62. Golden Digizoid of Time

"It really did evolve." Seeing the opponent pull out the D-3 Digivice, Tai had already anticipated this scene unfolding.

Earlier, through the Digi-Egg, Tai had clearly seen that Gabumon first evolve into a quadrupedal wolf-like form within it, then into a bipedal werewolf, and finally transform into the golden battle wolf that now broke out of its shell.

Starting from Gabumon, it had undergone three evolutions, which meant...

"Is this a Mega form?"

Yet now, she had only recovered to the second layer of the Life and Death Realm, and rushing straight into the Flame and Yellow Sword Sect at this time was no different from walking right into the tiger's den.

She believed that Chu Nian specifically making a phone call to ask about the photograph couldn't possibly be just to inquire about that picture; he must have had other things to say, right?

The people around, observing Zhou Dongping's reaction, all understood his intentions, and their gazes turned strange and sympathetic.

Hearing Sister Chen's voice, An Lan finally snapped back to reality, her pretty face blushing, and she hurriedly climbed off Tang Luo.

As he spoke these words, Ruan Zhinan's face was filled with composure. During these days in the vast desert, he seemed to have matured a great deal, not only in appearance but also in spirit.

Lin Yu cast a glance at the glowing stone pillars ahead, then connected it to the starry galaxy within his sea of consciousness—could it be that he had unlocked some kind of seal symbolizing his identity?

"Brother Long, will we ever meet again?" Walking him all the way up to the highway bridge, Zhang Meng was reluctant to say goodbye.

For several days in a row, she had been waiting for Qu Zongrong's arrival and Shan Qin'er's awakening, sometimes even running to the door in the middle of the night just to take a few glances.

Although Blaze had only been in contact with them for a short few days, she knew inside and out which of them was honest and which was slippery.

Just as she was thinking this, the sound of a car stopping suddenly rang out from outside the door, and she knew Tang Tianfang had returned.

It was just a fleeting meeting, followed immediately by parting. Leng Yan stood by the campfire, watching Yi Rong's figure vanish into the Misty Forest.

She could not forget the expression on Li Shaoyan's face at the Li family cemetery; amidst the mocking gazes of the Li family members, the anger, grievance, and deep-seated guilt he buried within could only be met with his tightly clenched fists.

Not to mention that Luo Xun only produced one painting a year, he was also his rival in love. Asking him to go begging for a painting was completely out of the question.

What Leng Yan found most unbearable was not just the sheer number of these creatures, but that they possessed sharp fangs and would try to sneak up and suck blood whenever they brushed past someone.

Such a pair of eyes—they hadn't even noticed them before, which was truly strange. And now, as they looked into those eyes, they found it somewhat difficult to pull their gaze away.

Their faces were very close, her breath brushing against his ear, and the scorching, tender tone sent an inexplicable, light shiver through her, leaving her body feeling numb and tingling all over.

However, there were also those who were unwilling to leave the Fallen Realm, such as the Second Divine Lord, Feng Bu. His strength was already half a notch higher than Li Tian, which allowed him to hide himself very deeply in Li Tian's presence.

A jolt of panic struck her heart, and she inexplicably felt that this place was somewhat bizarre. Master, Master?? She shouted inwardly several times without hearing a reply. Could it be that she had been poisoned? Only by falling unconscious would she fail to sense her Master.

This old man was truly asking for a beating; he was simply finding all sorts of twisted ways to torment her behind the scenes, and she was well aware of it.

"Weren't you being hypocritical? Looking at your answer, you seem to lack even the slightest bit of confidence!" Li Erlong deliberately twisted his mouth, shook his head, and said.

Although this banquet was meant to host guests, the fact that someone could completely disregard the ancestor of the True Martial Sect provoked Yang Yunting's genuine fury.

"What is there to fear? This is the First Immortal Realm, not the Third Immortal Realm!" Qi Youlong shouted in a low voice, pushing past Wenren Jingyu's obstruction to enter.

Zheng Hua curled his lips, "Brother-in-law, the atmosphere for watching the game here is so awesome. There probably aren't any sports bars like this on the mainland, right?" Feeling annoyed, he couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks, slapping the other person's face right in front of them.