Volume One, Chapter 21: Salvation from Desperation, The Path to a Counterattack
The forbidden land was filled with an air of excitement, but in the next moment, this joy was shattered by a new presence. From the depths of the forbidden area emerged a far stronger, more suffocating aura.
No one could have imagined that she was so adept at climbing trees, and she made not a single sound during her ascent.
The voice was low, husky, magnetic, tender and lingering; even knowing it was false, Nan Wan’s heart still stirred with a strange sensation.
Shen Changqing walked down the road, greeting familiar faces with a nod or a brief word as they passed.
He recalled that in the previous life, a year after the vocational university’s implementation, everything had proceeded perfectly, drawing upper-level attention and accelerating the school’s upgrade to a full-fledged undergraduate institution.
Though her eyes silently accused Lu Yiming of heartlessness, Su Rongrong still walked precisely along the edge of Lu Yiming’s bottom line.
Jiang Chengtian’s gaze never left Song Qianshi. Perhaps it was the close distance, or perhaps the intensity of his eyes, but Song Qianshi felt his stare and turned to look back.
Huo Lanchuan looked at her pitifully, resembling a stray dog abandoned on the roadside.
Fang Pingqing cleared his throat and was the first to return to the clubhouse. The other three team members and the locksmith Li Liang followed behind.
The most popular attractions were undoubtedly the two famous bridges: the Matchmaker’s Bridge and the Friendship Bridge, where crowds queued endlessly.
Though exhausted and drenched in sweat, the vendors were exhilarated; today’s earnings surpassed what they usually made in half a month.
“Boss, how could you fall for Old Third’s tricks too? Just like him, you might end up a monk, detached and aloof. You’re the only heir in your family—we’re all counting on you to carry on the lineage,” Rong Cheng said, covering his forehead in frustration, his expression a mix of exasperation and hope.
If it were an imperial artifact left behind by the Great Emperor, everyone would undoubtedly act without hesitation. Aside from a handful of immortal treasures, imperial relics were the most powerful divine artifacts in existence. Once unleashed, they commanded such overwhelming might that none dared to challenge them, lest they be utterly annihilated by residual force.
Thousands of renowned swords were destroyed in the aftermath of the battle, their spiritual essence lost. Many sword spirits were caught in the devastation, perishing and dissipating along with their blades.
On the twenty-third day of the apocalypse, Meng Heng led over a thousand soldiers, deploying an array of war vehicles: armored cars, tanks, helicopters, and more, in a grand expedition toward the Ningtai City military base, intent on destroying it to avenge the loss of their stronghold.
With Wu Fengzi no longer suppressing her from within, the formidable constitution of the Rakshasa unleashed its power. The deadly poison Wu Fengzi had left inside her was rapidly decomposing, wounds healing swiftly, and the once weary expression on her face brightened with renewed vigor.
Thus, everyone busied themselves around the surrounding mountains. They absorbed the floodwaters and then collectively sprayed rain to extinguish the fire. Before long, the flames atop several peaks were extinguished. After putting out the mountain fires, the four of them rescued the trapped villagers, bringing them up the mountains.
The next moment, just as Lin Kongxue’s divine consciousness barely touched the Phantom Demon Blade, it suddenly emitted a faint sound. Then, before even a divine pulse could register, the blade vanished from her right hand at a speed imperceptible to spirit senses.
“Brother, are we really leaving just like this?” At this moment, She Shan broke free from She Er’s grasp and repeatedly asked, her eyes filled with unwillingness.
The next instant, the soul-absorbing vortex reappeared, and the massive magical energy liquid was drawn into Lin Kongxue’s body.
The Blood Demon Patriarch’s eyes darkened slightly. This was a sign of submission. He could not resist the Three Talents of the Ancient Clan. Though his power was immense, the restrictions of the Celestial Garden’s laws prevented him from transcending the Perception Stage.
Feeling the intoxicating sensation flowing through his hand and the tender affection from Julia resting upon his chest, Ye Piao’s left hand moved involuntarily, naturally encircling Julia’s slender, smooth waist.