Volume 1, Chapter 32: I’m Going to Cripple You Today

For seven consecutive days, either Captain Ma arrived today, or Doctor Li came the next. What puzzled Liu Qiaohui even more was that several village chiefs from nearby villages showed up, each carrying various items of different sizes. This year’s harvest was poor, and grain was scarce.

“I’m leaving,” Apple Yaya’s first words upon seeing them approach were these.

The allied forces were already assembled and ready to depart. Once the agreement signed by Grand Duke Belas and notarized by Archbishop Allen arrived, the remaining allied troops set out.

Of course, although Wang Yi was immensely curious, he had no intention of investigating, for that place was precisely where the mighty thunder was about to strike.

Beneath the great hall, Wang Qu greeted as usual, but unlike before, today he seemed somewhat listless and dispirited.

Behind the gourd-shaped pass, large stones were piled up on both sides. Thunder was setting explosives, waiting for the convoy to lead the dark creatures into Gourd Valley. Once the convoy withdrew, he would detonate the charges and seal off the pass.

There were tens of thousands at the Condensation Stage. In terms of power, perhaps any Daoist Sovereign could wipe them out with a single strike; however, their sheer numbers made them extremely formidable in terms of mobility.

The corpse demon steeled its heart and immediately summoned all the death energy within. Its body began to swell like a balloon. Even in death, it vowed to take them all down with it.

The lyrics were mournful and chilling, yet the queen seemed intimately familiar, her barely smiling lips contrasting sharply with the flicker in her eyes.

Some had calculated that the average speed around the Eighteen Bends was about sixteen to seventeen minutes. If someone took fifteen minutes, it meant driving at around ninety miles per hour on a steep twenty-two-kilometer mountain road—a near-suicidal feat.

That was indeed possible—after all, a martial prodigy... Yi Yun seemed to have found a reason but still felt something was amiss.

Immediately after, Ban Ming sensed his pores uncontrollably opening, greedily absorbing the energy contained within the nine-colored thunder liquid.

When he spoke, Li Yang raised an eyebrow. Others might not understand, but he knew that this Wang Qian was likely not an ordinary person.

He also witnessed that after those two unleashed their strike, they abruptly vanished.

After the last group flew into the passage, the outer battlefield had become a wasteland devoid of heaven and earth.

When the blade-like tornado whipped before him, Lu Yifan smiled faintly and gently blew a breath.

“According to Mu Hao and the others, the blockade by the Three-Eyed Divine Clan and the Spirit Artifact Clan is tightening. To reach the Wildlands, one must cross the Chaotic Magnetic Sea. It seems our plan to advance to the combined form and then visit the Five Elements Spirit Clan was a fortunate accident!” Fang Huairan sighed.

“Alright, let’s return together and discuss the plan,” the Emperor of the Vast Wilderness said, feeling it was unsafe to deliberate here. If word got out, it would spell trouble.

Qin Chuan was tempted, but he already had too many magical treasures to use. It was unnecessary to waste spirit stones, so he sold this flying sword for a high price of seventeen hundred mid-grade spirit stones, equivalent to over two hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones.

In the following months, Qin Chuan devoted himself entirely to refining artifacts. Du Xin Yue and Wang Yiyuan sent him materials from previous artifact refining competitions for reference. After expending a large amount of high-grade materials, his refining skills improved significantly.

Ye Fan seemed to be trying his best, while Qin Mengyao and Yang Xiaoting began to coordinate well with him. After a long time, Yang Xiaoting appeared to reach her limit first, leaving chances to Qin Mengyao. She then sat down, taking on a leading role to assist Ye Fan.