Chapter 52: Wanting to Endure, But Unable To

The warm white light from the luxury store filtered down through the vertically hanging crystal chandelier. All the color drained completely from Nie Xingyan's face.

Among the three major legions, after tallying up the casualties, Qiangong Tian and the others couldn't help but constrict their pupils at the sight of the numbers.

Night Sky utterly despised this "righteous and awe-inspiring" facade, and stubbornly refused to obey orders. Yet, dissatisfied as he was, he understood the truth that public wrath is hard to defy, and the sense of powerlessness in his heart grew increasingly intense.

The more Di Chenmo acted this way, the more puzzled Shen Yue became, unable to figure out what purpose Di Chenmo could possibly have in doing so.

"If there were only one or two, we might be able to handle them, but the crux of the matter is that there is more than one of these monsters. Once they all awaken, let alone Tiga and me, unless all the Ultra Ancient Ultramen return, it is simply impossible to fight against them," Bai Ye shook his head and sighed.

The night passed without incident. Early the next morning, Long Chen and the others ate a casual meal and then descended the mountain.

The maid serving at the side, seeing the Consort's appearance, hurriedly stepped forward to offer words of comfort.

The few of them searched through the yellow smog and mist for the better part of the day. Forget about finding Wang Yuan; they couldn't even find a single hair of a zombie, and everywhere they looked were utterly disgusting charred remains.

"Ascend the mountain quietly, and don't let anyone discover us." Night Sky continuously sent secret voice transmissions, warning Sha Manhua not to suddenly "see shiny new prey"—meaning the moment she caught sight of a handsome man, she would fly forth and pounce, exposing their identities.

The spring breeze brushed past, and a locust tree beside the ruins rustled softly. White petals and withered yellow leaves fluttered down in the wind.

Hearing this, the slave was overjoyed. He immediately rushed out of the farm, broke into a sprint, and ran a very, very long distance. But right at that moment, he came to an abrupt halt and asked himself: And after that?

Upon hearing these words, Tian Jun's expression instantly darkened. He was a man from the Long Country military district; since when was it the turn of an ordinary young man like this to lecture him?

Muttering to himself, Li Changyu turned his head to look at the stairwell behind him, and instantly sucked in a cold breath.

Accompanied by the sound, the talisman papers that flew out through the air suddenly transformed, forming towering stone walls that crashed to the ground. Carved upon the stone walls were towering humanoid statues, majestic and stern, resembling wrathful Vajras, powerful enough to banish all evil spirits.

"Hahaha! Xuyouzi, well said!" Watching Xiao Zan get bested, Yunxizi gloated with hearty laughter.

However, Hela seemed not to hear, until Liang Xiao had struggled within the crook of her arm for nearly three minutes before she slowly released him.

Human relationships are often just like a point system. If I perform poorly, I will lose points from you.

Liu Changchuan pursued and hunted Wang Guangliang under the control of the evil cultivator. Because Liu Changchuan's cultivation was much higher than Wang Guangliang's, he had completely suppressed Wang Guangliang all along.

If he hadn't been blackmailed by Ye Dongqing, coupled with the news that he had contracted cancer and his urgent need to transfer assets before death to avoid paying exorbitant gift or estate taxes, how could this old man have been foolish enough to let Ye Dongqing fleece him? The commission he paid him to help launder money was certainly not low.

Is fighting against family members a great sense of achievement? I don't think so. Angie certainly wouldn't think so either.

Suddenly, Liang Xiao noticed a slight movement in the hand of Freya that he was holding, and he whipped his head around. He saw that Freya, lying on the stone platform, still maintained her slumbering posture, yet beneath her pale skin, a faint light could now be seen surging, flowing from within that shifting radiance.

Sitting on a plane bound for Barcelona, Zhang Yang finally lost control of his emotions and burst into hearty laughter. The opening part of this soul-rescue mission had been like clearing levels in a game, each one harder to pass than the last, yet no one could have guessed that the ending would turn out to be a happy reunion.