper chamber, candles flickered. Both the outer and inner doors were coated with a layer of vermilion paint, still heavy with the smell of fresh lacquer.

Meng Xiongfei outside gasped in surprise. From Zhou Dalong’s words, it seemed Zheng Yuting had already opened a branch store. He couldn’t help but sigh, thinking his cousin truly was more capable than himself.

In fact, today Mourinho’s tactics resembled those of a weaker team facing Barcelona—resolute defense, decisive counterattacks, creating trouble for the opponent.