Chapter Fourteen

At that moment, within a narrow, winding gorge in Heavenly Origin Ridge, a seemingly unruly figure quietly appeared.

“Xue Biao, what happened to you? Don’t tell me you’re thinking of going to the bamboo hut in my Osmanthus Grove again!” Xue Rubing looked at her younger brother and nearly laughed, but managed to hold it back.

After all, he was an existence who surpassed him by an entire major realm. Qin Jiunge’s perception of such beings was rather hazy, like flowers seen through mist, yet he trusted his own judgment.

That noon, on a popular livestreaming platform in a parallel world, an account belonging to a streamer called Longye was quietly created.

Four years later, it was still him who, with Vale beside him, walked into the players’ tunnel of Rome’s Olympic Stadium.

But just as Jason endured several punches from Maric, relying on the powerful defense of his living corpse to leap out of the melee—

It involuntarily took the strange contract and glanced over it twice before letting out a sigh of relief.

The Hyena had already taken aim at Cornelia’s mech cockpit and was preparing to fire, but the sudden intrusion of a Sunderland somehow made his hand tremble.

Sure enough, as the flames grew more and more fierce, Luofuzi showed no sign of breaking through. Instead, he appeared on the verge of being completely consumed by the raging sea of fire.

Among the six Great Emperors, three belonged to the human race, one to the Dao race, one to the human-demon race, and one to the Thousand Mechanisms race. This inflicted a grievous wound upon the Human Alliance, one that was difficult to heal.

“They can assist us in battle and reduce our losses.” Mu Qingfeng took a sip of tea. This was his deal with the Wings of the Vermilion Kite: he would take the armed puppets away from that world bubble, and in return, they would help resist the Collapse. Naturally, if the danger became impossible to withstand, they were permitted to flee.

Overall, things were going well. Yet there were always certain parts that Mu Qingfeng could not bear to look at and wanted to cover his face over—such as the passage above.

Master Liu, the commanders of the Eighth Route Army, and the other senior officers were all veterans who had survived countless battles. Even so, it was their first time hearing of such a terrifying aerial engagement.

The armed puppets lay scattered in corners or sprawled across the cadets’ beds. After eating and drinking their fill, they had entered a brief period of dormancy.

After Jun Qi watched helplessly as Wan Ruo was taken away, his hands tightened slightly. With a dark expression, he turned and left.

She had been with Sheng Zhan for three years. She had once thought she understood him quite well, as though no one in the world could understand them better than they understood each other.

He could not even touch her body. It was utterly absurd. Ever since inheriting Walter Joyce’s will and the Herrscher core, he had never suffered such a crushing defeat.

Weiwel studied the excessively youthful face before him. A trace of displeasure appeared on his gloomy countenance, and then he raised his chin slightly and spoke.

When Zhang Yu saw Wang Lin approaching, panic flickered across his face. He could accept being defeated by Yi Yun, who was also a psychic, but being beaten by an ordinary person would be an utterly unbearable humiliation.

“Brother, you saw it too, didn’t you?” Li Yunlong said helplessly to Lu Dayou, who was lying on a stretcher. “The devils’ latest large-scale sweep is different from before. They’ve not only sent massive ground forces to conduct a net-like search of our base areas, but have also deployed a large number of aircraft to carry out repeated reconnaissance against us.”

“Then what do you intend to do?” Matsushima Mufu asked with a faint smile. In his eyes, this young and cold subordinate possessed quite a bit of the bearing he himself had displayed in his youth.

Everyone in the group held their breath and watched the two dwarves step into the darkness behind them. Once they had reached the limit of their vision and the dwarves’ figures were swallowed up, their breathing nearly ceased altogether.

The old man watched Ye Qi vanish into thin air and gave a disdainful snort. With the pride of a Sunfire-level powerhouse, he possessed absolute confidence that Ye Qi could not escape from before him. Yet anything could happen, as this incident had proved.

The atmosphere fell somewhat silent. Ji Ming’s heart began to race. She was happy and excited, with countless things she wanted to say, but the person she had yearned for day and night stood right before her, and for a moment she could not utter a word.

Of course, they had no idea that Mu Qingqing had long since become an immortal cultivator. What she was using was not a martial technique, but an immortal art.

They decisively dropped their burdens and assumed battle stances in perfect unison. Their supernatural abilities gathered, their strength returned to full, and their health bars filled. They were determined to reduce every monster and demon that had emerged from the seafloor to scraps.

According to the information detected earlier, the Blood Clan had established four layers of defenses in this fire-elemental plane.

She pushed the doubt to the back of her mind, swept her gaze across the living room, and saw that all the senior disciples she had met before had arrived.

“Captain Qiu, there’s something you don’t know. My father has never stopped thinking about my younger brother’s whereabouts. Now that we’ve finally...” Wei Qiguang decided to invoke his father’s name. For his brother’s sake, he was willing to risk everything. Unfortunately, rescuing a beauty in distress was never as easy as it sounded.

They had known each other for years. How could Fan Yi not know that once Xu Ziling made up his mind, not even nine oxen could drag him back? He had never considered persuading him to abandon the idea. Upon hearing this so-called solution, he felt only a splitting headache.

Yi Fan sighed helplessly. He was completely at a loss when it came to this Taotie who stubbornly insisted on calling him “Big Brother.”

“Die’er, I’m the one who brought this upon you. After practicing the Burning Passion Art, you were never meant to fall in love again. Once your feelings deepen, the pain will become unbearable. The agony will only grow worse from now on. Can you endure such soul-searing pain?” The old palace master patted Qidie on the shoulder as he spoke.

After approximately three hours, when this entirely new formation was born within Guo Qin’s mind, a thunderous boom echoed through his sea of consciousness.

He had clearly seen that when Dou Ying raised his cup to toast, some people who had clearly never seen the world did not even move. That was going too far.