Chapter 27

Are you trying to spite me? Feng Ling realized this immediately. In fact, both locations had their own pros and cons.

The high level of responsiveness from this "ordinary Great Song citizen" once again baffled the assassin. Wu Song was actually able to dodge sideways, though his arm was still grazed by the blade.

Because they could not turn back, Xu Jiren’s procession took a different route. Unsurprisingly, countless people flooded toward that path, and the wide street was once again packed to the point of stagnation.

This kind of passion—the willingness to repeatedly log in despite the hardships—could be considered the unique sentiment of every DNF player.

Ultraman King nodded slightly to Zoffy, signaling him to leave. Zoffy understood, turned, and departed.

Lin Xiao stepped forward and touched the bicycle. This meant that while Suzuha had been in Akihabara these past few days, this already one-of-a-kind bicycle had existed in two instances simultaneously.

Soya snapped his fingers, quite satisfied with his creation. After re-checking to ensure there were no issues and that it wouldn't explode, he finally clicked the "Welcome" button on the system interface.

"Trying it out with actual physical activity confirms it; there is definitely something very strange about this place," Rama said.

Boom! With a violent crash, the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda collided with the giant axe swung by the Six-Eared Ape Lord. Instantly, the five-colored aura of laws outside the pagoda became unstable.

"In that case, we need to go up together to divert the enemy's attention—in other words, draw all their fire—leaving only one person to surprise and eliminate the commander of that massive warship," Gauss proposed his view.

He narrowed his eyes and took a sip of wine. His movements appeared leisurely, but only he knew that his heart was not at ease; he was even a bit nervous.

Qi Heng had left, and Chu Tao’s figure was no longer in sight. On Black Stone Cliff, only Leng Fengyi remained, accompanied by a pile of broken zither fragments. The peace that Chu Tao thought she could gain by retreating never arrived for her. Leng Fengyi knew that everything was far from over.

There were many high-level Sword Masters in the coalition now. Aside from Werner and the two others who had soaked in the Moon Well—ensuring they could reach Sword Venerable status without the Supreme Potion—there were several other members whose own talents limited them, making it very difficult to break through to the Sword Venerable rank.

Everyone saw that Yu Ting was dead, and they thought Xiao Yan was just spouting nonsense. They looked at Xiao Yan with skeptical eyes.

It must be said that Liu Yunchang truly felt a deep, heartfelt regret at this moment. Especially when he closed his eyes and rested his head on his knees, with the image of Yao Hanzhuang’s wife’s distraught expression and his child’s clear, pure eyes appearing before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt.

As he spoke, he lowered his head to wipe away the tear stains on his face. When he was with her, he could always be himself—no need to force a smile, no need to put on a mask.

"This is strange. I only made enemies with the Divine Palace after I entered the Death Forest. If they wanted to deal with me, they could have done it openly; why go through all this useless trouble?" Xiao Yan expressed his confusion.

His eyes were slightly bloodshot, his withered yellow hair stained with specks of blood, and several droplets of blood splattered across his high cheekbones. His chest rose and fell slightly, and the hand gripping his long spear trembled, with droplets of blood slowly sliding down the sharp tip.

This fellow was actually quite civic-minded. Unable to bear the thought of constantly traveling between the Liberation Monument and the trash can, he simply stood next to the bin. Those in the know understood he was waiting for someone; those who didn't might have thought he was guarding the trash can, waiting for passersby to drop off bottles and cans.

Above the medicine cauldron, the crimson firelight seemed to be a warning, cautioning Guo Lin to control the energy of the flames. A faint fragrance drifted from the cauldron. This was a sign that the pill embryo was beginning to form. Guo Lin felt a surge of joy, yet he continued to control the heat with great care.

Regardless of whether it made sense, Liu Rong was convinced that He Feng was just too embarrassed to tell him he had someone he liked.

She was vaguely cracking melon seeds; with every seed she cracked, her delicate neck would twist as she spat out the shell.

Looking at the situation in the arena surrounded by silver pillars, the elderly man dressed in dark brown robes—the renowned Elder Fang An, a consultant at the Spirit Herb Valley—seemed quite familiar with the two figures from whom the old voices emanated, as if they shared a deep friendship.

The crimson lamp swayed unsteadily, casting blurry shadows and radiating waves of quite powerful soul energy, freezing the incessant howling of the wind in the surroundings.

A Guo remembered that young, polite, and gentle boy; his expression also held an indescribable bitterness.

With blood-red eyes, Zhang Yan stared at Gu Qingfeng’s smug face. A low roar escaped his throat, and ignoring the other’s words, he lunged forward with explosive speed.

These few sentences were the same; there was nothing strange or particularly special about them.

Feeling Su Zhong’s sinister expression, Zeng Yan couldn't help but frown slightly. A sense of foreboding rose in his heart, as if some extremely terrifying thing was making his heart tremble. But immediately, he forcibly suppressed this inexplicable feeling of dread.