Chapter 61 Garbage Planet (6)

As for the pale golden aura of dominance now radiating from his hand, it left him just as bewildered and puzzled. There was no longer any battlefield information on the internet, but nowhere else had a supercomputer like Zach.

I remained where I was, deep in thought, when Lin Xuan Yi suddenly stirred awake; I decided not to dwell further on the disheveled man. The two heavy bags were so weighty that Gao Wu had to summon all the strength in his muscles to lower them from his shoulders. Shao Hong, having received Li Chen’s approval, immediately rose and exited the command room, setting about the plan without delay.

His armor had suffered from the fall—energy shields on his left shoulder were beginning to fail. In Yao Qing Yi’s eyes, resistance flickered; she coldly pushed Zhan Yong Jun aside and turned to care for the others, drunk and helpless. In that instant, their gazes mingled, and Huo Jun Han, who had remained still until now, suddenly wrapped his arms around Shen Yao Wei’s waist, flipping her beneath him onto the bed.

Chen Yue seized Third Brother by the neck and, before the stunned crowd, stuffed the fierce, intimidating man into the washing machine. “Sister-in-law, why not tell them? They won’t spread it around,” Long Yan, seeing Feng Jin Yuan’s difficulty, suggested directly.

“Hearing you say that, I really am a bit hungry. All right, I’ll trust you.” With that, the two walked out hand in hand. “Mr. Lu, if I recall correctly, you’re still ill. Please, just take good care of yourself, will you?” Song Tian advised him gently.

Three years ago, a taxi driver recounted, something similar had happened—overnight, seven or eight children, all aged four or five, vanished without a trace. This led to constant disruptions in maritime trade, causing prices to soar; Yang Xing had to subsist on pickled vegetables and steamed buns for some time.

At the moment of their clash, Feng Xingcai fell behind; earlier, when Ye Xun had not drawn his blade, Feng Xingcai could hold his own. But once the Ghost-Slaying Blade was unleashed, Feng Xingcai nearly succumbed instantly.

As Tang Xiaoxiao ascended to the second floor, a burly man following her suddenly received a phone call. Under Wu Ting Die’s persistent persuasion, Shi Fan Shu finally managed—at the cost of exhaustion—to gather seven or eight pounds of salt, along with some strange fruits. The four had made significant gains, but an accident occurred on their way back—they got lost.

Gene medicine had always remained a field of study and comprehension; between nations, it was deployed to cultivate gene soldiers and for medical purposes. Though I suspected the next few locations might be equally misleading, I thought that among them, there must be one where she truly lived, so I nodded directly.

None of them expected the depths of Thunder Mountain to harbor a massive army of beasts and raptors; they were shaken to their core, and their awe for nature deepened once more. These hidden blades lay in the wind and clouds, almost invisible, taking lives silently and without warning.

All these grievances and frustrations had accumulated, pushing the original owner into depression, ultimately leading to suicide by jumping from a building. No one could have foreseen Qin Tian Jiao’s sudden attack on Qin Wu—a moment of chaos, as Qin Tian Jiao, face twisted with rage, easily twisted Qin Wu’s arm behind her back and dragged her toward their mother.

Just as Zheng Ming cursed under his breath, an abrupt change occurred—black flames suddenly surged around him, then detached from his body and struck ahead.

Some harbored sneaky intentions, planning to snatch valuables from the room during the conflict, but the system’s “unable to pick up” prompt forced even them to join the battle.

“Don’t think a hug will pacify me—that’s just interest!” Feng Xueqing suddenly stepped back, her face flushed as she lowered her head in embarrassment.

If everyone could land a blow on the giant python, its defeat would be a matter of minutes. Yet, players’ skills had attack ranges—if they wished to strike the python, they had to enter its reach.

Now, the Four Fiends’ obsessions had been resolved. Xiao Xiao believed that even if he commanded them to fight, they would refuse. Having realized that battling evenly matched opponents while holding back was nothing but self-torment, the Four Fiends, not being fools, would never entertain such thoughts again.

In the main hall, everyone rose to pay respects to the Lady. The Ula-Nara clan did not trouble them—after the ceremony, she invited them to sit.

Except for the Purple Moon Sanctuary, which had sent no powerful representatives, all the major forces from the three great Reincarnation Eras had arrived, including many lone wanderers.

She glanced at Lu Fei, then at Su Jian Wei. Lu Fei was her student and a man, perhaps acting out of indignation—but what about Su Jian Wei?

If Wen Jiu simply left, they could hardly carry out their mission. Should anything happen to her, the two would certainly be held responsible.

Its opponent was a long snake phantom radiating dark blue light; the illusion was now so faint it trembled with every impact, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Ma Hua Wu’s goal wasn’t just to raise the flag—he wanted the volunteers’ banner to shine bright during the battle with the enemy, to terrify them, and to inspire the nation.