Chapter 58

The veils of the resentful Demon race member were removed first, revealing an elderly face covered in wrinkles. He let out a cold snort and lifted his chin.

With the workers gone, Li Wei heaved a sigh of relief. He still preferred staying shut in his territory, doing nothing at all. The hustle and bustle felt thoroughly unpleasant to him, and he disliked socializing.

With those words, Mu Feng reached out and pointed a finger at Hong Yi's glabella. The system, which had already been manufactured, entered Hong Yi's mind and completed its fusion and binding with him.

"Damn you, Fang Yan! I'm going to kill you! How dare you treat me like this? I'm taking San'er home!" Yanyu shrieked wildly, scratching the air in utter defiance.

Lionheart King Auro had watched with his own eyes as Xia Fei formulated this plan, and he understood Xia Fei's current train of thought very well.

Speaking solely of boiling soup, the umami flavor of the golden-collar mushroom had reached absolute perfection. Anyone who has ever tasted termitomyces knows that this is by no means an exaggeration! If you don't believe it, you can try it yourself.

The entire performance was held in an atmosphere of peerless tranquility. The venue was filled only with romantic, lingering music and Lu Xueer's affectionate voice. Even the young men, whose moods had been deeply unbalanced at the very beginning, all grew quiet.

"Oh?" Fang Yan's expression shifted slightly. Was he actually trying to engage in close combat with him? Immediately afterward, a smile broke out involuntarily on his face. "I've long heard that the physical bodies of demon cultivators are far stronger than those of human cultivators. Today, I want to see just how strong they really are!" Fang Yan's words revealed boundless arrogance.

Fang Yan's divine soul shuddered once more. It was as if he had been in a deep slumber for tens of thousands of years; he finally regained his power of perception, and finally—amidst all these incredible calls, he awoke in a state of utter bewilderment.

The young wizard apprentice pushed open the iron gate pulsing with magical power and made a polite gesture inviting them to enter.

Ziyun could wait no longer. He leaped into the air, his longsword pointing straight ahead. The Two-Pronged Ape Sword Technique pierced directly through the long-armed demonic ape's neck, slashing all the way across. The monster let out a cry of pain and crashed to the ground. Ziyun kicked off the demonic ape, using the leverage to pull his sword free from its body.

"Ouch, Sister Qiuya, why did you hit my head? It'll make me stupid, you know!" Ye Yan was still deep in thought when *smack*, Qiuya gave him a sharp flick to the forehead from the side, making him cry out in pain.

Huoluoba replied, "Your way of thinking isn't entirely wrong... Here, take this." With a wave of her hand, she tossed a badge over to Jiya.

Lin Wei already had a basic understanding of the cause and effect of the entire matter, though he needed to verify it once more at this moment.

After all, having been tricked once and having their village ambushed with heavy losses, their militia unit bore an unshirkable responsibility.

It had to be said that as a mage, Mondia truly did not dishonor the title of "Combat Mage" that had once been bestowed upon him. Whether it was the mercilessness of his sword strikes or the heavy, overwhelming force behind his movements, he exuded a powerful sense of oppression. Moreover, the fact that he chose not to activate a magical shield to protect himself in order to maintain flexibility in combat was truly fierce and audacious.

The countermeasure was simple: physical means—even a simple knight's shield—could achieve a complete defense. If one wanted to be stricter and guard against the lingering damage caused by sustained burning, they could also directly use attacks infused with physical impact attributes to intercept it.

The ultimate outcome would be either that they suffered heavy casualties, leaving only half their forces to come over here for a quick glance before retreating, or that they directly returned to their stronghold to request reinforcements from other sectors. Either way, there was more than enough time for Locke to devour the demon legions stationed here.

The teams that had already fallen too far behind to mount a comeback, or whose strength was insufficient from the very start to contend for the championship, now seemed to transform into loyal fans. Cheers shouting encouragement for Aixin gradually echoed from all around.

Fortunately, the wind and snow were heavy, and that leopard's attention was fully focused on the sika deer, which was why it hadn't discovered them.

Yao Yao also devised various ways to prepare different dishes for them. She only hosted two tables of guests per day, making every seat difficult to secure. Even if one wanted to taste every single dish on the menu, they would have to cycle through the rotation multiple times.

Finding the situation deeply awkward, he withdrew his hand and quickly turned his head away. At that moment, the man let out a loud shout, and the two attendants beside him grabbed hold of him.

Anjou was genuinely speechless at this guy, but he was also one of his few remaining "old friends." It was clear that he still harbored doubts regarding the authenticity of this matter.

Indeed, deities are lonely beings, and so are long-lived species. They never know when the friendships and romances they once cherished might slip away from them. Thus, the Dragon race has the Sorrow of Blood, and Immortals have the Way of Oblivion. The world has never been perfect, and neither are any living creatures.

What time was it already, and only now was she coming over to ask her? How could she possibly know anything about these matters?

However, the primal savagery trait was exceptionally potent. Not long after the hemostatic spray was applied, Yu Ang watched as the deep edges of the wound began to slowly draw together.

She lowered her gaze and drooped her eyelids to conceal her hidden thoughts, yet throughout the entire process, Lu Nanxin did not raise a single objection.

He knew, and the martial artists knew, that this was Wu Long's warning to everyone. Living together in peace was fine, but they shouldn't cross the line.

The vice-principal said with utter disdain. However, watching the black dot outside the window grow increasingly large, he had no choice but to temporarily put down his teacup, walk over to the window, and shout at the top of his lungs.

Mo Tian remained entirely calm. With a casual beckon, a slender branch from the ground flew into his hand. Looking composed as he gazed at the curtain of light piercing out from the long spear, Mo Tian tapped casually with the branch in his hand, striking the true body of the spear and deflecting it to the side.

Yuan Changming's attention was not on the price at all; his entire focus was fixed squarely on my face, as if he were trying to figure out whether I liked it or not.

Seeing her younger sister's beautiful face distorted with anguish, Edward drew his sword and hurried to her side, intending to release her from her torment, yet he severely underestimated Xing Shisan, who possessed the power of the mysterious divine bird.

"Devouring Heavens, Devouring Heavens—naturally, only a sword strike capable of devouring the heavens can be called the Heaven-Devouring Sword." Mo Shangyun smiled warmly as he watched Mo Tian, who was earnestly exploring the information contained within the jade talisman.

Watching Huang Lie stomp away in a huff, Zhang Wuliang and Zhao Chang exchanged glances and shrugged helplessly.

If such an idea had come from the mouth of a tactician, he wouldn't have found it strange, and he himself might even have conceived of a similar notion.

The man was very handsome, with delicate facial features, tall and slender, wearing a gentle smile on his face that gave off a warm sensation. He pulled Chen Yuanyi into the dance floor. Chen Yuanyi shot him a smile and then intertwined her fingers with his.