Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Pursuit

“Huh? Yes, why? This outfit is exactly the same as the one that person was wearing, but it did look better on that handsome guy just now,” Qi Lili frowned.

“Hurry, go now, bring Shu Yiming back to me.”

“I just don't have any projects in hand right now. But if all these projects get off the ground, my own value will be...”

“Even if your companion can break free from the metal cuffs, the Giant King Spider Web I have—specifically designed to capture the most powerful demon beasts in the Forest of Intelligence—there’s no way he could ever escape from that.” As if to intensify the tension, Maradol spoke in this manner.

Shadow Fang turned back, a clear expression on his face that said, “This is my toy, don’t try to take it from me.”

“If it were you, Young Master Xue, who turned me into a prisoner, I’d rather bash my own head against the wall. But I wonder if there’s a true master behind Young Master Xue.” The moment Ma Yan saw Xue Qing, something seemed to dawn on him, making him even more curious about Shangguan Yunfei’s identity.

Zheng Fengtu, sharp-tongued as always, couldn’t help but land a heavy blow on the Red Lotus Demon Lord even while making his move.

But why, under his own command, had the zombie horde already taken over nearly a third of the city, and yet the other side still hadn’t shown themselves? Could they really remain so calm?

The sky was filled with a pink floral haze, appearing delicate and frail, yet it blocked all the sword energy that tore through the air. When the blossoms dispersed and turned into a mist of pink, that haze spread out; anyone shrouded in it would feel dazed and weakened, their strength greatly diminished.

Judging by the power of that blood-red escape light, the martial artist controlling it must be at the Azure Clarity stage—a figure capable of founding a sect in any world.

Ever since that day at the Hall of the Kidney when he encountered that mysterious man, the sword spirit had been completely silent, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Hearing Chen Wei’s words, Wang Lu and Xie Ling, still teary-eyed, leaned in for a closer look. Sure enough, though the zombie dog kept moving, all it could do was struggle helplessly. Not only could it not attack Chen Wei, who was less than a meter away, it couldn’t even lift its own head.

Divine Power: 3000! With a concentrated orb of light conjured from his own divine strength, Reinhardt obliterated a three-meter-wide concrete pillar from a hundred meters away. Evaluation: C-minus.

Feng Muzhao felt a pang of sympathy and patted her own purse. She never carried much money when going out, just a ten-tael gold ingot and a few high-grade spirit stones for cultivation. So she searched out the most pitiful-looking elderly woman, her hair already white.

Lin Xuan picked up the paper flying sword and held it before him. The leaves, like skewered morsels on a barbecue stick, all stuck to the sword.

The two-horned beast glared with all four eyes, murderous intent surging around him. Suddenly, a flash of red light erupted, gathering at the tips of his horns, where scarlet lightning began to crackle.

After dodging his attack, the wild boar immediately counterattacked, green light flickering beneath its hooves as it charged with a speed no less than his own. Its two sharp tusks shone with a golden light, like spears thrusting straight at Lotta.

That simple syllable was like a demonic echo to Du Ziyuan, instantly bringing back the terror of being eliminated upon landing.

There was only so much information that could be coaxed out of this middle-aged man. To learn more, one would have to seek out the upper echelons of Eagle City. The destruction of Eagle City filled me with sorrow; seeing the weary caravan heading south, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of desolate empathy.

This time, Zeng Fanyong was in charge of directing the battle, but in the end, Li Ningyu gave him a stern lecture. Li Ningyu believed he should never have let the enemy get away, for the Far Eastern Internal Guard are top-class experts—whether in hand-to-hand combat or firearms, they are the elite among elites.