Chapter 89: Shadows Over the Reservoir

Old Wang continued to speak to me: "The one steering the boat, seeing my eyes redden with anger, didn’t dare to make a move and slowly began steering the boat toward the small vessel."

I stood on the deck, shouting at the three men, "What are you doing? Hey… hey…" I called out several times, but there was no response from anyone on the boat. I could only have someone bring our boat closer to see if we could pull the people from the small boat back.

However, the closer our ship got, the more the small boat drifted toward the Pavilion of the Viewing Mountain, as if pushed away by the wake of our larger vessel. Growing anxious, I shouted desperately from the boat, "Helmsman, bring the boat alongside!"

"Prepare the hooks, everyone, we’ll try to pull the small boat over..."

Suddenly, a series of agonized screams echoed through the vast void. One by one, the great beings began to tear apart, howling in torment before being dismembered and scattered across the ground.

“Falling from such a height and only spraining an ankle is quite fortunate,” Ouyang Haitian said honestly, worry flickering across his face.

Luo Lan quickly seized its River of Fate, absorbed the purest tenth, and detonated the remaining impure ninety percent, injuring the three-headed evil beasts.

These divine beings were merely touched by the supreme power, but if observed by the Eye of the Highest, they would inevitably kneel.

“An opponent of the Ling family?” Wang Feng, who had come back to life, felt a far stronger fear of death than most. After all, the current Wang Feng was determined never to die again. Whether buying slaves, training seven maidservants, or cultivating himself, his ultimate goal was safety.

Suddenly, the Indian man leapt into the air, rushing fiercely at Lelang, stirring up a violent gust.

Yet, despite such a fierce attack, the hellfire was effortlessly dispelled by a shadowy figure, as if Wu Ying’s assault was but a trivial matter.

But precisely because they understood what an energy storm was, all the lithmus testers were fully aware of the potential consequences it might bring.

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His anger burned fiercely, and compared to the calm demeanor of Shi Lei and Feng Senlin, Ning Congjun’s temper flared uncontrollably.

“Ouyang Haitian, I’m about to hold a meeting to discuss the agenda. Since you’re here, let’s go together,” Yan Qingrou said, turning back to him.

My heart was lodged in my throat, unable to settle. I couldn’t understand what was happening. How had my soul suddenly left my body? Were Huang Tianshang and Hu Qingfeng not by my side? Where was my entire team?

The smile on the man’s face faltered but he said nothing further, instead staring intently at Chu Yunfei and Chu Chen, as if trying to discern something.

For most, this wouldn’t be good news, but for Ning Zicheng, such a situation was life-saving.

Wait, if that’s the case, there was still one method Xuanyuan Yi had yet to try.

Once home, Wu Qingsong finally calmed down. He took out the jade butterfly and examined it carefully under the lamp. What he saw made him break out in a cold sweat—the originally pale jade butterfly now bore a dark red streak, as if soaked in blood.

Helpless, Xuanyuan Yi could only attempt ascending the ninth level once more. Previously, the plants prevented his ascent; now, when he no longer wished to climb, they ceased their attacks. It left him utterly perplexed.

The steward hurriedly agreed and gathered thirty or forty servants. Once the houseboat was moored, they clumsily helped the old man down. Ximen Qing shook his head, thinking the old gentleman was foolishly seeking trouble. If he got hurt, it would be a disaster.

Yelü Guang’s face darkened, no longer showing the excitement from before. Clutching his spear tightly, his teeth grinding audibly, he pressed his legs hard against the horse’s belly, remaining silent.

Sounds of clashing swords and blades rang out as Chu Chen’s fiery long blade and icy sword shattered countless rain-like sword qi, slashing fiercely at Xue Jian’s oblique strikes.

Though it had been a long time since we met, I didn’t believe he had suddenly become so formidable. That was one reason. Another was that this fellow had defected with Feng Yi—why had he come here to cause me trouble?

Gaia feigned closing her eyes, pretending to think hard. Even Lin Yu, whose mind was somewhat impaired, knew this was just a forced attempt at cuteness.

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With such courtesy from others, An Yifei could find no reason to lose her temper. She turned back, smiling gently at Mao Qiang for comfort, then led two soldiers out of the tavern.

Natsuki Alice leaned against the bathroom doorframe, tilting her head back at a 45-degree angle, resting the back of her head against the wall. Her red eyes gazed vacantly.

He looked down at An Xin, who now had her mouth open in an “O” shape, continuously spitting water in rhythm with the white tassels’ fluttering.

Xiao Yimo nodded silently. In front of him was a massive cannon. Touching the blackened barrel, he felt a surge of confidence.

Lin Yu descended from the sky holding Xia Shi and Xia Na. The momentarily relaxed Satomi Rentaro instantly became alert again.

Snow and wind battered the fighter jet, causing it to shudder violently. Several shouts were heard as the crew quickly stabilized the craft. After the storm, everything was blanketed in white snow.

After the music ended and the crowd dispersed, An Yifei awaited the arrival of all equipment at the Shanghai Automobile Manufacturing Plant, including several advanced machine tools long desired on the mainland.

After a brief moment of confusion, the funeral attendants and Brock finally understood that the Asian was not one of their group but merely a troublemaker.

System evaluation: The mutant zombies from the Death Haunted House series are far “smarter” than most others! They are adept at using tools and coordinating attacks. Given the host’s strength, avoidance is recommended.

“In that case, cooperate and first cancel the spiritual technique cast on me. Although its power has weakened, I can still sense a connection between my aura and yours,” Mu Yuan said, crouching beside Zhang Lingyuan.

“Could you please keep quiet?” The black-robed figure spoke displeasedly, his voice drifting from beneath his hat brim, deep and resonant.