Chapter 215: Driving a Spike into the Special Higher Police Division

Saving all hundred-plus people, friend or foe, was the foundation for Chen Lanfeng and the Nineteenth Route Army to carry out their revolution in Taiwan. The crux of the matter lay in how to conduct the rescue; it was a tricky situation. Fortunately, although everyone was currently imprisoned, their lives did not seem to be in immediate danger. The Japanese government’s attitude toward the Taiwanese populace was a complete polar opposite to that of the Kwantung Army toward the people of Northeast China. Chen Jiehua instructed Meixu to send a telegram to her brother, urging him to remain calm, act with caution, and wait.

The power radiating from the golden brilliance seemed inexhaustible. Duoluo paid no mind to it, allowing it to display its potency. Had it been any other demon, they would have likely lunged at it in an attempt to absorb the energy or shoved it back into the ring to prevent such a waste. The Magma Destroyer’s massive frame left no room for it to dodge the rapidly approaching short arrows, or perhaps Ronio simply had no desire to evade them.

Upon hearing the nurse’s words, Jiang Shan could hardly believe her ears. Clutching her phone, she walked toward the disinfection room under the envious gazes of many classmates. After undergoing full-body sterilization, she walked into the operating room with a sense of curiosity.

As he surged forward, another thunderous roar erupted ahead. The heart-shaking shockwave swept across the sea and sky, instantly extinguishing the life force of dozens, if not hundreds, of creatures. The overwhelming power made one gasp in awe.

After a brief rest, Dudu struggled out of the crook of his arm and bit down on the pearl; the intent was clear: it wanted to lead the way.

It was indeed difficult to resolve the major issue of the controller before these factions disintegrated due to environmental or human factors. As for how the remaining humans would survive after the controller was truly dealt with, Wang Ping could only blindly trust that a way would be found.

As the first "yes" left his lips, Li Xun sprang up, pressing against the wall as he plunged into the large patch of shadows several yards away. The moment he moved, the shadows began to ripple eerily.

The survivors hiding in the cells finally realized that the prison was no longer safe. Lacking the ability to break through the walls, they had no choice but to toss a few grenades into the corridor before rushing out, hoping to retreat to the stairwell.

Listening to these words and seeing Liu Mei so worried about him, Hong Yi did not know whether to be happy or angry.

He waved his hand gently, and those characters transformed back into the shape of a cold bird. However, this time the bird did not take flight; it merely tipped over and lay on the ground.

Three days later, as the cloud ship continued its journey, a massive city, ten times the size of Dawn City, gradually appeared ahead. Tall, thick walls and massive iron gates over a dozen meters high came into view.

Who knew that this poking and prodding would fail to wake Hong Yi, but instead draw the gaze of the entire class?

It was unclear whether Elder Shunshi was following Zhuang Shihong intentionally, but the two had been traveling together ever since.

"Behave, or I'll spank you!" the man said, his mood clearly poor, his voice harsh.

Eyes wide with disbelief, she stared at what was happening before her: Tang Ziye was actually holding her in his arms?

Walking behind him were eight burly men, the shortest of whom stood over 1.8 meters tall. They were Long Bi’s personal bodyguards, and because there were eight of them, everyone nicknamed them the Eight Vajras.

Hou Yi, however, was different. Having just shot down the nine golden crows of the demon race, he was riding high on his fame. It was said that Lady Houtu even intended to groom him as the next Ancestral Witch. One could say that by killing the nine golden crows, Hou Yi had indirectly avenged the Queen Mother of the West, and she would certainly be willing to assist him.

For seven consecutive days, Pam did not step out of his room once. Food and water were delivered by his subordinates. Although the wounds on the surface of Pam's body had healed, he estimated that his broken left arm would require at least a month to recover.