Chapter 24

Yang Qingshan’s body surged with energy, ready to engage in battle at any moment. Through his manipulation of this energy, he sensed that Murong Qiushui behind him was drenched in sweat. Her hands were white and trembling as she carried the coffin, yet she gritted her teeth, refusing to utter a single word of complaint, and persisted in her burden.

Xiao Jun, seeing the white mecha launch another attack on Meng Jiao, knew it was impossible to intervene in time. He had no choice but to use his own body as a projectile, pushing his thrusters to their maximum limit and hurtling toward the white mecha attacking Meng Jiao.

Upon hearing the gunfire, the previously dormant zombies immediately stirred, swarming toward the source of the noise. Along the way, countless soldiers encountered by the horde were swiftly eliminated. "Team One will arrive at the designated position shortly," the team leader shouted into the communicator.

Yet, after a moment of thought, she wondered if it was inappropriate to call now. Would she seem too affected? Or perhaps too proactive? Forget it, she decided, it was better not to call.

"Hahahaha!" A roar of laughter erupted from Mao Rongrong. It laughed until it was breathless, collapsing onto Qing Ling’s shoulder and panting heavily.

Sharp earthen spikes suddenly erupted from the ground before Tian Kongxiang, slicing through the air with a buzzing hum, striking at his chest like streaks of lightning.

With Huang Taiji’s founding of the nation, the Eight Banners troops in Joseon gradually withdrew to Shengjing. Although the Great Qing had a pact with Joseon, the situation clearly showed that they were treating Joseon like a crop of leeks—harvesting one batch, waiting a while for it to grow back, and then returning to harvest once more.

"I am a professional hitman, licking blood off the edge of a blade every day. I have neither the time nor the energy to dwell on such irrelevant matters!" Ouyang Fu cut her off with a harsh tone.

This heavy punch relied entirely on the raw physical strength of his body to clash head-on with the opponent—a technique that would cost him a thousand to kill a thousand. It was unlike the "Overlapping Waves," which relied on releasing waves of energy throughout the entire body to attack.

"It is nothing. Although the Purple Dragon Mercenary Group is a bit overbearing, I do not believe they will go too far against us," Long Yunfeng interrupted Karina.

As the words fell, a crimson brilliance, like a swarm of devils, instantly enveloped Long Yunfeng.

"Mama..." her son, Ling Kai, ran out with terrified eyes, clinging to Zhu Zhu’s leg.

Luo Jinshi had merely lost her child, and by the second day, she seemed much better. Aside from a lingering sense of hollowness in her body, her spirit had recovered significantly.

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The other elders looked upon the sisters, Jin Feng and Huo Feng, with gentle, benevolent expressions, nodding in unison.

Because of the Third Uncle’s arrival, dinner that evening was particularly lavish. Although they usually ate together at one table, the large group made the meal exceptionally lively.

However, since the Commander-in-Chief of the Expeditionary Army insisted on holding the meeting within Dezhou City, it had to be done there. Under the threat of the consequences—two battalion commanders having committed seppuku and one regimental commander being dismissed—the Japanese military spared no cost in leveling Dezhou to the ground.

Ye Canxue tried to project a sliver of his divine sense upon hearing this, but was shocked to discover that the moment his sense left his body, it was instantly obliterated by an invisible force.

"Thank you." Xi Yizheng returned her a faint smile. It was clear that after the exam, she had guessed that her recommendation for admission was secure. Still, having spent two years of high school together, Zhu Qianya was indeed a very good deskmate—kind yet not noisy, and much easier to communicate with than those classmates who were distant to one’s face but gossiped behind one’s back.

General Crab stared in disbelief at the Golden Cudgel that seemed within his grasp. Suddenly, he spat on his two pincers and, using all the inner essence in his body, moved to carry the cudgel.

Now that Yang Ye had taken control of Jianye City, their position was extremely awkward. It was clear they could not choose to defect elsewhere; doing so would not only mean losing their former master but also risking hostility. Even if Yang Ye were to accept them, it would be difficult.

Long Bufan’s cultivation level was not yet very high, so his demonic nature was not yet overwhelming, and he could still control it. However, if this continued for a long time, he would likely be unable to escape the fate of being consumed by his demonic nature.

Although Luo Ya’s opinions were often Felix’s orders, Felix was still the acting commander in practice, and the 135th Regiment had to await his orders.

"Great Monk, since the death of your Great Monk Zhengqing has nothing to do with our Burning Blade Sect, why are you still detaining us and refusing to let us return?"

"Hiccup... does this mean I won?" Qi Tianshou asked foolishly, his face flushed.

"Who is so bold as to summon me, the poor monk, now that I have arrived at Fuling Mountain? I shall see who this is," the fat Daoist shouted—it was the transformation of Tianpeng.

The pig impatiently placed its hand on a red button on the golden cannon, wanting to show off for once.

Leaving that strange stone forest, his divine sense relaxed. Zhang Yang immediately tried to retrieve Zhang Peng’s jade pipa, but he found he could not.

Suddenly, the roots of the ginseng fruit tree seemed to shudder, as if someone had gripped its throat.