The little substitute made an appearance on the field again today.

He had uttered the words, “Surely you wouldn’t be so naïve as to share prisoners of war with the rebels?” as a way to probe Gracia’s attitude toward those rebellious lords, for her stance was naturally that of the Lord of Hell, Artis.

The previous day, Zhao Xi had traveled to Lin’an. On one hand, he wished to inspect the “Baoxing” business and examine Chief Steward Hu Fulang’s accounts; on the other, he intended to meet with Steward Zheng of the Shimo family to collect two months’ worth of snow sugar payments. It was already July, and according to the agreement between the Zhao and Shimo families, settlement was due every two months.

At once, Yu Le started calculating in his mind. The “Unlimited Firepower” mode was rather interesting—should he do a livestream in this mode tonight? Ranked games could be played anytime, but these special modes were rare opportunities.

To be honest, though the demons of Hell were prone to internal strife, most of the time they coexisted peacefully. Slaughter was rare within the cities, for whenever disputes arose, they would be settled in the arena—where, of course, ninety-nine percent of the battles were to the death.

Wei Xiaodong was particularly anxious, fearing the old gentleman would drink too much, and kept a watchful eye on him. But the old Mr. He knew his own limits and did not overindulge.

Suddenly, countless skeletal hands burst from the ground, seizing the legs of any passing enemy. At the same time, a swarm of beetles overturned onto their feet, and soon after, a stampede of howling cattle and cavalry surged forward.

“Energy Shield”—this was a skill of great practical value, for its activation radius extended ten meters. Used adeptly, it could block three energy projectiles for oneself or an ally at a critical moment.

As the eggshell vanished, Yu Le and the other players gradually glimpsed the massive form of the Wind Wolf King emerging.

Xiaoxiangzi, having seen Guan Ying’s prowess before, recognized him immediately. Before even landing, he noticed Guan Ying’s clapping gesture and dodged aside at once. The blue streak of light brushed past, shooting up toward the sky.

Ignoring Ding Zhan, Yue Yushuang continued to examine the dark xuan-iron ring. There was nothing remarkable about it, yet she couldn’t help but mutter, “Could this just be an ordinary ring?” But a strange feeling lingered in her heart.

The Immortal Lord of Longevity was nearing his end. With effort, he sealed his gravely wounded primordial spirit and soul, hoping to use a secret technique of his own invention to achieve rebirth. All of this he had done alone—no one else knew.

All those sent by Zhao Quan to watch, as well as others who had long awaited the spectacle, now fixed their gaze upon Ye Tianchen.

In truth, it was not just him; the other four elders of comparable strength were in much the same condition.

In sum, the red-haired elder gave Zhang Wei an overwhelming sense of danger—as if the mere twitch of a finger would be enough to erase him from existence.

Meanwhile, in five locations across the Blood Realm, the five inheritor guardians gazed up at the distant sky. The solemn figure of the Blood Realm’s sovereign filled them with trembling awe. They knew, that was the true master of the Blood Realm—their very purpose was to aid in his resurrection.

Liu Yu could sense that, while he himself was already formidable, these zombies possessed even greater strength. Still, he was determined to test himself.

Several blood-red wolf heads formed from the blood pool, lashing out at the four elders, who were instantly struck and flung from the great hall.

Blue Jue sprang from the ground, his figure becoming a streak of blue light as he plunged like lightning into the thin mist, diving straight toward the Demon Spring.

She was not unreasonable; she knew very well that, had Lin Feiyang not saved her just now, her fate would have been sealed.

As the two adversaries pondered in silence and exchanged glances, they realized that, though born enemies, their goal this time was the same—their first ever convergence of thought.

A sudden opportunity—one that could finally fulfill a lifelong wish, one that might lead to that place which haunted her dreams—briefly overshadowed the watery sorrow in Lin Yi’s heart.

Tang Xueyan said nothing, her eyes reddening. In a flash, she was behind the giant; the whip in her hand had long since turned pitch black. With a fierce swing, she bound the two giants together and sent them crashing heavily to the ground.

“If I hadn’t kept Jade Toad to model for me earlier, would he have been able to go back?” she asked with a round face full of sincere regret.

Fine rain veiled the landscape, draping the green mountains in a haze of blossom and willow. Alone, a figure stood within this misty drizzle, intently gazing at a tender yellow wintersweet at his feet. In the blurred rain and fog, his sculpted profile softened, taking on an air of tranquility and serenity.

Xing Haodong raised his head at the sound, only to see Chu Hemeng running far ahead, making faces at him as she went.

Li Er and his companions took the opportunity to untie the mooring ropes, found two oars, and slowly rowed off into the distance, eventually reaching the Wuchang dock on the opposite bank. Li Er decided to take a gamble, hoping to intercept Hatakeyama Shunroku; if the Japanese discovered the missing patrol boat, trouble would soon follow.

Xuanwu hesitated for a moment upon hearing Zhuque’s words. Yet Azure Dragon’s trusting exhortation compelled him to raise his sword and shield Zhuque.

“Tell me, is that Chen Feng a senior in college?” Chen Xiuyuan’s eyes were filled with cold cruelty. Hao Cu was left wondering if, should he answer poorly, Chen Xiuyuan might actually kill him.

A shudder ran through his body again, accompanied by a soft gurgling sound. Suddenly, his form shifted into Chu Xiao’s appearance, his once youthful and handsome features transforming into those of a middle-aged man. Even his brow and soul aura betrayed no trace of Chen Xiuyuan.

The others had not come, for their cultivation was insufficient. They knew better than to drag Xue Leng down, so, led by Sword Heart, they scattered in all directions.

It could not be said that the Zhou family lacked affection, but there was always something missing in their warmth. Yet their unity was truly rare—far surpassing those families that fell apart after rising to prominence.