Chapter 74

Transporting supplies would seriously slow down the army's march, yet assigning the army to carry provisions risked having their food supply cut off. No matter which was chosen, strict planning was imperative.

It was precisely this move that astonished many—somehow, their weapons could not be controlled by the enemy and ultimately returned to the monk Mingzang's hands.

Those gathered on the outer edge of the blue mist had no idea what had happened; they only saw the shroud of mist that had lingered for so long suddenly dissipate, and a blue giant transform into a black giant, charging toward them.

The players, however, had no idea what was going on. They simply assumed a powerful boss had spawned and scrambled to be the first to conquer it.

In an instant, a surge of powerful energy pierced through his body, and an icy, emotionless pressure like a tidal wave instantly crushed the consciousness he should have had.

The reason these people vanished was because they had received a decree from their sect.

After meeting Zhong Haishan, the leader of Huaxia Security chatted idly for quite a while before quietly seeking to claim credit and recount their hardships.

Now, he had at last made an official decision: the appearance of this team signified the formal alliance between the Pandaren and the Expeditionary Army.

Had the former Red Skull been present, he would surely have set a deadly trap to wipe out all the world leaders on the spot.

Whenever he thought this way, he always felt a sense of melancholy, as if he had lost a precious treasure from his heart.

It was said that the Discoursing Platform was broad and spacious— the only place where disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect were permitted to spar. Elsewhere, all combat and private duels were strictly forbidden and would be severely punished if discovered.

The Liu women could not help but weep softly; they had never experienced anything like this before. Now that their family was collapsing, what fate awaited them? If, like the former Duke of E State, they were demoted to commoners and sent back to their ancestral home, that would be acceptable, but what if they were to be sent to the execution ground?

While giving instructions, He Miaomiao quietly concealed her own presence. When Wu Cang was ready, she reached out with her spiritual sense, pulled him along, and brought him to a large, leafy tree.

Were it not for the ethereal and mysterious immortals of legend, who else could wield the power of time, allowing one to experience the reality of past events, comprehend everything, and in the end either lose themselves or attain a higher state of mind?

“It’s just a rabbit, what’s so cute about it?” Yao Dunni placed the bamboo cage on the table and turned to leave.

Wang Xu hadn’t expected You’s confusion to be about this, but he knew well that for cultivators, indeed, it was a serious concern. He pondered before continuing to speak.

“Junior brother, yesterday the Heavenly Works Hall opened for business and I haven’t yet congratulated you. What brings you to see me today?” After three rounds of drinks, Zhang Songxi finally asked with a smile about Han Xiao’s purpose for visiting.

From the outside, the entrance seemed like a swirl of multicolored light, but once inside, Cheng Yang discovered that at the heart of that dazzling light was a clear, pure core. He could not see how deep it went; he only knew that with each step forward, the unknown might end at any moment.

Only now did he realize that the Flying Sword Sect’s business ventures were truly outrageous—dabbling in real estate and school districts. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.

The burly, bearded man curled up like a boiled shrimp and fell painfully from Old Cui’s back, and Wan Yu seized the opportunity to finish him off with a single cut.

Chen Yu merely waved a hand, and a sphere of light enveloped the three of them; no one else could see what was happening inside.

“Mom, Dad, what are you saying? This is our home. If we’re not here, where should we be?” Liu Chunlan said with a laugh.

As he passed by Yun Qingmeng, something occurred to him, and he stopped abruptly, turning to give her a sinister look.

“Come on, Lao Wan, I won’t mince words—why did you insist on working at that lousy logistics company?” Old Cui asked anxiously.

Lin Yuner was always sighing over her worries about going to the provincial capital, which was only natural.

Moreover, not only was he capable, but he was also a person of deep gratitude and loyalty, repaying kindness over many years. This young man was truly remarkable.

Not long after the battle ended, news arrived from Luo Xingyan—she had found a suitable place, and Lin Hao could safely bring the rescued humans there.

“Build a solid foundation, accumulate strength, and from now on, start preparing for what comes after breaking through to Saint Spirit,” Lin Zhiyuan nodded with satisfaction and issued his instructions.

Subconsciously, he assumed that all young ladies would dress up for a banquet, which was why he had spoken so earlier.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. is nothing special,” Lin Tao said, not boasting without reason. No matter how formidable S.H.I.E.L.D. was, it was, after all, just a government agency—a gathering of the world’s most elite soldiers, agents, spies, and assassins, with vast resources and technological support, commanding significant authority in military affairs.

In the sunlight, Connors froze mid-report on the phone, the detectives aiming their guns at the entrance were momentarily stunned, and as Zhou Mo reached around to handcuff Thomas, a man beside the grocery store dumpster lowered his head and slipped away.

With the moon high in the sky, the butler stood bowed before Xiao Zonghan, not daring to utter a sound.

Having successfully traversed the bloody passage, Old Cat and the Night King entered another grand hall, where Oradin’s projection stood at the center, gazing at the two of them with a strange expression.

But could the academy wait forever for Scholar Wu? The teacher’s position had to be filled, so Bai Yibo became active once again.

Within the palace, Kangxi’s corpse had been taken away by Mao Dongzhu, who planned to announce the emperor’s death that night. Meanwhile, the great consort Yu was stirring up trouble in the palace, Prince Kang was leading the Eight Banner Army to Fujian to fight alongside Shang Kexi and Geng Jingzhong, Zhou Youde was resisting the Lama Army in central Sichuan, and the Dzungar tribes were caught in endless battles with the Mongol clans on the vast grasslands.