Chapter 99: Reunion

At that moment, the other twelve silver needles seemed to be guided by some unseen force, beginning to vibrate at an incredibly rapid frequency. Father Qin’s face was filled with astonishment. For years, his legs had remained devoid of any sensation, but now, he could actually feel a growing warmth and a faint, stinging prickle in his limbs. A few minutes later, Ye Chen withdrew all the needles.

Not long after, the family finished their midday meal and headed up the slope to tend to their farm work. Upon returning late that night, they found their child missing. Exhausted, they decided to rest for a while before searching again at daybreak.

It turned out Chen Luo had been telling the truth! He truly intended to trigger an earthquake and a tsunami. The players on the Fusang Continent were in absolute shock, especially those in Village-Under-City, who were gripped by terror, at a loss for what to do.

Although Shi Hong was not one to belittle himself, he knew that if the Demon Profound Sect reached such a state, it would likely vanish into thin air within a month.

Mosasaurids were marine reptiles from the late Cretaceous period. Large species reached lengths of 15 meters, yet their internal structures and physiological characteristics remained those of reptiles.

Suddenly, I saw several red spots flickering in the distance like stars; they looked just like dozens of eyes, the pulsing red light revealing a bloodthirsty intent. I felt even more frightened. I could no longer stay in this wretched place.

The Sword of Light and Flame swept across his body silently. How many strikes were delivered in that single instant? He could no longer count.

There was no earth, no sky, no sunlight, and no trees in this space; there was only an endless void.

Duan was hesitant, afraid to commit to such a decision because the risks were too great. If history were truly altered, Duan might vanish forever. Thus, this remained merely an ambition—one buried deep within his heart.

Seeing the large cat drawing closer, it let out a few more "meows," opened its mouth to reveal stark white, razor-sharp teeth, and coiled its body, ready to pounce on us at any moment.

After eating at the school cafeteria in the evening, Wang Luo did not go out. He returned to the dormitory with Jin Zefeng and the others. Declining their invitation to log into an online game, Wang Luo hurried to his bed, pulled the curtain shut, and prepared to take stock of the gains from his journey through the apocalypse.

Although the Tathagata had many techniques he had yet to employ, every attack he launched was delivered without reservation, yet his opponent countered them with effortless ease. Who could say for certain that the seven Profound Immortals would be able to defeat him?

The eight heads of the Yamata no Orochi were crushed simultaneously by nine dragon claws without any resistance. One claw even found no target and plunged directly into the creature's chest, squeezing its heart into oblivion.

Having seen the guest off, Wen Xu was just preparing to head home when he heard the sound of another vehicle at the bridgehead. Recognizing the car, he realized it was Shen Qi’s.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, beating down on everyone. Even though they all possessed decent cultivation, being exposed to such intense heat was truly unbearable.

"Wait, are we just leaving this snake here?" Xie Yan asked, pointing to the snake’s body on the ground, which had stopped flipping and was now only twitching.

When Fang Hua, face etched with murderous intent, began his slaughter, the pseudo-reserves lying on the ground finally realized the kind of existence they had provoked.

Originally, he had expected Fang Zheng to immediately kneel and beg for mercy, crawling at his feet like a dog. He never imagined he would be slapped in the face so thoroughly.

His current form had merged the power characteristics of Tamamo-no-Mae with his own at a fundamental level. In other words, rather than looking like a fox, he appeared more like a deified embodiment of the sun.

Clearly, Xun Yi was an expert in this field. The supple, spring-like sword in his hand remained perfectly steady, appearing no different from the rigid blades held by the others. This was especially evident when Xun Yi leaped into the air, landing on the tip of the sword without causing the thin, delicate blade to bend in the slightest.