Unable to deliver to this user.

At that very moment, Kava finally opened his eyes, their gaze icy and indifferent. His arms slowly stretched outward—the true battle had begun.

Yet the seemingly ordinary jade bead was like an absolute vacuum; the spiritual force passed through it even more easily than through air.

Jim and his companions were now covered in welts, swollen and unbearably itchy. “Back” hardly described their suffering. Itching may not be an illness, but such maddening irritation could drive a sane man mad—and now, Jim was teetering on the brink of madness.

Hearing this, Zejin was somewhat surprised. His teacher had mastered soul magic and was a demigod-level mage. Even if Chas refused to speak, Apophis should have had a hundred ways to extract all the information from his soul. And yet, now...

"Hey, what’s wrong? Are you entranced like the rest of these boorish fellows?" Ye Xue suddenly laughed, teasing the dazed Lin Yu.

The truck had been driving steadily forward, but soon faint roars and gunshots began to echo. The ride grew bumpy, as if they were running over something.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! A sharp whistling filled the air above Jiang Zicheng’s head. Looking up, he saw a dense storm of bone arrows and spears, covering several miles around. Jiang Zicheng kicked the silver sword stuck in the ground—there was a crisp, melodious clash, as if a pearl had landed on a silver plate.

At that moment, Bai Yi was hacking at the zombies gathering around Building B. Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted behind her and she turned to look.

He left, departing from the manor, and took with him the mage named Yang Shishi, bringing her back to his own William Castle.

On the right, at the second seat of honor, sat three warriors, all with robust figures and distinguished bearing. Their features were strikingly similar, clearly brothers. The one in the center was especially imposing, with thick limbs, broad shoulders, eyes like copper bells, and an air of fierce defiance.

Just as the swarm of bats burst from the rocks, a fiery red light shot toward them like a firework, striking the mass and triggering a violent explosion.

She had once dug him out from a snow pit—was this how one ought to treat their savior?

"This is your uncle Yan Dongli, in charge of the Yan family’s entire intelligence network," Yan Xiong introduced with a smile.

Li Jiu’s beauty was pure and natural, like a white lily blooming in a mountain stream—ethereal and fresh, untouched by the dust of the world.

Though the 20th generation Tenyas appeared no different from humans, their bodies, like the 19th generation, had undergone mechanical modification. Yōuquan had severed the internal machinery, but traces of the enhanced physique remained—still useful.

"I know this is the first interstellar migration; there will be a second and a third. So, if the development of Centaurus Alpha 960’s Second Homeworld goes well, I hope the mother and child can join the later migrations," Liang Hongda requested.

As Groudon grew angry, the magma pool began to surge violently. Yasha turned pale with fright, but Yuga remained unmoved.

Under Su Huan-zhen’s guidance, Li Qi gathered a powerful surge of true energy. The demonic dragon flame conjured by Fenruyao’s technique burned in midair, transforming into a dazzling golden sun.

Lu Shun rushed over, panting, to join Su Jun and the large group. Behind him, a hundred sturdy men in blue carried heavy cloth sacks on their backs, likely filled with plundered gold and jewels.

However, Yuga noticed that some teams didn’t seem to be doing well; never mind the spoils, there were quite a few wounded.

"Gao Chong has come to Xingzhou this time, bringing a thousand men to the Yang family." Wu Jie, naturally well-informed, was clear about such matters. Gao Chong had deep ties with the Yang family—his grandfather and Old Master Yang had once saved each other’s lives.

At this moment of indecision, Li Tianchou suffered an emotional blow he could not endure. He thought of leaving—perhaps only departure could prevent further suspicion and trouble between them.

The bentonite and montmorillonite Gao Chong had brought were mainly for use as binders in casting sand, additives in papermaking and paint, and as sizing agents in weaving, which saved grain and prevented fuzzing.

Installing nuclear engines on fighter jets meant that, during normal flight, they made little noise. This demonstrated the Gurus’ mastery over nuclear energy—far surpassing that of Earth’s humans.

A perfectly measured smile hung on Lin Zhouzhou’s face, but in the sleeves, her hands clenched into tight fists.

Soon, the two servants brought Chenfeng over. From afar, Tie Muyun saw that Chenfeng was shackled—the chains forged from Celestial Soul Stone, rendering his inner energy useless.

But there was no retreat. Among them, a great general sat astride his horse at the center, holding a Gilded Vajra Spear, awaiting their arrival.

"Don’t apply to a school in Yanjing—go to Donghai," Pei Wufu said, taking two drags of his cigarette. The smile faded from his face, replaced by a rare seriousness.

Suddenly, the young man’s heart skipped a beat. He sensed a hazy flame in the depths of his mind extinguish, and his body went cold, as if plunged into an icy pit. That flame was the Fire Celestial, a keepsake left by his beloved master, carefully stored in a spatial wristband.

She was not merely a figure seen in an image—she was truly present in this scene, with a purpose for her presence.

"Brother Mu is mine!" All Sima Yun could think of now was to declare her claim—nothing else mattered.

Ding Yang warned her not to speak recklessly. He and Hua Mingyue were innocent—he could not let the reputation of a decent girl be sullied.

Whenever replying to Mayor Han, always begin by thanking him for his support and kindness. Then, using the pretext of reporting on his thoughts, inquire when the mayor might have time, and request a private meeting.

"Lin Qiushan has gone to see Lord Yue again, hasn’t he? Look at that bulging pouch—who knows what treasures he’s gotten this time." The villagers spoke, jealousy flickering across their faces.

Chaoyang gazed at her, somewhat lost. Since their last gathering, they had not seen each other, nor had they been in contact through WeChat. Yet unexpectedly, he saw her here.