Volume 1, Chapter 45: Playing Until Empathy Set In

Doubao slumped dejectedly, sitting to one side and resting his chin in his hands. Having found no new clues and lacking Tangdou's good fortune, a sense of frustration welled up inside him.

"Brother, it's alright. Daddy didn't find anything either." Tangdou's attempt at comfort was clumsy, yet surprisingly effective. Hearing this, Doubao raised his gaze to look at Lu Tingxiao, confusion in his eyes.

Avi only smiled without making any comments. Although Vann seemed thoroughly unreliable, in Avi's heart, Vann was a very trustworthy friend; even without a reminder from him, Vann would not go around broadcasting Cos's past experience as a mercenary.

Seeing everyone coming up, Feng Wuyuan originally wanted to persuade them to turn back, considering how dangerous it was here, but then he thought that if he died, they wouldn't survive anyway, so he might as well fight it out.

Still, Jiang Jun couldn't help but feel a lingering wave of embarrassment. After all, it was he who had just claimed he would suppress his own strength, and Su Yi hadn't forced him into it. However, having already displayed his true power, backing down now was clearly out of the question. At worst, he could just defeat Su Yi first and then concede to him.

"Roar!" A strange beast leaped out from the bushes. It looked much like a lizard, but its entire body was a blazing crimson red, and its four giant paws resembled suction cups. It was chasing after the strange fish, snapping them up one by one, devouring them ravenously. The smell of blood attracted even more of these bizarre lizards, and instantly, this stretch of the woods descended into chaos.

"Between Chen Qi and medicinal pills, which one is more precious? The answer goes without saying." Li Dasui closed his eyes slightly and continued to expound profound teachings to his devout followers. Langya Wolf sat respectfully on the golden silk meditation mat closest to the Cult Leader's seat. There were three other mats nearby, but no one dared to sit on them.

Although Bai Ling was up to his neck in work and no longer paid much attention to the company's affairs, Bai Yi had gotten him a top-tier membership card for a gym and specially hired instructors to teach him both sword and saber techniques. Naturally, Bai Yi would occasionally practice alongside him.

After thinking for a moment, Fide truthfully told Heman that Vittorio was joining the mercenary troupe with capital. Of course, Fide omitted some of the details Vittorio had mentioned, leaving the listener under the impression that Vittorio had simply grown tired of being a merchant and wished to spend money to buy himself the position of deputy commander of a mercenary troupe.

However, when they saw Ye Fan disappear into that familiar inn, these trackers cursed bitterly.

Realizing this, Dieluosi increased his speed once more to fifty times the speed of sound, hurtling toward the Central City at a terrifying pace.

"Tch, locking the door and all. Zombies don't even know how to pick locks. He's so selfish, rather lock it up than let anyone else use it," Chen Li muttered under his breath, though it didn't slow down the writing in his hand.

This pavilion was built on a grand and majestic scale. Dozens of meters high and extremely spacious in the center, it was packed with people at the moment.

What manner of figures were they? Their sword hearts were as firm as monoliths. It was only because the Sword of All Living Beings was too miraculous that they had suffered such a heavy blow. Yet, after successfully withstanding it, they gradually adapted, and their strengths quickly recovered.

"Then you should get out of there, lest when we head over later, the first one to die is you," someone said.

Arrogant and boundless though he was, he possessed a clear sense of self-awareness. Setting aside the three-colored mental energy within his body, the unique properties of the Vast Divine Stabilization Bead alone were proof enough of this.

This creature was terrifyingly tall—a hundred zhang high—and its massive body was densely covered with tentacles, much like a giant octopus. At the tip of every single tentacle was a bizarre head dripping with disgusting mucus.

For so many years, the Holy Spirit Divine Fall Continent had relied on this spiritual snow to eliminate numerous crises and hidden perils from the outside. Even chaos alien races exceptionally skilled at transformation could not escape it; why should Fang Shen be able to avoid exposure?

"What on earth is going on? Is my place that great? Is this some sort of blessed geomantic treasure spot? Even if you want to find a burial place for yourselves, you don't all have to run over to my territory," Gao Feng shouted toward the newly emerged horde of evil spirits.