Twenty-four whales

"Tch." Seeing this, Lian could not help but click his tongue. Although he knew that Maeve was the reason the World Tree was so vibrant, he still found his hands clenching tightly at her current actions.

To discard a phone used for contacting superiors so casually on a table—it would be difficult for anyone else to comprehend, especially during such a tumultuous time.

Lu Tianlong and Mr. Jack were stunned by Lin Xingchen's question, unable to utter a word.

"Don't worry. How about I go with you?" When she said this, Ye Suman was not thinking of anything in particular; she simply felt a sense of panic at the way he appeared.

Nanke Rui and Nanke Zhan observed the expressions and movements of the group. They exchanged a glance, both feeling satisfied. If any treachery were to arise under these circumstances, the two of them would eliminate the perpetrators immediately to ensure the family was not destroyed.

In the wooden hut opposite, Luo Xingyi aimed his grenade launcher at the hut situated diagonally across from him.

With that, Xu Huan prepared to leave; she had no intention of telling Yun Hao anything about the slaughter.

"Excellent!" Yes, that was the moment he had been aiming for. It was obvious that the low wall in front of him could not withstand this attack, but... he had never intended for the wall to block the strike from the very beginning.

Some say this should have been the War Venerable's most glorious battle, yet he was left in shambles and utter disgrace by Qin Tian, who possessed the Heavenly Thunder Body.

Nanke Rui patted Qiu Luo on the shoulder, turned around to find a secluded spot, and vanished from the Xinglei Island space.

"Hmph." Avance muttered to himself. Sure enough, there was a terrifying force on this iron cage suppressing his own power. While this force was not magical energy, it possessed a formidable defensive quality, much like a barrier.

He found the situation far too coincidental. With such capabilities, the Fairy Clan member should have been held in high regard; how could they have fallen to the point of extinction or defected to humanity? Yet, he could be certain this individual was not a member of the Bandit Alliance, and thus should have no ties to someone like Sara, who had betrayed the honor of their race.

The True Monarch, however, was not one for meticulous grooming. He wore a Taoist headcloth, a tattered robe, a hemp rope as a belt, and straw sandals—nothing more. His sleeves were stained with oil; a truly slovenly deity.

Will had intended to meet the Okin commander who had directed today's resounding victory, but the messenger returned to report that the Okin camp had been sealed off. Not only was entry prohibited, but the messenger himself had been turned away.

With matters concluded, the group bid farewell to Li Song and Yun Xiao, returning to their respective residences. Li Song watched their departing figures in silence.

So far, they had encountered two exceptionally powerful human teams. What on earth was happening? The Phantom Angel wondered to herself: would they run into a third?

Yu Yitian stared at the four magic stones. They were within arm's reach, yet he could only look and not take them. If he took them, Avance and the others would ask what he needed them for. He couldn't very well say he was taking them to battle, could he? Who fights with magic stones? Damn, only I would. Yu Yitian thought bitterly.

Zhuang Wangu walked slowly toward the city ramparts where the Jade Emperor stood. He carried no hint of killing intent. Zhuang Wangu and the Jade Emperor were not rivals—they never had been, not since that meeting at Yaochi. The Jade Emperor stood on the ramparts, waiting for Zhuang Wangu to ascend.

These were the demons of the Quran. The Khanate warriors did not understand Chinese, and the name "Iron Guards of the State" was far too cumbersome, so they substituted it with the familiar term, "Dark Devils."

"Policy, be careful of your own safety," Luo Chengzhong and Huang Tiexin called out in unison.

As for the others, they were either dead or gasping their last breaths, crouching silently on the ground, motionless.

Nangong Jinghong had no idea that this single action of his had caused Chu Qinghan to mentally sentence him to death.

Song Fusheng patrolled the area and felt the number of people was low. When he reached the stables, he realized the crowd was far too thin.

Bound tightly by the Immortal-Binding Rope, Kun was filled with frustration. Damn it! Long Zhibo hadn't mentioned there were other experts at Xing Mountain! He had been careless.

The group exchanged glances, sensing the scent of a conspiracy in the news, as if a web had been spread before them, waiting for them to walk right in.

Ding Jian had been walking before the throne for a long time, and he had to admit, he hit the mark—the Emperor truly appreciated such arrogance. He would rather have someone proud who might make a mistake than someone who never stepped forward.

Although other companies had pushed some people in, their appearances were quite high-quality and fit the characters in the script, so Zhou Yuxiang was fairly satisfied with the production.

However, stimulated by the intense scent of blood, the swarms of magic lizards lunged forward as if they feared no death.

Without needing to be told, Yue Ying already felt a strange power emanating from behind the waterfall. It was not one of the seven elements, but an indescribable killing intent that made the hair on her arms stand up.

After dividing the medicinal pills, the meeting dispersed. The others left, leaving only Wei Tianlun, Wei Yunan, and Wei Suonan in the room.

However, in Doro's eyes, this sudden change did not yet count as true strength; after all, such mastery of weapons required the tempering of time.

Scythe Li watched Wei Feng, his slightly bloodshot eyes narrowed. A cold glint flashed. His teammates had always said he was a madman when fighting to the death, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that the thin, frail young man before him was the true madman.