Volume 1, Chapter 43: No Less Than Five Hundred Thousand

The people present felt a jolt of terror in their hearts.

Before anyone could regain their senses, they saw the immortal medium begin to sprint wildly around the room like a madwoman. As she ran, she shouted in terror, "Go away, get away from me! I’m not afraid of you. I have a Buddha pendant given to me by the Queen Mother of the West; be careful or I’ll kill you!"

This resulted in the first wave of thirty million Zerg units failing to gain the upper hand; instead, they were wiped out by the desperate human race. Of course, the human casualties were also extremely heavy. These individuals became heroes, falling on the path leading toward hope.

"I imagine he’ll be able to call out to people by the time you come back next time," Qiu Qiu said, pinching the baby’s cheek with a happy smile.

The leaders of the educated youth camp had no authority to interfere in military affairs, so they had to report to the garrison and demand they handle it. Who would have guessed that what happened next would be even more incredible?

The Bone Palace had emerged, but why were the traces of those ten legendary supreme powerhouses, whose fierce reputations shook the ancient world, nowhere to be found?

Just as Liu Zhuifeng was thinking this in disbelief, Xie Yeyu’s right hand moved. He gripped the Blade of Destiny and slashed it ruthlessly, instantly carving a gaping wound across Liu Zhuifeng’s throat, from which blood sprayed out immediately.

"Don't talk so much; sit down on the side. I am about to begin the ritual," the Old Medicine Spirit said, pointing his cane toward a spot nearby.

*Thump, thump, thump.* Young Master Kongjue stumbled back several steps. His heart turned cold instantly, and a chill spread throughout his entire body.

These people would certainly not live in the Floating Tower; in the future, the Floating City would construct a new Wizard Tower for them.

Jiang Han was noncommittal regarding this. It was Su Yuxin’s own decision, and he had neither the authority nor the need to interfere.

Tang Molin’s face was filled with a triumphant, blissful smile, while Shen Siyang’s face remained expressionless and cold. However, the moment Zuo Luoxian entered his field of vision, his gaze locked tightly onto that delicate, slender figure once again.

Bloodkin were not supposed to need to breathe, but at this moment, as Vanir looked into those eyes that refused to reflect even a sliver of light, he felt as if he were suffocating.

It was a pity that, in order to deal with her, the Guo woman had used the young and beautiful Xu woman to keep her in check. She did not fear the Guo woman, but she harbored some wariness toward the Xu woman. After all, she was no longer young, and she could only pin her hopes on Xie Shi treating her better out of consideration for the many years she had served him.

Shen Jibei held his forehead, feeling a rhythmic, violent throbbing at his temples that only intensified his headache.

Although Zhang Chong was in this line of work, he had only dared to enter yesterday because he had been drinking. Now that someone had died inside, Zhang Chong broke into a cold sweat the moment he reached the tomb entrance.

Some of the socialites had already hurriedly covered their eyes and retreated silently into the flower beds to avoid dirtying their sight.

The plane ascended slowly, and the discomfort brought on by gravitational acceleration left the cabin in absolute silence. Some people covered their ears, their faces twisted in distress.

Several thugs led the way in front. The hotel staff seemed to recognize Black Dragon, bowing and calling him "Big Brother" the moment they saw the two of them. It was only later that Grandpa learned this hotel was actually owned by Black Dragon, used as a front to deceive the public and the police.

As for... he thought of something, reached up to touch the black collar around his neck, and sighed inwardly, *As expected of the Boss.*

That hatred took root in her heart. She hated for Lan Tingzhi’s sake. She hated for the sake of the original owner of this body.

*Chu Ling is different from me after all,* this was what Song Yan felt at that moment. He was destined to be a great figure of fate, while she was nothing more than a supporting character.

"Leng Moyuan is good? Good enough to throw you into the eighteenth level of hell?" I sneered, feeling that her words were truly hypocritical.

The soldiers on Pi Island knew that, by convention, every time a high-ranking official from the imperial court came to reward the three armies, they would usually go on about the immense grace of the Emperor and how he thought of his brave warriors far away overseas, before encouraging everyone to kill the enemy for the country. Yuan Chonghuan would likely follow this same old routine.