Chapter Thirty-Three: The Life Spirit Furnace and the Staff of Life

They rarely see each other and are burdened with their missions; even Xuanyuan Tianhua cannot act so recklessly, so how could she be so selfish?

All the spiritual energy released by Bodhi was absorbed by the consciousness energy, leaving only physical attacks, which could not break through the absolute defense of the second dimension ahead. Thus, all the force exploded behind Yis.

Though his features were still unclear, Mingchuan immediately recognized him as the Kaguya Mage he had previously dealt with.

On one side of the Starbar Mountains, there are boundless stone deserts, and on the other, the domain lord of the Storm Giants. The Hand of Primal Energy and the Storm Giant Domain Lord have been engaged in conflict for thousands of years.

“Yes, come to think of it, there is indeed a hint of misdirection here,” Chen Shu nodded, agreeing with my assessment.

The hospital bed in the office, originally for Yin Boran to rest when tired from work, was now temporarily given to Moonshadow for her to rest.

At this time, Yongguo had dispatched a large number of students to study abroad in England, France, the United States, and the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

“Hua Hua, do you still have enough spiritual power stored to transform?” Mo Yiyi asked, a trace of guilt in her heart.

At least they managed to save those two unlucky souls who had just been strung up like gourds, but the pair had already become as skittish as startled birds.

Now, those left in the arena had fought to the bitter end; not a single one was able to stand. Xiao Mo looked closely and saw that a few armored soldiers, though lacking the strength to stand, held on with tenacious vitality. The others, dressed as foreigners, had long since lost their breath.

Thinking of this, Patch couldn't help but sincerely admire Tony Stark. Not only did he possess a pile of advanced degrees, his head was full of knowledge, and his practical skills were top notch. Compared to him, Patch felt that all those so-called academic elites and top scorers from his previous life in China were ridiculously weak.

“This kind of thing is fine against ordinary people, but you actually use it on me?” Seeing the bullets falling one after another from Patch’s hand onto the floor, all the masked men stopped firing, stunned.

“Haha, so you love beauty too.” Lin Feng laughed heartily, watching Wu Xiaomeng log off at her spot. Around them, it seemed to be another peak hour for logging in, with many students and office workers waking up and entering the game.

But Bao calmly tossed out more mechanical puppet birds, continuing his assault on Master Puxian. This time, after releasing the puppets, Bao ceased controlling them and began chanting incantations.

Turning page after page, Qiu Ming’s face always wore a smile, his eyes filled with deep nostalgia. He firmly believed that one day, he would return to any world he had once experienced and meet those he longed to see.

“He’s just a dispensable person—dead or alive, it’s all the same,” Rain-or-Shine stated indifferently. In his view, those who don’t help with boss fights are just useless; their death is irrelevant.

Domy's face remained stricken with horror. Painful tears slowly spilled from his eyes. He seemed unable to believe any of this was real, utterly incapable of accepting it. He looked up at the ceiling and suddenly let out a thunderous roar.

Among the exposed individuals this time, with Garrett included, there were two level-eight agents, five at level seven, twenty-one at level six, and countless others below level six.

Seeing the two leave, Tang Yan and Tian Ci exchanged glances, settled the bill, and followed them directly.

Young Master Bai and his companions had known all along that it was Mo Yu’s doing; they deliberately told Ji Fengsu this just to sabotage her relationship with Nalan Shixin.

Fourteen liches of Grand Mage rank—twelve of them were struck by double rays, hit twice in succession. The primary attack targets were them, catching them off guard, not Leo and his group.

“Your clan? In today’s world, can you even find traces of your people?” Chen Yu curled his lips. Given the current scarcity of spiritual energy on Earth, most natural-born spiritual creatures hide deep in forests or in mystical realms. Even low-grade spiritual veins cannot support such beings.

The ruthless, bloody slaughter of the Five Element God Emperor made them fully realize that surrender would only lead to death. Instead of waiting for doom, it was better to fight desperately. Thus, their various factions immediately united, and those lacking strength sought alternative means.

Now what should be done? Lan Yu didn’t know either. Was the hope of reconciliation gone? After all, Zhai Jin had injured someone. These people wouldn’t be as easy to handle as Gao Mei’s group; they would certainly seize the opportunity to force Zhai Jin to compromise.

When the Sixth Tribulation arrives, all heaven and earth are shaken. If Chen Yu survives it, the entire Shushan will spare no effort to cultivate his power to the threshold of the Union Dao realm. Once he breaks through, he can aspire to the strongest Dao Ruins realm.

Master Chen sighed again, helpless. At this moment, not only Master Chen, but I myself felt troubled—a bit at the end of my wits. If only Grandma were here.

Zhang Rulong and Sun Yu exchanged bitter smiles. They couldn’t manage Liu Zheng; he was the true leader. If the leader wanted to rest, what could they do?

Therefore, my decision is that I can sign, but both parties’ rights and obligations must be clearly divided.

Now I am certain—this was definitely Grandma Huangshan’s doing. She targets me for a reason. If she wanted me to have an out-of-body experience, she could have just told me; I wouldn’t have refused. Using this method in secret seems rather underhanded.

With more and more dangers gathering around Yayi, Su Bei’s cultivation had yet to yield real results. He had no idea, should ancient martial artists above the Yellow rank appear one day, how would he cope?