Chapter 31

"Necromancer? Since you are so eager to die, I will grant your wish ahead of schedule." The leader of the evil spirits flicked its claws, and eight thorns of resentment instantly manifested, lunging fiercely toward the Necromancer.

Unless an album of comparable quality appears on the market, these two albums could continue to sell well until next year.

He reached out and gently stroked the three trophies; their cold touch told him this was no dream—everything was real.

"What do you plan to do with the dead?" Seeing that concealment was futile, I took the initiative to ask.

This shop is located at the westernmost end of the eastern section of North Sea Street. The entire street is lined with high-end brand stores, and with a highway right next to it, the transportation is extremely convenient.

"Speak, what do you want me to help you with?" Seeing the hangman ghost's look of utter despair, I couldn't help but ask out of pity.

Lei Chen smiled. This was a good thing; reaching the Spirit Quenching stage meant Lei Anguo had gained eighteen more years of life. Given his aptitude, as long as he practiced diligently during these eighteen years, breaking through to the Golden Core stage was within reach.

He hurriedly grabbed a basketball and handed it to Zhang Ruofeng, asking him to grip it with one hand, which Zhang Ruofeng did with ease.

This blood was not a healthy red; it looked as if it had been polluted, with a murky black tint mixed into the crimson liquid.

She was in desperate need of money. If she were to increase his burden further because of her own "ideals," she would feel truly ashamed.

"Dammit! It's gray and hazy in the daytime, and the tunnels are pitch-black, clearly designed to damage players' eyesight. Plus, digging so many holes in one province would cause a collapse, wouldn't it!" Xiang Shaomu swept aside the clutter covering the floor of his path and walked over to the computer.

The seven members of the Xiongbing Company, plus a monkey, returned to the hillside to find that the two soldiers driving the off-road vehicle were indeed still there.

"Heh, a primary Fireball Talisman? Such a probing tactic is too amateurish; it might be worth something if you had a few hundred." A sneer appeared on Fairy Yunmeng's face; she was not at all surprised by Chen Yuan's sneak attack. With a wave of her long sword, a green blade of light shot straight toward the fireballs.

Its organizational structure combined a loose school-like system with a broad hierarchical framework. Apprentices receiving instruction could gradually rise to become voting elites, and eventually enter the decision-making layer to become one of the twelve Thrones. The leader among the Thrones was known as the Fire-Bearer, who was also recognized by the outside world as the leader of Olympus.

Now, without a scapegoat, he had to face the enemy head-on with no room for maneuver. How could the monk Kasyapa not be filled with hatred?

Chen Yuan laughed up at the sky; after this successful Foundation Establishment, his chances of seizing the Five Thunder Dao Laws had increased significantly.

Just as the members of the Central Team had secured their two mechs and four off-road vehicles, taken their positions, and fastened their safety harnesses, the landing craft jolted. It felt as if it had been grabbed by a massive mechanical arm and loaded onto the mothership.

The gray-clad man felt a stir of excitement. Could this person truly change everything here? Restore it to its original state? This was what he had dreamed of his entire life. Did this demon god before him really intend to change this world? Or did he have some ulterior motive? The arrival of that person millions of years ago had brought catastrophe, turning this place into a hell.

That evening, at Liu Chuang's suggestion, the group held a victory banquet. It was to celebrate both the victory in the Tianhe Battle and their collective promotions. Even Zhao Xin, who had been the most frustrated, now had an opportunity to level up, with a good chance of significantly increasing his combat strength.

"Senior, do you think that with our meager strength, we can obtain the Demon Emperor's Heaven-Shaking Sword?" Du Yu’s expression remained unchanged as he smiled and shook his head.

Finally, the game ended with Gu Bei's defeat. The two watched in anticipation as he picked up the coffee. Behind the counter, Xia Hai and Sister Jing also quietly poked their heads out.

There was no help for it; anyone who saw a guiding light ahead only to discover it was merely a mirage would inevitably feel a wave of disappointment.

Lin Ying smiled. After all, there were many friends from the past, and mentioning them one by one was too much trouble, and he was always short on points.

They did not charge toward the back slope of the sand ridge as we had expected, but instead sprinted along the sandy slope toward the other side.

Although Randolph had seen it several times, he still stared at the piece of parchment on the table with an expression of disbelief, like a child lost in a magical ocean who had completely forgotten where he was.

This is the gap between the nobility and the commoners; at any time, when a commoner meets a noble, they should take the initiative to greet them.

This fellow had been tailing them the entire time, and even the Queen Ant hadn't noticed—or perhaps she had, but simply chose not to call him out.

This was an insurmountable chasm, and for Du Yu to try to cross it in a mere ten months seemed like an impossible task.

For many years in the past, he had pretended not to see this affection. Firstly, he did not want their relationship to change, and secondly, he always believed that Su Yiqing deserved a broader sky.

Wen Moshu would never have said such things while sober and avoiding alcohol, and the atmosphere suddenly turned stiff and stagnant.

Everyone was stunned; neither the formation nor the slogans gave any clue as to who these people were. But Qi Man noticed that Feng Minzhi was so shocked he stood frozen like a wooden chicken.