Chapter 49

"I know that doing this is ultimately for the greater good, but if things continue like this..." Wu Fei stopped himself before finishing his sentence. He understood that this was not the moment to voice the rest of his thoughts.

Feng Kaiyu, invigorated as if injected with adrenaline, sprang to his feet, ignoring his pain, and slapped a third-grade superior Divine Movement Talisman onto himself, dashing away at full speed.

Witnessing this, First Disciple's expression changed dramatically. He tried to avoid the collision, but it was too late—Si Cheng was not far from him, and this was not an attack but a direct impact. At such a distance, dodging was impossible.

Alan sneered as he spoke. Though Herbert was an elder he respected and who had always been kind to him, Herbert still represented Hollanst, and at this moment Alan could not resist a barbed remark.

"And me! Demon of Annihilation, do you dare face me in battle?" In the next moment, another figure appeared, also wielding a longsword, standing across from the Demon of Annihilation in silent challenge.

To maintain such a large and well-equipped force behind enemy lines was no small feat—this was clearly a unit forged for tough battles. The law of survival of the fittest ruled the battlefield; to thrive in the cracks between enemies spoke volumes of their extraordinary nature.

After walking for about twenty minutes, they arrived at their destination. It was the familiar [Chengzhu] restaurant, with its recognizable storefront. Peering through the glass window, I could almost smell that familiar aroma.

Wu Fei had trained all morning and was already exhausted. Hunger gnawed at him, and he desperately needed to replenish his energy. He spoke while heading toward the cafeteria.

Large items that couldn’t be distributed among civilians—such as firearms, ammunition, and military gear—were all stashed away in mountain caves deep in the forests.

Watching the Snake Empress, her expression unreadable, he couldn't tell if she approved or disapproved.

Due to the innate heat of the Heavenly Flame Sword, Zhao Wujie’s clothes were burned to tatters.

One of the scorpions was a meter long, the other about a meter and a half; both looked formidable and not to be trifled with.

Black Phantom’s right arm twisted, her nano armor transforming into a black battle blade, which she brought down toward Lin Fei’s head.

Such a force was far beyond anything he could afford to provoke—how had they suddenly ended up kneeling here?

At this point in time, as long as Danzo didn’t seek him out, he had no wish to cross paths with Danzo either.

Three days before, he had accepted an escort mission in the wilderness. On the way, a beast tide struck and five of his men died. The compensation was so enormous it pushed his company to the brink of bankruptcy.

If they hadn’t started this, he would never have used such methods to boost the hospital’s reputation and business. But since they deliberately wielded public opinion against him, he saw no harm in using the situation to bring more patients to his hospital as well.

Seeing this, Gu Tianyi couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. After talking so long, the fox’s tail had finally shown itself.

When he first practiced the replication technique, he couldn't even maintain his chakra, let alone control one clone, much less summon a second.

"Hmph, don’t think that a bit of beauty is enough to catch Brother Haoyu’s attention!" Feng Yuan said, her tone sour, her venomous gaze sweeping over Cheng Lingzhi’s face, as if itching to splash acid on it.

Xiao Wei and the others were on their way over. Cheng Lingzhi hesitated about sending Situ Haoyu back, but in the end, realized she was in no state to host anyone and gave up the idea.

Hearing that her friend was not in the hands of the deranged Sun Yue, Cheng Lingzhi nearly jumped for joy! The shadow that had hung over her, guilt for dragging her friend into this, was blown away.

"Boss John, I don’t know what happened either." One of John’s black subordinates spoke in panic from inside the tent.

By the dim moonlight, Xie Bi recognized the man ahead: it was none other than Ma Tianxing, the owner of the Jiangyuan Warehouse, once the infamous underworld figure known as “Old Man of the Mountains.”

Having been plagued by this thing for several days, always so abruptly, she still felt a shiver on her scalp, but it was already better than before. At least now she had the courage to ask questions, not fleeing at the first sight as she had previously.

Xiang Ziyao the Sword Thief frowned, suspecting she had said something wrong, and was about to speak when another voice sounded.

As Tianming piloted the flying war machine, he was like a general’s steed on the battlefield, always following closely behind, invincible. No matter where Shaoyu and Shi Lan landed, he could reach them.

The dried well in the palace—for those few words alone, imagination ran wild, especially with someone standing there alone on this moonless night.

The oppressive darkness around made Wang Ran step unhesitatingly into the light ahead.

Before they could think further, Lotus World suddenly soared toward them, making their faces blanch with shock. Without hesitation, they darted into the silver giant gate behind them and vanished without a trace.

Not long ago, as everyone paid respects to the departed Zhuge Xing in the mourning hall, Zhuge Yidao suddenly returned—carrying four corpses on his shoulders.

Though the company leadership had their say, Joyce was unconvinced. He was a meticulous and cautious man, and above all a true football lover, earnest in his study of the game.

Seeing Su Mu still motionless, wearing that same cold, infuriating expression, Yang Yi lashed out in frustration.

Under the lash condensed by spiritual power, the wailing souls screamed in terror, their expressions twisted with horror, half their forms already fading. In the blink of an eye, they fled from Ma Jiang’s body, returning to the black sphere of light.

Wang Yunlong led the other team members through warm-ups, then routine training, shooting practice, and scrimmages, finishing with tactical drills.

"The sect master is always joking. These days, what Sun Nation, what Fishing Island—they all belong to the Eastern Empire!" An Fei replied with a broad, false smile.