Chapter 31: I am worried that you might be in danger as well.

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Thus, although Wang Chen's true body had been protected by the Black Heaven Eight Trigrams Robe, he had still suffered internal injuries. The sheer destructive power of that attack was plain to see.

Earlier, Sister Rou had merely intended to visit her long-unseen senior fellow disciple and discuss whether he wished to join her plans for what came next. If he agreed, she would invite him to become a member of her team.

By the time she hurried back to Blazing Fire Tower, Yun Wenyang, Mr. Zhou, and the others, who had rushed over after hearing the news, were already frantic with worry.

Then another monster slowly crawled out of the jade pendant. Its entire body was covered in festering sores, from which pus dripped incessantly.

"Oh, God! Where are they going?" Paul suddenly stopped retching and stared in bewilderment at the vehicle speeding away with a howl.

Under his tense gaze, Li Qing's Heaven-Breaking Technique, wrapped in the power of heaven and earth, collided head-on with his unusually powerful palm strike.

The two dragon elders crashed heavily to the ground. Bloody holes had been blasted through their chests, blood gushed forth, and both had already fallen unconscious.

His tone was gentle. Though it would have sounded rather stiff to ordinary people, to Huangfu Ye it was a rare tenderness.

If you possessed the clairvoyant eyes of Guy, Number Eighteen of the Qian Heaven series, or could burrow underground like the Turtle Man Zhao Mengxuan, you would have seen a Fourth-Generation King Pangolin, a Fourth-Generation "Spotted-Fur" Mole King, and a Third-Generation Fat Field Rat digging tunnels beneath the Ten Thousand Beasts King's throne, making their way there to assemble.

At the thought of Ye Fei eventually being brutally tormented and violated by those perverted powerhouses from the otherworld, he felt immensely satisfied.

"About Jia Ju? Didn't you hear me after I talked about it for so long?" Dashan asked, his face filled with confusion.

"I'm not crying, I'm not crying. Should we call a doctor?" Tong Guai asked. Seeing Yun Ze shake his head, she fell silent.

Just as everyone was absorbed in the film footage, Ferdinand stood sweating profusely in a side room beside the hall, watched by a shadow. The shadow had no definite form, and the room's lights were completely obscured. Only wisps of scarlet could be seen drifting within the mysterious figure's eyes.

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"Since choosing a place is no better than taking the place we stumbled upon, why don't we rest here and have a barbecue?" Shang Zao asked with a smile, seeking Fan Xueyi's opinion.

The group made no attempt at politeness. They rummaged through everything and found some rice that was half-moldy, salvaging whatever could still be eaten. Several children volunteered to fetch a pot and cook, while the others went off in search of different kinds of food.

She could hardly blame anyone else. She had failed to prepare from the beginning. If only she had carefully checked the route to Jingshan the night before, things might have gone more smoothly.

"Good girl, check whether you have a key in your pocket," Yun Ze said. The instant the words left his mouth, he regretted them completely. Even if there had been a key, the doors could not have been opened from inside. It seemed they had been locked from the outside.

The battle at Bloodsoaked Heights had cost him dearly, yet it had also won him boundless popular support. The most powerful opponent had fallen by his hand. Under heaven, who would still dare to raise an army against him?

Looking closely, he saw that the bald man's face had turned completely white. The man had been focused solely on fighting Zhan Xiu and, caught off guard, had never imagined that someone would launch a sneak attack. The object struck him squarely in the face. It appeared to be a packet of powder, which burst across his features like a spray of peach blossoms.

If the person casting the spell and arranging the formation possessed overwhelming magical power, I might not be able to break out. But since it was Ao Ying, I could at least give it a try.

While the front lines were engulfed in artillery fire, the field kitchen platoon was not idle. Braving the bombardment, they gathered whatever materials they could find and prepared meals in every possible way, doing their best to keep the soldiers well fed and strengthen their combat power.

Standing at attention and marching in formation instilled the concept of discipline in these soldiers. Selecting outstanding individuals was not merely meant to spur on those who lagged behind; it was also a way of choosing candidates for future junior officers. After all, an army depended on an officer corps to keep it functioning. It was not a force of awakened individuals fighting entirely on their own.

"Grandmaster Zhao, give me a hand. Help me push this stone door open." Only after trying once more and finding that I still could not open it despite using nearly all my strength did I ask Grandmaster Zhao for help.

"Idiot..." Nan Liumo could feel the hands resting on her suddenly tighten, hurting her slightly. Though her eyes remained closed, she spoke with exhaustion and a touch of helplessness.

"Ah, your worries are unnecessary." At that moment, an assassin called Silent Lion, standing beside Tie Zheng, spoke up.

But now that she had appeared, he felt that perhaps his life would no longer remain lost in confusion. At the very least, a glimmer of light had appeared.

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After unloading weapons, ammunition, communications equipment, and other strategic supplies at Longping Airport in Zunyi, this C-47 military transport plane took on a full load of Southwest China's specialties, including high-quality pig bristles and shellac, strategic materials needed by the Allied nations, and rose into the sky once more.

The hall, which had been packed with people moments earlier, now held only Xiang Huaicheng, his face filled with astonishment and admiration, and Wang Peng, who let out a long sigh of relief.

Li Nan found a large jar of salt in a cardboard box, which had also been scavenged from the eighth floor. He thought of curing the tenderloin with salt, but he did not know the proper procedure, so he could only act on guesswork.

Why were these people always so self-important? Why did they always assume that their junior schoolmates were so noble, and why did they always believe themselves to be the masters of the world? Xue Yun could not understand how simple-minded they were.

Below the high platform, far more humans had come to witness the ceremony than when Fuxi had passed the throne to Shennong. Under the guidance of the Human Sovereign Shennong, humanity had taken another great stride forward. Its population had multiplied beyond measure, and in both numbers and strength, humanity had now become indisputably the greatest clan on the Primordial Continent.

Gaoyang City drew water from the great river and channeled it throughout the entire city. Its waterways wound through the streets, as though the beauty of mountains and rivers had been transplanted within the city, creating an impression of natural perfection.

"I would like to see just how ruthless you can be!" Luo Chen said, gently raising his palm and revealing his holy ring.

"What are you waiting for? Attack!" his teammate shouted again. At last, Alsilis stopped hesitating, swiftly thrusting his spear through the enemy's chest.

The assembled saints were all greatly shocked. They had never imagined that the Wu Clan still possessed such a trump card. Even without Gonggong, they had managed to set up a great formation with formation banners. From what Dijiang had said, it seemed they could even summon Pangu's true form. How could the saints not be alarmed?

The newly risen sun once again descended upon the mortal world, carrying light and warmth. As with countless dawns before it, another day began, and the cycle continued without end.