Chapter 59

With a sudden blur, all the surrounding scenery vanished instantly from his sight. What appeared before Fang Yun was a structure resembling a closed bird's nest, yet far more complex.

"This is... the laws of the Saint Realm are collapsing!" Link immediately realized what was happening and furrowed his brow. He still had a few questions he wanted to ask Yukari, and the timing of this collapse was utterly terrible.

Suddenly, a dull metallic clash echoed from a few miles away, followed instantly by a piercing wolf's howl that soared into the sky.

As old rivals and archenemies, Milsar and Semir not only had similar names, but their combat styles also mutually restrained and probed each other. Neither needed to hide any trump cards from the other, and they unleashed their ultimate techniques right at the start.

Seeing that the boat had sailed far away, Lin Qi flicked his wrist, stuffing all twenty large cargo ships into his World Ring. He finally began to appreciate the benefits of that old bastard Altut; at least the three spatial rings inherited from their Soul God Cult were deeply satisfying to him.

The Tauren was startled out of his wits, roaring in fury as he swung his giant axe to parry while rapidly retreating. No one knew what had gone wrong with the Elephantman. The blood-red light from the youth's eyes had surged into the Elephantman's eyes, but this was completely shielded by the Elephantman's massive physique, leaving no one to notice that the youth had tampered with him.

He only unleashed this ability in times of crisis, and only he was capable of wielding such divine power.

I asked if it tasted good. Sister Lan nodded and said it was delicious, then asked if I wanted some. I immediately shook my head like a rattle-drum and said I wouldn't eat any.

The most terrifying part was that when the Father God's Sigh made contact, a new qualitative change occurred once again, multiplying its power by an even more horrific magnitude.

After all, the various secret weapons and foundations of the High Elf Kingdom had already been destroyed. In a war devoid of powerful weapons, not even a peak ninth-tier powerhouse could guarantee they could turn the tide, especially since both sides possessed ninth-tier powerhouses.

"Ji... Ji..." she murmured dazedly, sleep-talking in a soft and tender voice that was difficult to make out clearly. Yet, this sound reached Yin Erosion's ears with absolute clarity.

This was the most powerful location in the entire province, as well as the stronghold of the top family, the Nangong family. Even the city lord was a member of the Nangong family.

Everyone instantly pieced together the relationships involved here, a look of sudden realization dawning on all their faces.

The master of the Seventh Pavilion even thought to himself that as a dignified cultivator at the high stage of the Half-Saint realm, even without the aid of that miraculous transparent pearl, he could only scan an area of just over a mile. If it were a cultivator lower in realm than himself, he shuddered to think how terribly low their chances of survival would be.

However, after Wu Shannan took a bite, she cast aside all reserve and cried out, "Wow, it's so delicious!" In a flash, she joined the ranks of the foodies.

The Merfolk waved a hand and said, "Do as you see fit." Without paying further attention to Li Lanfang and the others, she headed straight for the flagship.

"This subordinate will definitely not fail the mission!" That declaration was exceptionally sonorous—it was filled with passion yet restrained, representing a loyal heart that grieved for its master's sorrow and rejoiced in its master's joy.

With this thought, a faint smile emerged on the middle-aged man's lowered face. After all, Kunlun had sent some favors over, and he had long since found the Treasure Pavilion an eyesore anyway.

Having traveled a long way, she felt somewhat fatigued. Leaning against a thick lateral branch, she listened to the conversation taking place inside the house.

The rain outside grew heavier, and the world turned a hazy grey. The light in the corridor became even dimmer as Leizheng Long and I curled up by the door, remaining silently mute.

The serpentine creature wriggled its body and quickly slithered away, its crawling posture resembling that of a snake. Cui Feng did not pursue; the darkness was fraught with danger everywhere, and to press forward rashly would be no different from seeking death.

"Have you been caught in the rain these past few days, and failed to get a single good night's sleep?" Dong Zhanyun continued to press. Liu Jingshui was too weak to reply and had fallen into a deep, heavy sleep. Dong Zhanyun called out a few times without getting a response, so he had no choice but to temporarily settle Liu Jingshui inside a cave.

"What?!" gasped the crowd in unison, the director looking particularly astonished. The bullet was clearly fired at Wang Xuanlong, so why did it strike his own body at the exact same moment?

"Mr. Minister, we can choose our attack targets far away from the control zone of the National Revolutionary Army's bombers, and teach Chen Ning a harsh lesson," Saito Makoto suggested.

Before three rounds of engagement had passed, Zhang Fei thrust his spear and unseated Hu Mingrui, then drove his spear straight toward Cheng Zhiyuan. Cheng Zhiyuan whipped his horse around and fled.

This scene left the green-haired youth, Liu Xiaoling, Grandpa Liu, and A Lang staring in utter astonishment, completely at a loss for words. They only saw a black shadow flash by, followed by twenty-eight strong men lying on the ground groaning in agony.

After eliminating the second person, Elder Qian casually flicked his sleeve, and instantly, that speck of blemish was completely erased by him.

Yet this sudden confession plunged her into inner turmoil. The anguish of internal conflict was excruciating; she knew neither how to reply nor what consequences this action would bring. She froze in place for a moment, not yet wishing to entrust herself to someone else so soon, nor wanting to sink into the whirlpool of romance prematurely.

With a miserable shriek, the burly man was kicked flying by the test subject, while Shi Yan's rear shoulder was slashed open by another burly man. In merely a moment, Shi Yan had killed two men while sustaining some injuries himself. It seemed as though Shi Yan had won, but the enemy still had a dozen or so men left, and continuing this way was by no means a viable solution.

After some brief conventional pleasantries, Saito Makoto directly stated the purpose of his visit, saying bluntly, "Principal Chen, we are both military men. Since Germany and the United States have both entrusted you as their plenipotentiary representative, let us begin discussing how to resolve this Gulf of Tonkin incident!"

The crowd traversed one star region after another, journeying all the way from the Northern Celestial Realm to the Eastern Celestial Realm, before this migration finally came to an end.

However, Ren Hechuan had no intention of voicing this thought. Much like Muyan, he simply maintained a spectator's attitude of watching the fun regarding anything involving Duck King Zhou.

Clueless and utterly bewildered, Crotte tilted her head in confusion, failing to understand how using a magical equipment piece could be tied to one's social status. Could it be that in human society, equipping a magical item required a certain level of status and standing?