Chapter 59

If only I could get my hands on a congenital magical treasure. Unfortunately, such items are bound by destiny and exceedingly difficult to acquire, let alone trying to forge one oneself.

In late autumn, the days are short, and the sky darkened just past the hour of Shen. Nan Feng began to look around, searching for a place to stay.

"Qingluo, do you still hold a prejudice against me because of that incident?" Fendai wore no expression, her gaze not cold, yet carrying an unusual tenderness.

Sensing closely, he found eighteen steel spikes piercing his entire body, locking away Lin Yong's freedom like the most impregnable cage.

She blew a breath; a Sword Immortal born of clear Qi and a Demon General born of turbid Qi materialized to obstruct Qi Qi's onslaught.

The supreme magical treasure, the Banner of Myriad Beasts, became even more formidable after he infused it with the spiritual souls of multiple primordial fierce beasts such as Yazi and Zhuyan. To say nothing of four Nascent Soul cultivators, it could easily subdue four Deity Transformation cultivators. However, the Myriad Beasts banner was his ultimate trump card, and he preferred to keep it in reserve unless absolutely necessary.

Han Ke carried Li Feier back to her room and settled her down, then quietly pulled the door closed as he walked out. Returning to the threshold of his own room, he took a deep breath, shifted his intent, and lifted the Soul-Fixing Spell.

Moreover, Xie Ji could deduce that since the opponent managed to arrive here at this exact time, it was by no means a mere coincidence. They were likely a hidden piece left behind by the Annihilation Sect to prevent any unexpected developments. At this thought, Xie Ji glared with vexation at He Yan, who had already been crippled by Feng Da.

"Clear the mind and see one's true nature!" Nalan Feixue keenly perceived Xintian's formless transformation, a flash of pleasant surprise surfacing in her eyes.

The hearts of the two were currently churning violently with overwhelming impact. In particular, the might of a congenital martial artist—who could actually absorb spiritual energy, form a sea of Qi, and master arcane arts—was truly something to yearn for.

"Let me help you resolve the trouble right in front of you first, and I will explain the details to you in a moment." Mo Ran wiped away her tears and produced the exorcism spray.

"Damn it," he thought, fortunately wearing a mask to shield his face, otherwise one could be certain his complexion was darker than ink at this moment.

Having built the Abyssal Mask, Galio's health pool already exceeded two thousand. Yet, merely taking a single critical basic attack from Li Qianchou's jungler Graves caused his health bar to instantly plummet by two-fifths, coming within a hair's breadth of being halved in a single shot.

While pinching Hai Yan's hand, Gao Shan wore a benevolent smile. At any other time, this smile would have appeared entirely normal, but in the present context, it carried an ulterior motive and a seductive aura.

As the sole towering presence on the court, Gobert's control over rebounds was effortless and absolute! Green's secret to rebounding relied primarily on boxing out, physical confrontation, and vertical leap speed to compensate for his height disadvantage. Yet, Gobert possessed all of these traits in equal measure.

By then, Riven would never take the risk of trading back while sitting at half health, only to be completely comboed and finished off. Should Riven then freeze the wave, he truly would be left with zero options.

For the Satanic Demon Cult to return to the continent, it should have been a thorough and merciless purge. Now that things were deadlocked, what was the meaning of this?

"Actually, it is quite simple. To explain it, it is the tactic of luring the enemy deep. Once we pre-design traps and snares, and the enemy forces fully enter the city, they will inevitably suffer fifty percent casualties from those very traps. Then the military strategist will surely understand how this plays out," Yu Tianxiang said with a slight smile.

With a slight step aside by Haben, an adventurer draped in priestly robes, crowned with a hood, and clutching a withered wooden staff materialized before Lily and the Dark Priest.

Meanwhile, Shangguan Ruoxue, who had fled the Prince's Estate that night, relied solely on her own foot stamina to reach this city of Liu'an.

Furthermore, what terrified him even more was how real that dream felt—so vivid that he could scarcely distinguish between reality and illusion.

Within his field of vision, the scenery ahead seemed to be drifting away, yet he dared not stop.

Yan Qinge and Shangguan Xunyue had departed for quite some time, but Lian Qingruo kept her gaze fixed outside the doorway in deep thought. Seeing her like this, Liu Tinglan could not help feeling a spark of curiosity.

"Before the top ten of the Dream Class fought against your Prison Class, I had already foreseen your ten consecutive losses through astrology, something they all know," said Fu Tianxiang.

In the blink of an eye, layers of dark Qi enshrouded their bodies, transforming into a thick and solid suit of armor. Every nether soldier was clad in heavy armor, wielding a long spear, with a precious sword girded at the waist, and stood over eight feet tall. Among them, three thousand nether soldiers materialized nether steeds, constituting a cavalry from the underworld.

Quan Yi silently ate his meal, maintaining his good habit of remaining silent while dining. Cheng Luoqian picked up his chopsticks, poking around and picking at food he neither liked nor found palatable.

Within the narrow corridor, Lian Qingjuan wore a faint smile as she passed one dark or brightly lit prison cell after another. Having heard the prisoners' pleas for mercy and cursing so often, she actually found it rather tedious. The curses were always the same few phrases; she was sick of hearing them, completely devoid of any fresh vocabulary.

Hearing him state that Hua Ying, the former mistress of the Moving Flower Palace, was actually his deceased wife Liu Ruoshan knew for a fact that everything he said was the absolute truth.

Though her heart constantly fretted over Gu Caizhi's safety, Feng Yusheng had not brought Gu Caizhi up, and Lian Qingjuan dared not broach the subject herself. Otherwise, appearing overly impatient would only allow Feng Yusheng to hold a tighter grip over her.

The temperature dropped unawares, and the ginkgo leaves imperceptibly turned yellow and drifted down. Everything seemed silently premeditated, yet followed the natural seasonal flow—abrupt and unexpected, yet leaving one with no choice but to accept it.

Watching the carload of passengers display a mixture of reluctance and resignation after finishing yet another promotional video, forced to disembark despite themselves, he nearly laughed out loud. He then swaggered over to the display screen in full view of everyone, found a comfortable spot to sit down, and immersed himself in binge-watching.

"What if you do? Any entity with an understanding of our metallic lifeforms knows this secret! However, do you possess the capability to unearth our life cores?" the middle-aged silver metallic lifeform demanded in a cold tone.