Chapter 35

Yet, the carving techniques and the patterns’ variations... Melanie felt a vague sense of familiarity, though she could not quite place it for the moment.

The scene beyond the thick fog had become blurred, causing the monk to feel a secret jolt of alarm. How could this be? Hui Gang knew the sharpness of his own six senses and immediately channeled his inner energy throughout his body; as his power circulated, his sensory acuity and abilities were multiplied.

After boarding the vehicle, several super-powered individuals began to attack the zombies nearing the car, while the driver maneuvered to bypass them through any open spaces. Upon reaching the stronghold, the team members leaped out, clearing the zombies that had followed them while retreating into the building.

As soon as Si’er and Metadel heard this, their eyebrows arched in anger. They glared at the stout middle-aged man; judging by his ornate attire and arrogant demeanor, he must be the master of this place—the King of Isubia.

Being in a band, they knew quite a bit about cheerleading. They understood that a lead cheerleader capable of a triple rotation was enough to elevate a third-rate squad into a first-rate one; that was the power of a core member.

The pleasantries exchanged after arriving home failed to improve Hui Gang’s restless mood. The monk walked slowly through the courtyard with Nis, his concentration slightly scattered as he struggled to trace the source of those thin threads connected to the dozen druids and Phil.

In the opposite direction, however, lay a different world. Lush trees flourished, and despite the absence of a sun in the sky, sunlight poured down in abundance. Amidst the vibrant thickets, one could faintly hear the calls of birds and beasts; it was truly a place of fragrant flowers, birdsong, and pleasant vitality.

“Cole, you don’t seem very strong. How did you get here?” Melanie turned and asked.

Meanwhile, several other powerful half-orcs lunged forward at high speed. Seeing they were about to surround her, Xiao Yuxin did not hesitate for a moment. Stamping her foot, she leveraged the momentum to leap up and delivered a right-sided kick, which whistled with immense force as it slammed into another charging half-orc.

Along the way, she recalled her astonishment and confusion at encountering Zhou Qingmiao backstage earlier that day; it was not strange that she wondered how Zhou Qingmiao had appeared there.

As a county official, he felt immense pressure. After all, Huangyun Town fell under their jurisdiction, and with this incident occurring, everyone was on edge. If word leaked out, it would truly be a disaster.

Around Mount Yeli, there were still two or three thousand commoners who had not become bandits, yet they would still assist the outlaws, swelling their ranks whenever they could no longer survive.

This time, she felt she had completed her mission perfectly. The soup tasted so incredibly good that she couldn’t even believe she had made it herself.

Stone Axe Stronghold was located over fifty miles south of Jincheng. Usually, the two places lived in peace, but today their paths crossed. At this moment, the gates of Stone Axe Stronghold were wide open, and everyone was ready to welcome their guest of honor.

Holding the roasted chicken, Wei Qi tore off pieces of meat with his fingers and shoved them into his mouth, sucking on the boiling hot fat while questioning Yu Xin.

Since that was the case, it seemed there was only Huangfu Zhaoyang left as an option. If he couldn’t defeat him, he would simply use him to complete his mission.

The flow of time in the Second Space was extremely slow, almost static, which was why it could preserve food. How slow, exactly?

After hearing Chen Feng’s words, a flash of anger appeared on Fang Jing’s face. Fang Rou had certainly committed her fair share of misdeeds while with Lin Wei; at the very least, she had never shown mercy to those in their own family.

Seeing the strange air currents surrounding the Zombie King, Si Jian—having experienced a super-powered individual’s self-detonation once before—had long since taken precautions.

The next moment, powerful auras erupted from the figures rapidly descending from above, each struggling to stabilize their descent. Clearly, those who had entered the Heavenly Gate and survived had all gained something, while the unlucky ones were buried within it forever.

“Then, you bold, insolent commoners, move aside for the Princess! I shall walk myself.” Feng Qingcheng pushed them away, glared hatefully at Shen Yaxi, and then walked down with great reluctance.

On the eve of his coronation, Liu Moyan had entrusted Zhuang Lijue to deliver a string of beads, stating that Duan Jinyong and his associates could no longer cause trouble. He had other urgent matters to attend to and might not return in time, asking him to wait patiently for a few days. Who would have guessed that this wait would stretch into ten days? Even someone like Duan Jinrui, who prided himself on his patience, began to grow restless.

Horses galloped along the road, kicking up clouds of dust that choked me, making it impossible to keep my eyes open. I exerted all my strength to use my light-foot technique, barely managing to keep up.

Wang Jie frowned, as the figure speeding toward them showed no signs of slowing down, rushing straight at the two of them.

The next moment, Mother tilted her head back, and the poison in the bottle flowed into her mouth, sliding down her throat and into her body.

Lei Zihao stood directly above the square. With a slight downward motion of his hands, the thunderous applause gradually ceased, and everyone looked with fiery eyes at the pillar of the Underworld Palace, the Master of Spirits.

Chongming respected Bardak deeply and would never disobey him. Since Bardak told him to go cultivate, he would go cultivate.

“Miss Chuchen, won’t you come back with me?” Zhongli Shuo suddenly asked Jinse with a smile.

The scale of the steel mill would continue to expand, and the pollution would grow increasingly severe. Several of Li Ye’s concubines followed him for a while, but unable to bear the air, they fled back to the ship—let alone the commoners who lived there every day.

The blade’s edge swept out ten thousand feet of flames, emitting a violent whistling sound through the sky. Although the strike was aimed at Xu Chen, the onlookers below all felt a towering wave of heat, and sweat dripped from the tips of their hair before they even realized it.

Lin Guoguo, held in his arms, suddenly climbed onto his shoulder and rubbed against his cheek. By the looks of it, she seemed to be comforting him.