February 22nd, 2022

Even with the aid of artillery, it took the Imperial Guard the better part of the night to completely eliminate all the enemies in the valley. Huhebari suggested that Qian Xing wait until daybreak to inspect the spoils of war, but Qian Xing refused.

With a loud thud, blood splattered everywhere; the bastard lying on the ground, beaten to a pulp, passed out cold.

"Hahaha!" Li Shuangcheng laughed heartily. "Sit, sit, everyone, please don't be formal." As he spoke, Li Shuangcheng picked up his wine cup, and the First Protector, Fang Tianyu, immediately grabbed the decanter to fill it for him.

"Then why don't we just go find that actor and capture the Starving Ghost?" Lin Bing asked with a look of naive innocence.

Given Jiang Yuemin's current status and position, there was no longer any need for him to personally travel to the grasslands to deliver goods and collect payments; he sent a trusted steward to lead the team beyond the pass.

"Even I cannot grasp the specific situation of the battle," Shen Lingyun said helplessly in response to Yang Sudeng’s inquiry.

As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Lin Feng not only knew his enemy, but also kept them in the dark about himself, gaining a massive advantage.

Accompanied by a long blast of a whistle, Bo Yuzheng’s special train slowly emerged from the dense fog. Lu Fengyang tightened his coat and stepped forward to meet it.

"Mom, how is Dad?" Yizheng didn't notice her mother’s disappointment; she only asked anxiously.

"Who on earth would have told her? What is she even doing here?" Dazhuang asked with a somber expression.

Until, having once again honorably lost his way to some unknown place, he found the surroundings strangely familiar and quite prosperous.

The group exchanged glances, knowing the situation was not so simple. Sure enough, Hu Lina came running out shortly after, half her face swollen and red, revealing a clear palm print. It seemed Huang Yuanchao had struck her.

"Brother, give me three months' salary in advance," Xie Cheng said, throwing the broken neck of a wine bottle to the ground as he turned to Du Dewei.

The fireball hit the fog-line, instantly emitting a sizzling, explosive sound. The fog-line retracted in a flash, and simultaneously, a ghostly wail emanated from the spectral mist.

As it turned out, Tao Baogui had fallen right onto a sharpened bamboo stake; the sharp wood pierced his body instantly, turning his cry of surprise into a scream of agony.

Beside him, Long Teng frowned; although he appeared composed, he could not hide a flicker of astonishment in his eyes.

"Now that Xiong and Ming have parted ways, what is your take on it?" Xiao Qi’s question was sharp and realistic.

This place was a massive island located in the center of the Sea of Mists. Grey fog shrouded the land year-round, and no normal creature could survive here.

The surrounding soldiers were filled with righteous indignation. When Wen Polu learned that the cavalry sent to the other families had successfully recovered the stolen goods, evidence, and suspects, he ordered all troops to immediately return to the Tongzhou camp with the recovered wealth and prisoners.

"Yo, what kind of hellhole is this?" Xue Ting flicked his large tail, surveying the mist-choked city.

He had originally obtained a treasure, yet he had treated her like a disgusting, sticky plaster to be abused at will. Now that he saw Tada, to be honest, it unsettled him.

"Uncle Zhang, I have it!" With that, Lin Chengshuang unfolded her hand to show the gleaming silver stone to Zhang Daping for a closer look.

"You scared me; I thought you didn't want me in Class A," Wu Sehun patted his chest, lingering fear in his eyes as a meaningful glint flashed through them.

As they spoke, they swarmed toward Xing Mu, and in an instant, Xing Mu and Xing Jue were surrounded by the crowd.

He was a man who should have died, yet the person he both respected and hated had saved him. How could he forget? He had promised to protect the human race and the Great Ancient land in return for that person’s sacrifice. He spent one hundred thousand years in silent healing, only reemerging two hundred years ago when the Demon race’s power pressed down upon the realm.

"You! Let go!" Ye Mo, burning with shame and anger, tried to break free, but given the disparity in their strength, it was all in vain.

"What a piece of junk!" Finally, someone unable to bear the feeling of being watched cursed and raised his blade to hack at the Lady in the mural. After a few strikes, the Lady on the wall was hacked beyond recognition.

Han Enya looked at Miao Kedi with half-belief. It was true—if it were a murderous rampage, there would indeed be no legal responsibility to bear.

They were clever and knew that their current situation was extremely perilous; perhaps someone was watching them, so they dared not act rashly.

These words pulled Huo Fen and the others, who had been dazed and at a loss, back to their senses. They immediately hurried to pay their respects to the old man.

Unfortunately, it was late, and the woods were especially dim. Qi Yang felt a flicker of red before his eyes, but before he could see what it was, the living thing jumped into the endless darkness.

The high-speed rotating military saber emitted a violent buzzing sound, drawing a crescent-shaped silver arc as it flew. The terrifying force sliced the lead zombie in half at the waist, and without a moment’s pause, continued its flight, severing the arm of the zombie behind it.

Yellow is the color reserved for the Imperial family. Only those of royal blood, or those granted special favor by the Emperor, were permitted to wear such a yellow riding jacket.