109 I Shall See Who Has Yet to Evolve 25

The hair on her body stood on end, and sweat poured down her forehead. They shouldn't be dead; she was so resilient, she couldn't have died so easily. It has nothing to do with me! It has nothing to do with me! I don't know anything! With these words, she turned and fled, trembling.

Returning to his room, Zhang Zhipei pondered. Today was truly a sorrowful day, yet for some reason, he felt inexplicably at peace. Setting aside his cultivation, he began to examine Zhou An's storage bag.

Drawing upon the light of prayer from their loved ones outside, Gaia and Agul continued to resist, but as time passed, that sliver of light proved insufficient. The original Tiga had been struck by Gatanothor’s light of death and turned into a stone statue; Gaia and Agul were now covered in wounds.

It wasn't actually that far. Shen Linfeng leaned back in his chair and lowered the window slightly. Fearing that he might catch a chill while still recovering from his serious illness, I told him to close it.

"What should we do then? The GUTS team's attack has already failed." Marina was deeply disappointed by the team's failure, having held such high hopes for them initially.

I smiled indifferently. The rat den that had been so arrogant before I arrived now looked to me for guidance in everything.

Waking up in the morning, the streets were filled with vendors selling breakfast: steamed buns, fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, old hen soup with wontons, tea soup, and delicious millet congee. There were also flour-based snacks like deep-fried dough cakes, oil pancakes, and thick flatbreads, not to mention Yunze’s signature specialty: mutton soup.

Before leaving, An Hao glanced back at the corner from earlier. Seeing no sign of him, she felt a slight sense of relief.

Regardless of whether your friend is good or bad, as long as they are your friend, you must never stab them in the back.

She was dressed beautifully, her dark hair adorned with pearls and jade, a bright red cloak trailing long behind her on the ground. She looked, in some ways, like Wang Zhaojun, the beauty sent to marry into a foreign land by imperial decree.

Lin Yue was inside the Illusion Mist Forest. He roughly estimated that at least a thousand people were patrolling outside, yet they still managed to overhear their words.

At first, they had indeed succeeded. But when the bull-headed figure in black discovered Baili Tianchang, who was protected by a circular barrier, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

In this game of enemies, individual strength is very limited; this is what the "Outsiders" have learned after nearly a year of research.

"I was just talking to Brother Yun Di about my father," Hua Fenglan said in a low voice. "I don't believe my father is dead."

Rui Xiang shot her a sharp look, and the rest of her words choked in her throat, leaving her unable to speak another syllable.

Regardless of the circumstances, they hurried out to greet him, bowing and inviting Zhao Yutong into the house.

It had only taken Wan Gongcheng a few days to deal with Magistrate Qian, yet this time, a whole month had passed, and he still hadn't finished.

Lin Mengyao looked at Wen Yiming in shock. She had thought the figure looked familiar from behind, but she hadn't expected it to actually be him. This was the headquarters of the Treasure Hunter Association; why was he here?

Once low-level skeleton soldiers reach a certain scale, even seventh-rank soldiers have to steer clear of them. In Li Xiang's view, sheer numbers were the most critical factor.

"I only have two spirit stones on me, but I do have a defensive low-grade magic robe—the Light Blue Daoist Robe. I wonder if you would be willing to trade?" Qingyang asked in a deep voice.

"Why have you come again?" Baili Yue said irritably. "Are you here to lock me up again?"

Jian Yong, the envoy of Liu Bei, was respectful and cautious. He knew well the prowess of the general before him; if he could secure this man's assistance, his lord would be like a tiger gaining wings, no longer fearing the likes of Cao Cao, Lu Bu, or Yuan Shu.

If you want my items, you must buy them with spirit stones. Not to mention you, an outsider—even old friends like Lu Dingshan and Chen Biwang have to pay a service fee if they want me to refine pills for them, though I offer them a slightly better discount. Since we are strangers, why should I give you anything for free?

Li Xiaoyao glanced at the ID above his head and was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected this Berserker to be such a high level.

She called out in a panic; he was the only person she could think of right now, and she didn't want him to leave.

During Nan Tian's practice, his expression grew increasingly surprised. It was the first time Nan Tian had experienced this transition from initial contempt to profound admiration; he felt a sense of bittersweet joy, but he didn't hate it.

Upon hearing the name Ling Xi, Ouyang Lian's pupils dilated, his mood seemingly sinking once more. Seeing the latter's reaction, Mu Yefeng only smiled at the corner of his mouth; it seemed that no matter how he argued, he could not escape the matter of Ling Xi.

Taking advantage of He Lan Chen’s arm being numb from the electric shock, Mu Xiaoxi hurriedly grabbed his hand, pressed his thumbprint onto the contract, and ran off with the document.

Ji Shang had been reprimanded yet again—a disaster on top of disaster for him, but a double blessing for Jiang Yuan.

"Please, take a look," Cao Mingrui said in a low voice, his aged hand resting on the lid as he slowly opened the box.

Zheng Ying bowed to Shan Xunfei, much to the delight of the Carefree King. He hadn't expected his consort to gain a princess as a disciple.

Ogalun departed, satisfied and arrogant, leaving behind a pile of mangled, bloody remains that made one’s skin crawl. He showed no mercy to these enemies who had trampled on the dignity of the God-Wolf warriors and ignored the divine majesty of Frouet.

"You Jian! Don't!" Chen Jing, in a panic, jumped up and shouted, but it was useless.

As a cultivator, isn't it a bit underwhelming to handle injuries in such a simple way?

Lu Shuangyang ignored his praise and walked aside alone, using the Spirit Profound Branch to heal his face.

Back at the front lines, the bandit soldiers were stunned by what Liu Zhi said. Realizing this was no time for jokes or mockery, they hurriedly ran back to the camp to report to Jiang Batian: "My King, the enemy vanguard, Liu Zhi, is spouting arrogance. He says that if you want to reclaim the fortress, you must first get past him."

The twilight of the sunset shone upon them, casting long, dim shadows that stretched behind the trees. Yet, under Ao Xingchu’s gaze, the shadow of one particular small tree was slanted in a very unusual position, tilting much further than the other shrubs nearby.

"Stall owner, I will take all ten bottles of your Magic Spider Spirit Liquid for twenty Five-Element Crystals," Liu Tuo said coldly.

The sharp-toothed, one-eyed flying dragon dived from the sky, biting through the placed card in one snap. By the time the card transformed into a monster, it had already been crushed by the sharp teeth of the [Vampire Dragon].

Ye Yan and his companion were completely unaware of the miscellaneous thoughts of the other cultivators. After about half a day, they finally found the location.

Ge Yuanfeng took it as well, probing it with his divine sense, and "saw" several sets of spear techniques inside. Even though he only observed them briefly, he could still perceive their ingenuity.