Chapter 24

"Although you have consumed a significant amount of wine, given your usual capacity, my lord, it is absolutely impossible for you to be in such a state," Zhu Bao said, shaking his head slightly. In the past, the amount Xiao Yi drank today would have left him only slightly tipsy.

By comparison, his younger sister, Honghua, appeared relatively cold and aloof, always maintaining a stern expression. Yet, deep down, she was quite endearing, and Lin Yifeng always enjoyed bickering with her whenever he had the chance.

A strange, eerie fluctuation permeated the air, seemingly shrouding the entire Far North.

The snow had not ceased, drifting wantonly across the land. The ashes of the burned forest were no longer visible, and Ye Han stood amidst the snow, his gaze fixed on the distance ahead.

High above, these Fire Element soul cultivators gathered like a human wall, weaving a vast net across the heavens and earth, each pouring their strength into it without reservation.

Yet, as Heng Yi gazed at the starry sky, he still could not fully reconcile himself with Bing Li's choice.

Cassidit’s next battle was yet to come. The holographic display showed that, for the moment, no one had conceded despite his victory in the first round. This fighting style lacked a strong deterrent effect, as those who were not personally involved could not grasp its true brilliance and lethality.

The patrol officers discovered Director Xiong’s vehicle shortly after it caught fire. Facing the raging inferno, they were powerless to extinguish it and could only secure the scene until the car was reduced to a hollow shell.

Yang Hongtao’s words directly influenced the commanders of the Fourth and Fifth Companies. Both agreed with Shao Fei’s plan to engage the Japanese in a decisive battle that night; at the very least, a decisive battle offered a glimmer of hope.

The second round had just begun. A full ten thousand people surged forward frantically, all hoping to reach the tenth level as quickly as possible.

It was precisely for this reason that they had come to curry favor, never expecting to arrive at such an inopportune time. With Le Yiyun having departed early and Le Fan in a foul mood, they were left feeling rather humiliated.

The Evil God was filled with fury, but despite his desperate counterattack, the situation was already lost. He was powerless, unable to withstand the divine might of the Dragon Soul, unleashed simultaneously by the Blood Demon Dragon and Lin Chen.

"Woof! Woof-woof-woof-woof!" Suddenly, a black figure leaped into the cave entrance, and the powerful suction force came to an abrupt halt.

Han Wei felt a sense of unease. He wondered if the black shadow he had seen earlier would reappear, hoping against hope that it had merely been a hallucination.

Zhang Chong only understood half of what was said, but the mention of that unprecedented catastrophe weighed heavily on him. Yet, he knew that Shao Fei was a man of strong subjective will; if he could be told something, he would be, and if not, asking was useless.

"Ten minutes remaining!" The dark, golden figure’s tone remained indifferent. Jun Yixiao’s eyelids twitched, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"So, Master, you can witness every stage of Xiaoyouzi’s growth?" Xiaoyouzi finally grasped the profound abilities of Master Ou Ye Minzhi.

Dr. Hu, however, listened to the imperial physician Elder Mao and shook his head thoughtfully. "That is not the point. The key is the impact."

"Correct. The one called Brother Kun was the target of the mission, and you killed him by tearing him apart with the Rubik’s Cube," Li Shuyu said, observing the expression on Chen Feng’s face as if he knew exactly what he was thinking.

Tu Jiao bit her lip, looking at her mother, tears of grievance welling up in her eyes. She fought hard to keep them from falling.

Baili Rou’s belly had grown increasingly large; she instinctively supported it with her hands while walking, and she was exhausted after standing at the courtyard gate for only a moment.

"I am going too," Xu He said immediately. As long as there was still room for survival in the Divine Demon Continent, they had to go; otherwise, they would all perish along with it.

Baili Yun had not been overly concerned at first, but Tuoba Lie’s blunt questioning left her instantly embarrassed and at a loss for how to respond.

Although the first lunar month had passed, the weather remained bitterly cold. While Zhong Xiwang and Zheng Shuguang were not afraid of the chill, Zhong Xiwang worried about Zheng Shuming. She had specifically retrieved two empty saline bottles from the infirmary, filled them with hot water, and sealed them with rubber caps to prevent leaks—perfect for warming Zheng Shuming’s hands and feet.

They were keys—not for a house, but for a car. The prominent Audi logo on them made Fan Ziwei’s heart race.

At her call, a handsome young man dressed in a water-blue gown appeared before her. No, rather, a handsome monk; though the youth was indeed beautiful, he was completely bald.

"Open the door!" A voice of great authority came from outside, one that sounded not to be trifled with. The gatekeeper jolted awake.

Fairy Lingxiang rushed over to catch the falling corpse, a gleam of joy in her eyes. She was the one who had encouraged everyone to come, and she had to preserve this prize to make amends for her mistakes.

Ding Xie walked in wearing silver-gray silk casual wear. With his tall, slender frame, hair tied in a ponytail, and striking facial features, he was a truly eye-catching, handsome man.

The Daohai Zongyuan school still held some sway in the Hubei martial arts scene, if only because Wei Ye and the three Zhong brothers had formed a bond during the incident involving Miao Renfeng’s poisoning.

Watching Zhang Cheng’s second arrow, Protein was immediately defiant. Controlling her tattoos, she made a slight adjustment and fired her own second arrow. However, it veered even further off target than the first.

Wei Ye had little exposure to ancient music and dance, but he had seen various ritual dances—such as the Yi dance in formal sacrifices, the Dragon-Snake dance performed by shamans for rain in folk rituals, and the dances of primitive Shamanism and divine music. Even the *bugang* and *yubu* steps in Taoist rituals could be considered a form of evolving dance.

This elite operative of the Special High Police, who had lost an arm but still refused to retire due to illness, showed no extreme reaction.

Li Bin struck the Blood Emperor’s back with his twin stars. Suddenly, a mist of blood exploded. Amidst the brilliant purple radiance, the Blood Emperor merely gave a soft grunt, then spun around, his blood-red palms—carrying a nauseating, pungent scent of gore—striking toward Li Bin’s chest.

The kayaks used by the Eskimos come in two types: one is an open-top boat, which the Eskimos call a *umiak*.

Her mind felt dull. After a dozen seconds of reaction time, Shi Run took her hands off the table and, beneath it, clenched them until her knuckles turned white.

The garment was wide and oversized, not only ugly in style but also noticeably filthy. More importantly, it offered no defensive capabilities, though miner’s clothing did have one effect: it reduced stamina consumption while mining.