Chapter 84 Scorching Fangs (Extra Chapter for Guild Leader "Miteworm")-The System Arrived Two Years Early, and I Became a God!(Writing a book is truly difficult.)

Beside the fire, Shen He tossed the branch in his hand into the flames, then immediately roused Li Shaojie and the others. As the group awoke, just about to speak, Shen He signaled for silence.

He glanced around and whispered, "Did you hear it? Something is crawling this way."

Li Shaojie frowned and listened intently. Sure enough, something seemed to be slithering toward them, picking up speed, and already becoming—

"Use soul arts!" At that moment, no one knew what method the Soul Sovereign employed, but the energy of soul arts within Xiao Yan surged dramatically.

"The Young Marshal himself has brought troops to aid us. Our morale is soaring. With his firepower, we've suppressed the enemy's attacks," a soldier said, invigorated.

Li Yan didn't want to believe this was true. If it really was, then what hope did high-level magicians have against elite fighters?

Jiang Boyan's transparent body stood straight as a javelin, completely unlike the hunched form after being corrupted by magic. Yet even in that state, he lacked reason. To be precise, it wasn't Jiang Boyan's soul at that moment, but the soul of the Corpse Demon Emperor that had devoured his own.

In truth, Yi Piaoyao meant well. He didn't actually dislike Mo Qingtin, the privileged young man, and even felt a desire to befriend him. Coincidentally, Mo Qingtin now needed guidance from someone close to Song Duanwu, for the young man still yearned to redeem his image in Third Brother's eyes.

The motorcycle sped along the banks of the Huangpu River. Zhao Gan understood Zi Wulei's intentions—if their enemies kept pursuit and proved too strong, their only option might be to leap into the river.

Time, they had, but not much. Experience, they possessed, but it was neither high nor low enough to matter. Connections and resources had been gathered, but they still couldn't compete with those who had powerful backing. In the end, it all came down to two words.

She hadn't lived long at the Magic Martial Academy, hadn't yet absorbed its academic habits. Now that she'd joined the mercenary group, spending far more time with Li Yan, the prodigy, than at the academy, she found his strange theories easier and more willing to accept.

A mouthful of wine nearly choked Xie Junhe to death. He coughed thunderously, tears streaming, unable to speak for ages, lacking even the strength for a murderous glare.

Lord Sun handed all the property and house deeds to Chi Hang, then passed Young Master Qian's deed to him.

Arriving at the palace, Ying Xuan surveyed its decor: ancient and grand, without a trace of ostentatious luxury.

"How is Sato's ship?" Qingye asked immediately. He knew there were two vessels loaded with weapons and ammunition; his was only one. Now that his had been destroyed, his attention naturally shifted to the other, questioning whether it was safe.

Giving the Nether Seal to this imprisoned dragon—he couldn't leave. He simply lacked the ability. Otherwise, he wouldn't still be locked away.

Qingyan heard the name and her body stiffened uncontrollably. Her gaze flickered for a moment.

This was essentially: I order you to fire, you fire. If we don't give the order, you'd best not act rashly.

Mu Yuanbao, clad in imperial robes, gazed up at the moon, as if to say, "If you don't coax me, I'll keep sulking."

"Alright." Su Muyue smiled, not opposing Yun Chu's suggestion. After all, only this way would Yun Chu feel reassured letting Yun Mo handle affairs for her.

Wang Si's sniper rifle played a crucial role—he targeted only the enemy soldiers pushing the rafts, picking off those closest to the poles, preventing them from ferrying their troops across.

Now it was Bei Yixuan's turn for silence. He slowly nodded, withdrawing his gaze from Jing Yunruo, his heart surging with emotion.