Chapter 27

From afar, they caught sight of the massive army commanded by Qin Zheng. The sweeping array of flames filling the sky looked remarkably like the glorious zenith of the era when all true gods still walked the earth.

As the moonlight spilled down, the sight was breathtaking. Strands and beams of silver light descended from the heavens like a divine blessing; every corner and every step seemed consecrated, though whether one remained in the light depended entirely on the contours of the mountains.

With the Dream Team’s forces spread across three fronts, the threat to the enemy heroes was naturally diminished, allowing the enemy to focus their attacks on the "Undead Warrior" with greater confidence.

The two men exchanged insincere smiles before entering the tent one after the other. Moments later, a commotion erupted inside, and when the guards rushed in, they found the two locked in a physical struggle.

As an eyewitness, Wang Ning felt that if not for his long absence, he would never have felt such a poignant sense of time passing and things changing.

Mu Lei was on the verge of tears, his face etched with forced gratitude; if he took off another layer, his upper body would be completely exposed to the elements, and he would surely freeze to death.

If not for Shangguan Fengyun and Shangguan Xue having lived here all their lives, it would have been nearly impossible to find the entrances to those eight outer passages.

Once the fight broke out, he could use Chu Tianze to distract the opponent, seize the spirit swords in the chaos, and then spirit Chu Tianze and the others away to safety.

"In certain circles, they are not emperors, yet they wield power greater than any emperor," Murong Wansha said with a light, indifferent air.

She had intended to discuss Shen Qingyuan with him last night, but in the heat of the moment, it had completely slipped her mind.

The Demon-Locking Chain was a special combat technique developed by the Temple of Light in ancient times to counter the demon race.

We pushed the nanny goat from behind, but she refused to enter the narrow gap and began to bleat, seemingly sensing a total lack of security in that crevice.

Lu Yuanyuan walked to my side from the other direction, her enchanting eyes devoid of any teasing intent from start to finish.

Sheng Bao-Dai rushed over immediately, her eyes rimmed with red. She hugged Sheng Baoling tightly, wanting to speak, but the words were stuck in her throat, unable to escape.

In truth, not every official was willing to take on so many servants; even a landlord’s stores were not inexhaustible. In this era, there were plenty of people starving who would sell themselves into slavery if only someone would have them.

Jiang Yu'er was still waiting for my reply, but my thoughts were in such turmoil that I could not calm down for a long time.

Even though my senses have become exceptionally powerful, that does not mean I can fully rival such beasts in the dead of night.

Sheng Gong was always easygoing and somewhat careless, so when he heard Sheng Baoling’s question, he did not suspect anything else.

Was she truly bewitched by Pei Ci’s good looks, or had she been fed some love potion, causing her emotions to be so effortlessly swayed by him?

"Strange! Why are these beasts not making a fuss today?" Ouyang asked, opening the door with a puzzled expression.

Distraught and finally resolute, Zhao Lu told no one, packed her bags, and slipped out through the back gate of the Royal Mansion, avoiding all the maids and servants.

Gu Ting watched indifferently as the hundreds of people opposite formed an orderly array. The melee forces of Shaolin and the Beggar Sect were in the front, the Ming Cult and Huashan in the center, and the ranged units of Xiaoyao and Wudang followed closely behind. On the outermost perimeter were the Emei disciples, constantly buffing their teammates as various colored lights flickered beautifully.

At this moment, Lin Saisai was truly moved. She bowed deeply to Jiang Chuhan and offered her thanks.

Jiang Chuhan was currently seated in a carriage, escorted by Liu Zeqing’s ten-thousand-strong Yangzhou Prefecture guard, making a grand procession toward Yangzhou.

"How does the distribution route for the local people here work? Do you sell to outsiders or to the locals?" Mu Ran turned to ask the City Lord.

Yu Feili turned and left in a seemingly rude manner, and Hou Yi made no move to stop him, merely letting him disappear from the entrance of the ruined temple as he pleased.

"Sophistry! Do you wish for my master to have no peace!" Chen Renhe roared as he surged forward, striking out with a palm that whistled through the air toward Jiang Chuhan.

"Count, the Henry family keeps its word. We shall never break our promise. If the Weiting family is extinguished, the Luke family will dominate Southern Lorraine." Moore, despite his youth, possessed an indescribable air of weariness. He downed his cup of wine, his demeanor one of total detachment.

With half their oracles lost, the Evil Order tribe was, in the eyes of Fei Yu, little more than their own backyard. With the two main system cities destroyed, there was nothing left in the entire Calando Legend game world to stand between them and Fei Yu.

These "combat auxiliary methods," which originated from unscrupulous tactics, were inherently devious and difficult to defend against. To counter them, one had to remain calm, possess sharp perception, be meticulously attentive, and react to every move with precision.

Watching the fierce battle below, Zong Zhou frowned. He and Zong Miao could not defeat Ye Chen for the time being. If the fighting continued like this, the experts of his Canglan lineage and the demon army of the Wolf King Palace would suffer heavy casualties.

Hou Fangyi clenched his fists, feeling a sense of bottled-up rage. Dammit, he had thought Meng Zexu was just a brute, but he had displayed unexpected quick-wittedness.

Luo Xin said nothing. The White God Sword, even in this day and age, was a top-tier powerhouse. If even such a person could die, how could he possibly guarantee immortality?

Calculated and caught off guard, the ambush by Yamaguchi Toshio and his men achieved maximum effect. Dozens of elite experts from the Macrocosm Gaming Guild, including An Zai-guo, the younger brother of An Zai-jing, died in the first wave of attacks, unable to even use their trump cards for survival.

But what chilled her to the bone was that before these Nine Li tribesmen could react, a terrifying, domineering aura—akin to a monarch descending upon the world—erupted from Wang Yichen.

Beauty Chen pleaded for everything. If the devil could save her, she would beg the devil at this moment. But in response to her words, she received only Zhao Ji’s silence and the triumphant smile of Wanyan Loushi.