48 The Situation Escalates

The three-tailed fox was slightly taken aback but still did not speak at first. Shen Lang paid it no mind, carrying the three-tailed fox as if walking into a black hole.

Although everyone had witnessed puppet techniques before, this was their first time seeing something like this, including Beiyin.

At this moment, Shen Lang was surrounded by numerous Japanese invaders, who were now relentlessly bombarding the ground with artillery shells, inevitably causing heavy casualties among their own ranks.

“I want to know whether these Dou Di masters have gone to the Great Thousand World or disappeared for some other reason!” Shen Lang said.

Previously, An Yi had believed that the era of cultivation prosperity would inevitably return, and that moment would mark the glorious resurgence of the Lingxi Sect.

The agonized cries continued incessantly, but since they had intended to scheme against Xia Jiugang, they should have been prepared for the consequences of failure.

“Damn it! Shadow Sword, you’ve completely embarrassed Chen Yuan; he won’t let you off!” the Father of God said harshly.

At that moment, Luo Yuanfeng’s voice suddenly rang out, his gaze fixed on Qin Yunling, carrying a hint of solemnity.

This battle was not due to the weakness of the Turkic army but because Shen Lang’s strength had surpassed all ordinary comprehension.

Lang Fei and the others did not rush to attack; instead, after carefully scrutinizing the puppet soldiers, they looked around attentively.

“To revive Hou, you still need to find the Yin-Yang Order. It’s on the altar suppressing the Grand Nether King’s forbidden ground. If you get the chance, retrieve it,” said the Ghost Mother, her eyes sweeping over the two Zombie Ancestors.

Without needing Bai Luo’s explanation, Mu Ningyou and the others already knew what to do. Mu Ningyou’s illness had been cured in just such a manner.

The Tianjiang Sect sought the ancient beast king inheritance of the Ran Yi Beast. As for how they intended to use this legacy from the universe’s strongest creature, that remained unknown.

Born just three or four days ago and already so terrifying—what would it be like upon reaching adulthood? Indeed, it was truly the most fearsome creature in the universe.

The speaker was Master Wang Siye, who hated others using Lin Feng’s arm as leverage because it stirred a deep sense of guilt within him. Before the two matches even began, the air was thick with tension, as if a fight might break out at any moment. However, the tall man sensibly restrained his teammates.

“You came here to handle business, so you must be very busy!” Su Qingxue’s long eyelashes gently lowered, her eyes clear and captivating like autumn waters.

The Dali Bo forces arrived in several contingents, amassing more than thirty thousand men, two-thirds of whom were mounted archers loyal to Shu Lüpíng, Yu Zhujian, and Sha Muhan. Among them, Yu Zhujian and Sha Muhan revered Shu Lüpíng as their deity, obeying all her commands, making her influence and power paramount.

As soon as these words fell, a group of over twenty people suddenly surrounded them. The leader, eyeing the Soul King in Lin Feng’s hand, snatched it away and toyed with it.

Seeing the Feng Shui master from the South Seas, whose once arrogant demeanor had turned into deep respect, the Chinese cultivators were in high spirits.

The direct descendants of Ruoshui wailed loudly; their cries echoed from inside the dormitory to outside, stirring the entire Battle Dragon tribe into a sea of tears.

From that moment, laboratory staff and researchers were prohibited from leaving hyperspace at will. The operations chief established strict schedules for outings and rest, but even until the lab’s closure, less than half the team was allowed breaks.

Suddenly, an inexplicable gust of wind swept through, dispersing the mist instantly, vanishing without a trace.

“March Conjunction!” At that moment, three lunar tribe ephemeral gods gathered together in a straight line, connected by a beam of moonlight.

Twenty-seven submarines assembled along the edge of the virtual sea floor, lined up in a row with torpedoes aimed at the Kunlun ancestral vein, yet no shots were fired—they stood silently like sculptures.

In this moment, all his rage, sighs, struggles, melancholy, depth, tenderness, and obsession appeared utterly genuine.

The tea cup looked exquisitely beautiful, meticulously crafted, with a well-developed patina, as if it had just been unearthed.

Feng Tian’s mood gradually returned to normal; the previous gloom lifted, and his courage grew slightly. However, when he spoke of the spiritual awareness tether, he did not mean his own but rather that of Lü Qingguang.

Along the way, news arrived from Xu Shu: he had joined forces with Liu Xie and was en route to Luoyang. Unfortunately, Cao Cao and his army accompanied them, suggesting an inevitable conflict if they tried to take Liu Xie away.

Silently, a phantom flickered on the wall of the Changsun mansion courtyard, framed by the silver moonlight, mysterious and ethereal, as if a dark elf had descended upon the world.

Half a month later, Fourteen returned to Yin-Yang Mountain, where three hundred disciples had already been gathered, including both Han and barbarian followers.

Qin Jing paid no attention, choosing not to sit opposite Su Ziqin but instead settling into the armchair beside her.

The ruthless primordial beings all looked on with anticipation; even the venerable Amitabha was yearning. The Three Hounds, numerous True Immortals, and the Sovereign Emperor began focusing their gaze on Wanyu’s place of seclusion.

Wanyu approached the fat man, ran his hand over him a few times, then suddenly clenched his fingers, instantly healing the broken ribs.

Perhaps due to news of the Fourth Prince’s arrival, Su Wu returned home early for lunch before the palace dismissed.

Naturally, this was only possible if freedom was not restricted; otherwise, no matter how beautiful the scenery, it would eventually grow tiresome.

Indeed, the giant fungal beasts were born specifically to deal with invaders like the Black Giant.

This situation was undoubtedly favorable for them, but with his younger brother and Xing’er coming, meals wouldn’t be eaten on schedule, dampening his mood somewhat.

After tirelessly attending various major courses, in the afternoon he trained alongside Wang Tao, honing skills in healing flowers and Pipili.

Qin Ershi and Zhao Gao did not punish the two but decreed that the commander at Jiayu Pass, Le Ming, must post the portrait of Young Master Gao on the gate and scrutinize all passersby carefully.

The workforce for construction remained around one hundred thousand, with King Xian mobilizing nearly the entire nation to build the tomb, employing slaves and many local barbarians.

Clearly, this Master Dong intended to incorporate the Taihe Steelworks into his own domain, hence his bold remarks.