Chapter Ninety-Two: Three Calls Unanswered
The water spirits conceal themselves within the crests of the waves. Sometimes, what appears to be a single wave leisurely approaching is, in fact, accompanied by a water spirit riding alongside it. From the front, one cannot see the water spirit, but from behind the wave, its head emerges, moving with the tide. When it parts the wave to face a person, that person is already ensnared in its grasp. Seeing the waves surge fiercely, I turned to shout at the construction crew, "Run!" Then I grabbed a handful of copper coins from my backpack and scattered them into the water. The red glow bursting from the coins scattered like fireworks upon the surface. The spirits beneath the water, startled like a school of fish, leapt en masse...
Jill’s ability to activate the material for her living weapons is earth itself—the most fundamental material in this world. One can easily scoop a handful from beneath their feet and fashion it into a weapon. However, the substance must possess a certain density for the obsidian fire gun to form; loose sand simply won’t suffice. Yet at this moment, the opponent not only wields a divine power that grants true demonic body cultivation techniques but also continuously uses an invisible energy law to imprison this entire area.
"Aren’t you people from Uncle Xia’s group? Whew, you startled me. Our young clan leader is fine—we’re waiting for him here," Wang Jue said with relief upon recognizing the newcomers.
“Much like the difference between ordinary animals and those in mating season, the sounds we heard before—and the first time—were from ordinary Yucher creatures. But that last cry was different. If Shamu’s theory is correct, that sound was likely emitted by a female flower,” King of the Underworld speculated, growing more certain by the moment.
“Rising into the air, riding a qilin, commanding five hundred thunder gods; ghosts and monsters have nowhere to hide, and demons find it hard to proceed. Suddenly, the Three Flavor Fire is unleashed, with the entire sect gathering billions of essences. I invoke the great Thunder Ancestor Emperor—by swift and solemn decree, pardon...” As Xia Mingfeng finished his lengthy, resonant incantation, his right hand continued to trace patterns upon his left.
But to everyone’s disappointment, after a long while, the lake’s surface gradually calmed with no sign of any apparition. Had we misjudged? Then why had the corpse turned to bones overnight? Truly a perplexing matter.
“Why?” Chang Bao’er was puzzled. Brother Luo had already obtained the golden pattern and should have left promptly. Why was he still lingering here?
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“It’s nothing; I’m just teaching those who don’t know their place a lesson,” Master said coldly, glancing at the injured Yan’er without a trace of pity.
However, waterborne transport posed no challenge to these well-equipped mercenaries. Under their skilled handling, one inflatable raft after another was launched into the water and put into use.
Farewell, my dearest girl. Though I cannot recall your face to this day, and though I cannot remember the stories we once shared, I know we must have sworn eternal vows by sea and mountain. We must have loved each other deeply.
Beiming Yu nodded thoughtfully, for Beitang Caiyan’s words were rather abstract. His understanding of the Grand Witch was still limited to the literal meaning.
With the sound of the horn, tens of thousands of Jialan soldiers surged forward like a tide, launching a fierce assault on the city. Yet the defenders were well prepared. No matter the Jialan soldiers’ use of fire attacks, arrows, boulders, or ladders, the city’s defenders countered each method.
The power of the Divine Fire Overlord Slash originally evolved from the Flaming Sword Technique—only now, the flame was divine fire. To endure this power, the sword’s energy had to be dense and potent.
On the eighth day, Consort Bai entered Extinction Island but left after a brief telepathic exchange with the Eastern Extreme Emperor.
A father’s murder is an unbridgeable grudge. Moreover, between her and Ye Xiang, it was not just a vengeance for a slain father but also hatred born from a lover stolen away—and from the brutal beating Ye Xiang had inflicted on her last time.
The teacher longed to scold Li Yaojie in front of the entire class, having reached the end of her patience, yet still restrained herself. She swallowed hard, cast a glance at Li Yaojie, sighed, and continued the lesson.
“How about I book a presidential suite? You can talk with her in another room. That way, even if you don’t leave tonight, it won’t matter,” Long Yihuan suggested eagerly.
“You’re still stubborn? Just imagine—aren’t you the one at fault?” Xiling Yue stared helplessly at Xin Xiangxiang, squatting beside her with her hand suspended mid-air, unsure whether to reach out or withdraw.
The other party kept saying “hey, hey, hey” several times. Seeing no response, she coquettishly said, “Must be a misdial,” then hung up.
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“No, no, no, I’m from Earth. Earth! I’m not from Minglan Star. Do you know Earth?” Feng Liuzi brightened, as these strangers were also speaking English.
Madam He frightened everyone around her, who hurried forward, pinching the philtrum and preparing to call emergency services.
Sakuto Yuki lowered her head, pondered for a moment, then shook it. She grabbed Oikawa Moe’s tie and shook her head in silent denial.
Qi Ming extended his sword finger once more and pointed again. Sword energy shot forth, striking precisely at the ancient killing formation’s weak points. Cracks appeared in the surrounding darkness.
“Why did you arrange for Xu Ying to enter the bank? What’s his connection?” Shen Baobao was even more perplexed.
Li Dong found it hard to speak directly about Chen Lu’s attempted seduction, so he spoke evasively.
Originally, these people assumed all Li Dong’s funds came from Hu Yue. Now that Hu Yue had withdrawn the money, it made sense.
At that moment, a slight sound came from the wooden cabinet in the room. Three werewolves immediately stopped their biting, raising their heads with fierce eyes toward the increasingly loud crying and uncontrollable cabinet nearby.
The Shaman Empire had reached a plane of creation from nothingness, omniscience and omnipotence, creators of the cosmos. They were not overly greedy for energy or resources; their sole wish was to till the cosmic wasteland into fertile, mature soil.