Chapter Eighty-Six: Danger

“All right, this should be enough. Since these beasts are part of one-third, their cores must play an important role for the other magical creatures as well. I shouldn’t take everything from them, leaving only a useless corpse behind.”

After seizing several inner cores, the man immediately stood up, brushed the dirt from his clothes, and spoke to the woman by his side. His words astonished her even more. After all the effort and risk to obtain these cores, he intended to return some to the forest—such generosity was something few could achieve in the heat of the moment.

She looked at the man.

Ouyang Dairong gazed at Tuoba Ruisi. Even with her usual calm composure, she found this situation troublesome. Yet, before Ouyang Dairong could react, the two young men had already leapt past her, squaring off directly.

At that moment, the King of Xiliang took a step back to advance, eliminating his trusted subordinates and cleanly severing all ties and responsibilities.

“Don’t say another word—hurry back to the city,” Governor Weirte urged. Thus, though the massive siege by the ogres was resolved with ease, the outcome defied description.

A third-turn Ghost-Sealing General condensed a misty shroud, and with a snap of Old Liu’s fingers, the congealed mist shattered across the ground.

Lin Qingzhu’s cheeks and hands were pressed tightly against the glass, the corners of her lips unconsciously curving into their highest arc, her eyes shimmering with a happiness born from the heart.

Yet, at this moment, compared to marveling at the strength of their opponents, the morale of the children before them was doubtlessly a more pressing concern.

The Martial Spirits team claimed their first victory with flawless lane control and teamfights, while the much-anticipated Firework team, favored by many fans before the match, concluded their run in the streamer invitational after two consecutive defeats.

Before the words had faded, without any visible movement, six crimson ropes suddenly shot toward Ye Tianxing and the others.

Wu Zhi was startled, as if burned, and flung the black object aside, but faint sounds still drifted from within.

Seeing how they treated Guizi’s words as law, Ye Ziluo gave up on asking them to guide her.

The surrounding white pieces formed a vast, tightening net, steadily squeezing the black pieces’ territory until they were immobilized.

However, within a ten-mile radius of Fanyang Mountain, royal guards kept strict watch—no one could enter without the emperor’s decree. Thus, to hunt in Fanyang Mountain, one had to qualify for the annual spring hunt.

Therefore, no one lacking in discretion would dare ask what “last report” referred to.

Tangshan’s throat was choked, unable to speak or even find words, so he simply reached out to smooth Fangtang’s hair at her temples.

The Sea Kings exchanged glances, incredulous. The Crab Clan Sea King’s face was ashen. Ishana and Jinnaluo’s earlier display of strength had already surpassed the Crab Clan’s level, and this was only a warm-up?

The dark red gleam in the man’s eyes grew ever brighter, quietly eroding Qingcao’s fading consciousness. Suddenly, two cold, sharp beams shot out like icy blades, piercing deep into her frozen gaze.

Had it been another occasion, she might have confided in someone, but tonight’s matter could not be revealed in the slightest.

Everyone was stunned—the rescue team, the townsfolk, even Luo Yun herself.

Yang Shuai was so exhilarated that blood rushed through his body, and his pale face instantly turned a mottled, liver-like purple. He immediately took out his phone, found the number he’d saved days ago, and dialed Tangshan.

Hearing that familiar voice, Qin Hong turned to look, only to find it was the very trainee who had just mocked him.

“Drop your weapons and slowly raise your hands!” With that shout in English, twelve soldiers in combat uniforms surrounded them. Leng Feng glanced at their uniforms—there were no national insignia, but he recognized them at once.