Chapter 51

Anran looked around. The surroundings were entirely smooth ice surfaces without even a single place to get a grip. What possible solution could there be?

Just as Nangong Bai finished speaking, the steward had already briskly jotted things down. Nangong Bai glanced over and saw that the imperial family was casually recorded in a corner. The top three mercenary corps listed ahead of them were the Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps, the Blade Mercenary Corps, and the的风云 (Wind and Cloud) Mercenary Corps—likely the result of a preliminary strength assessment conducted by the Mercenary Guild in advance.

However, looking at Yang Jiandong's pale, exhausted, and sallow face, I suddenly felt that at this moment, the person sitting beside me was not a young man in his early thirties, but an elderly man with white hair.

She was not angry at Cai Qin's approach; she merely thought Cai Qin's method was utterly brainless. Or perhaps Cai Qin thought this could give her a stern warning and establish dominance?

Fortunately, having experienced it once already, I had developed a good way to cope with this method. Overall, although we were in a disheveled state, we managed to endure it. Yet, after this round of attacks, the Demon King's expression suddenly turned gloomy and cold.

Although my heart found it somewhat unbearable, I still clenched my fists tightly and once again followed Difa into the mortal world.

"They've come out? Really or not?!" Anran gradually regained his senses, his bright eyes flickering with astonishment, seemingly carrying a trace of doubt.

Among them, the most crucial question was why so many forces were descending upon the mortal realm. What on earth existed in this world that was attracting them so powerfully?

Anran's frown grew tighter and tighter. He tried to restrain himself, but in the end, he failed to hold back. He no longer held any romantic feelings for Xiao Qing, but seeing Zhao Xuelan act so arrogant made his blood boil with anger.

Caught up in her excitement and growing a bit uninhibited, she reached out to poke him a few times, only for Zhulin to dodge in time, a flash of regret crossing her face.

Learning that Lady Zhurong and Lord Dailai had returned, Meng Huo, who was still recovering from his injuries, hurried out to welcome them.

Meanwhile, in the [Land of Desires], the procession escorting the Orc prisoners set off once again, clanking along toward its designated destination.

Aside from themselves, everyone wearing a mask had their mental state compromised; it was even highly probable that they were testing whether this gadget had any psychological impact on their own minds.

"Basically not. Do you really wish for me to be like that?" Chun pricked up her ears and put on a stern face.

Xia Wan directly took her clothes and found an intersection along the garment street to set up a stall. Several other vendors were already there shouting out to peddle their goods, with pedestrians occasionally stopping to make purchases.

Beneath a night sky strewn with morning stars, colorful fireworks burst everywhere. Amidst the "bang, bang, bang" sounds of the explosions and the flashing lights, the sky above the unlit Li family courtyard seemed veiled by a thick curtain of darkness, creating a suffocating and oppressive gloom.

This was the final night before their departure, and Sheldon once again attempted to teach Merlin how to control his own magic.

However, hearing only a cry of agony, the expected pain never arrived. He opened his eyes cautiously to see a man in white standing before him.

Within this courtyard filled with antique charm, Ye Lan felt as though she had traveled back in time to ancient days. This place resembled the sprawling estate of imperial nobility, and she was merely a visiting guest.

"Wife, you don't need to rush so much. It's our own company anyway; being a few minutes late doesn't matter. Eat your breakfast first," Ji Heng said with a helpless yet doting smile blooming on his face.

Yet everything was already too late. As soon as they charged out, they were blasted away by a violent surge of cultivation energy, ultimately crashing heavily beside the giant tiger, unable to move a muscle.

The Doudou in his hand was simultaneously tossed into the air. The moment that figure landed and transformed back into Mo Yiming, the item instantly flew back into Mo Yiming's Baichuan pouch.

With a heavy "thud," he collapsed to the ground, no longer possessing the strength to continue fleeing. Staring at Mo Yiming and holding onto a final sliver of hope, he used his remaining will to summon a bamboo slip from his Baichuan pouch. The slip looked utterly ordinary; if encountered by an ordinary person, they wouldn't even bother to pick it up.

Many people, whether standing upon the sea, amid lakes, or deep within valleys, looking down into the unfathomable depths, would invariably feel an indescribable sense of terror and dread—as if fearing that some colossal beast lurked within the profound abyss, capable of swallowing them whole.

Along the confrontation line, countless artillery pieces and combat vehicles hidden within bunkers rolled out into the open. At a single command, they would unleash the empire's wrath and deal a devastating blow to the Crusaders a hundred kilometers away.

Noticing the hostility from Zhixin and the others, Bai Ze naturally understood that they still could not accept living in peace with demons, so he could only try his best to prevent that hostility from escalating further.

There was no help for it; the fans were quite enthusiastic. These top experts signed autographs one after another, taking over ten minutes to finish.

The secret arts used to instantly boost one's strength were hardly unfamiliar to Bai Ze, who had once served as a Quasi-Sage of the Demon Clan, yet he knew that such techniques almost always came with severe backlash and lingering side effects.

Yan Guanqing's slender, tightly clenched fist suddenly snapped open, using spiritual energy to block Lv Qiu-gong's lightning strike. Crossing his arms, he whirled his palms, ruthlessly executing a lethal move.

Jiang Jing glanced at Mozǐyu, a triumphant smile curving the corner of his mouth. Still holding Liu Yiyi hostage, he slowly walked toward the exit of the pleasure house, while Mozǐyu and Qian Hongyi closely followed him step by step.

Lu Yinyin had been immensely proud of herself, but the appearance of the man filled her heart with panic. She had originally thought she could resolve the matter swiftly and cleanly, keeping it hidden from the man's notice. Even if someone later realized something was amiss and suspected her, as long as tangible proof was lacking, it wouldn't count as a settled fact.

Tu Fu's given name was Fu Tu-ming, formerly the deputy leader of the Hook Sickle Mercenary Corps and a Seven-Star Warrior. A year ago, following a dispute with Corps Leader Zhao Lian, he left the mercenary corps taking a faction of subordinates with him, and his whereabouts had been unknown ever since.

"Uh... it seems there aren't too many similarities," Wan Bingtian murmured thoughtfully before slowly speaking.

Fanfan was quite well-behaved. Seeming to know that she was staying at someone else's house and causing an inconvenience, she walked up to Fan Yu and politely said, "Thank you."

Wen Qing felt somewhat at a loss, and could only slowly approach Helian Hao. Ah, how could this man possibly be this strikingly handsome?

"You..." Mo Yongte almost broke his composure in a split second, but managed to forcibly hold it back at the very last moment. Taking several deep breaths, he began again.

The supreme illusion technique of the Demon Clan cared nothing for the strength of the victim's cultivation technique; it distinguished only whether there was fear residing within their heart.

This Senior Schoolmate Li was the boyfriend of the senior schoolmate from the English department three years ago. Senior Schoolmate Gu was truly reliable, actually bringing down the person Lu Fan wanted to see.