Chapter 67: Black Clouds Press Down on the City, Threatening to Crush It (Part 7)

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After Xiao Lei and the others left the district where the Qin family resided, they proceeded all the way until they reached the nearest plaza.

However, it maintained near-zero resistance. Beric had modified it using nanotechnology, harnessing its electrical conductivity to transform this mass of material into "programmable" matter.

Since Freilinmu was still wanted, they had no choice but to wait for an appropriate moment to sneak into the hospital to visit the two of them.

Yebao reached out to hold her tightly without speaking, burying his face in her hair and breathing in her sweet, delicate fragrance.

As long as they could leave this place, everything could still be salvaged. Otherwise, once captured, his life would truly be over.

The Vermilion Crow Pill continuously devoured the Samadhi True Fire, and then released toxic fire to scorch the heart and blood vessels, only to be refined and swallowed by the Samadhi True Fire flowing within the blood.

Gu Dudu: No, it's not like that. Lady Binglin is a diviner; this outcome must be something she foresaw through divination.

Through observation, the God of Light discovered that the command post of the Qinghe Territory forces seemed to be located directly to the west, where there were numerous encampments and a vast amount of supplies.

Within the inner demons existed a vital essence akin to the undying luminous glow. Seizing and refining them could nourish one's own undying luminous glow.

"Hehe! That's more like it! Only being obedient allows you to keep acting as the young master of the sheep farm!" Ye Qiu laughed, casting a glance at Ye Miaoling as well.

Yunyu knew in his heart that even though the power of the rune array had greatly increased at this moment, it was absolutely impossible to so easily slay a genuine profound spirit realm mighty cultivator with just such a single fatal strike.

"Haha! Then as your senior brother, I shall come once again to experience my junior brother's true abilities!" Fan Jian said with a sinister smile.

Therefore, fate is sometimes so strange, forcibly binding two completely different people together.

That large-scale offensive prevented him from coming within even half a step, leaving him no choice but to start with Chibi Zhen, who was closest to him.

Were it not for the matter concerning Hu Ling'er, given Ye Zhuo's current realm and strength, he would no longer need to fear the fallout from the Wu family incident back then, and finding such a place in the Southern Heaven Territory would be a breeze. But right now, because of Hu Ling'er—and even implicating himself—the Southern Heaven Territory was entirely out of the question.

"Silina, ignore her. It was already remarkable enough for those wind blades to reach this far; Shinomiya is probably just temporarily unconscious. Put all your energy into Takagi." Sakura-ma stopped Silina, who wanted to go check on Shinomiya. With Shinomiya temporarily unable to move, their cover was even more crucial.

"Ye Zhuo, is that the destination you mentioned?" Xiangli Wu hurriedly asked the question he most wanted answered.

Under conditions where defeating the opponent cannot be guaranteed, any activity that expends physical stamina is merely laying the groundwork for one's own defeat.

Actually, they had guessed wrong this time. Had they stayed still, the arrogant Aolong wouldn't even have deigned to lift a finger against them. However, looking at the utterly chaotic studio, the several breached passages, and the blaring, harsh alarms, Aolong grew somewhat irritated, unleashing a spiritual energy shockwave that knocked everyone inside flat on their faces.

"Eat, eat, eat, you only know how to eat." Ye Zhuo was left speechless and simply decided not to say anything more, directly transmitting a scene through his divine sense. The scene was naturally one inherited from his ancestral memories, depicting a great demon slaying a powerful fiend and then roaring towards the heavens in rage.

The indoor space did not serve as their shield; someone tossed a bomb through the window, and the massive explosion tore people to pieces. Many individuals were thrown out from the rooms, flying far away.

With that, Old Huaitou scooped up his disciple with one hand and immediately employed his lightness kung fu, leaping directly into the Guo estate.

Yet this wretched tactic was truly unbearable, especially coming from someone who usually acted so gentlemanly and sanctimoniously yet could stoop to such deeds.

Mo Wuque embarked on another transmigration. This time, he prepared to take a gamble and head to an alternate world where gods and demons existed.

"Refining the entire floating mountain!" The divine stone had transformed into a floating mountain for several millennia. The mortals in Medicine King City had all come to depend on this floating mountain brimming with the power of life. To refine the entire floating mountain—how many innocent lives would that harm? How many people would be driven to ruin, leaving them with no way to sustain their future lives?

The two looked at each other in terror, discovering that aside from their torn clothes, their bodies remained completely unharmed.

The entire venue was bustling with excitement. Everyone was cheering and rooting for the Fourth Miss while secretly placing bets on Guicang to win.

An S-tier samsara traveler was someone whose at least one-way attribute exceeded one thousand, with other attributes indirectly affected to be around five hundred at the least. What kind of concept was that?

In the lands of Lingshan, a sacred mountain stood horizontally. The Divine Sword Holy King's eyebrows twitched, and a holy, formidable aura surged around him. A powerhouse who had enjoyed great renown since primeval times had now descended upon Lingshan, his cultivation having reached the realm of the supreme expert, wielding unfathomable divine abilities.

A layer of legal halos acting as protection granted the elders a considerable advantage.

With two sounds, Shabulue and Shahaila both spat out large mouthfuls of blood. Then their battle armor began to fracture, turning into powder like sand that dissipated into the air as a blood-red light ignited in their eyes.

"Tsk tsk, reminds me of a hive, though this place is much messier than a hive!" Young Master Lin looked upon such an environment with utter disdain, but Karui tightly gripped Young Master Lin's hand; such a spectacle was still far too stimulating for her.

After listening to Krumula's words, Young Master Lin couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. This world was truly dark enough. The military definitely hadn't deployed its elites, or rather, they hadn't brought out their best troops; perhaps they simply wanted to deplete civilian martial forces.

Recalling his past battle with the Asura God, Lin Feng remembered that the deity had also displayed a true-body state, and his strength had indeed grown immensely. It seemed his understanding of the demon race was far too lacking. According to the Asura God, the Formless Heavenly Demon indeed possessed hidden reserves of power.