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Although a major crisis looms thirty-three days away, they have at least secured a moment to breathe for now.

Because of the news that the Tyrant T-101 has appeared at Umbrella, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been plunged into chaos.

Observing the machine’s gaze shift toward her, Maria Hill remained composed, offering no words, simply waiting for the other party’s reaction.

Even those cultivators at the False Immortal and Celestial stages who could not see the golden light flew out of their grottoes, gazing into the sky from afar. "The Heavenly Dao has fractured! Our home planet’s Heavenly Dao is gone; the chance to ascend has arrived!" No one knew who had spoken, but even the android doctor, mid-flight while clutching Elder Fan’s corpse, looked up at the sky.

"They are here to issue a formal challenge; we cannot keep sending out Tribulation Transcendence stage experts. Even if we win, the Demon Realm will only mock us." Martial Demon shook his head. Everyone on their side was at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, with only himself at the Great Vehicle stage; he truly could not fathom why these Great Vehicle stage demon lords were seeking their own deaths.

His words left the green-eyed ninja standing frozen, his retreating foot suspended in mid-air.

The Great Demon King who had previously besieged Qian Province hailed from the Black Wolf clan, but that leader had already been slain by them, and under the influence of Heisi, the Black Wolf clan itself was nearing extinction.

It simply wouldn't be Du Fei’s style if he didn't conveniently install signal relays and amplifiers along the high-altitude routes as he traveled.

In the past few years, the Cloud and Mist ninja villages had experienced incidents of rampaging Tailed Beasts, but the Nine-Tails—the strongest among them—had never once gone out of control. It was no surprise that some had set their sights on the Uzumaki clan.

Wang Xiao gestured toward the disciple of the Un-Sheep branch, Shangguan Qing: "Look, Master, this sniper rifle in Shangguan Qing’s hand is a divine artifact in our mortal world. The crystal core within the barrel, as you know, is an extraterrestrial star core. It was crafted by the finest scientists in China, and Shangguan Qing is the only one in the entire nation capable of wielding it."

While Mu Qingge was focused on her scrutiny, Si Mo suddenly opened his eyes. Those amber eyes, symbolizing the royal bloodline of the Demon race, unexpectedly pierced into the depths of Mu Qingge’s gaze.

In truth, Lord Mengchang was closer to her and shared a better rapport, but there was no helping it; she subconsciously felt that Lord Mengchang should not be so passive. Since he chose to remain hidden, he must have harbored ulterior motives against Ying Ji, intending to watch the tigers fight from the sidelines first. Moreover, she selfishly did not want to see him take risks, and so she chose Ji Ying.

He did not know who the "you" in her words referred to, but from her mournful expression, he could guess a little.

The undisguised disgust in his eyes made Daili feel deeply embarrassed, but the cold, indifferent Mo Yitian was terrifying. She had no choice but to remain silent, clicking her heels as she exited the CEO's office.

Mr. Mo was, after all, made of carbon-based flesh and blood. He tried to hold out at first, but in the end, he was twisted by Miss Lin until he crouched straight to the ground.

"Madman, are you saying that once the illusion array is broken, the Demon Palace is right there on those two mountains?" I pointed to the two sword-like peaks ahead and asked.

"Mifang" must be a name of some sort; I wondered if it denoted a location or represented the name of an object.

The same appearance, the same family background, the same experiences and memories until the age of thirteen—not even the smiles or voices of their parents had changed in the slightest.

"Oh, are they twins?" Chang Shan asked happily upon seeing Liu Tie and Liu Ruan. He beckoned them over, asked their names and ages with a gentle expression, and gave each of them a small gift, not leaving Liu Qing out.

"A-Yan, do you have a map? I want to see the layout of Jizhou City!" An Mi’er asked Chu Cangyan, who sat beside her in the carriage.

To this day, most of the nine drum societies have been lost; currently, only three are known to exist—two belonging to the "Meng" lineage and one to the "Ga-nong" lineage.

After eating at Yao Xiang's house, he asked if we wanted to drink. I said no, as we had to perform a ritual that evening and it wouldn't be appropriate to drink.

"Very well, let us go there." Zhao Lingxi spoke, then ordered the servants to prepare the horses before taking "Wei Qingqing" to the Xiao family’s long-abandoned, desolate old residence.

With two sharp squelches, the heads of Wei Chi and Wei Mei were crushed like watermelons by the White Bear, who then proceeded to shove the two headless corpses into its own mouth.

When she met the man’s playful gaze, her hand was still resting on his V-line, but her muscles stiffened, and she remained frozen in her original posture.

"How—is it him?!" Upon seeing the figure in the photograph clearly, Tang Zhengxin, who stood to the side, could not help but exclaim in shock.

Deep down, Xiao Xiao naturally knew he had developed a spark for Huo Yiyao, perhaps even more than just a spark. Since he had resolved to follow his own heart, he naturally would no longer hide his feelings.

This fluorescence was spiritual energy. Does spiritual energy have the power to cure cancer? Of course, otherwise, why would people be so eager to become cultivators? It is precisely because of the presence of spiritual energy within a cultivator that they possess the ability to eradicate various diseases, bacteria, and mutated cells, which is why cultivators enjoy such long lifespans.

Originally, humanity had hoped to rely on the power of auspicious beasts and birds to defend against the exotic sea monsters, but as they vanished, only humanity remained to fight the battle alone.

Upon hearing Qin Buhei’s order, Shen Rui, Zhao Lan, and Yao Tai were all struck with terror; only Mo Ya’s expression remained calm, unmoved.

For Sha Tongtian to recover his foundation and cultivation base without the aid of precious heavenly herbs, it would take at least several decades of cultivation.

In addition to these few spirit herbs, he also brought back water in a stone bowl he had crafted himself. It was a pitch-black liquid, resembling ink.

Facing such a simple punch, Chen Shanyue thought he could dodge it without it even touching his body.

Chen Zhifan’s father hurried forward and said, "Master, please, save our child!" As he spoke, he bowed deeply.

This time, Tong Yan did not keep everyone waiting too long. He changed into a white shirt, a pair of faded jeans, and canvas shoes, giving him the appearance of a freshly graduated college student.

"I’m not thanking you for anything! Look, my pants are covered in drool! People will think I wet myself!" Sun Haijian pointed to his damp trousers and said.

"I understand," Tang Mumu nodded firmly. There were some things she could compromise on, but when it came to principles, she would not yield. She did not want those she held in high regard to think poorly of her.

The disciples of the Taiyi Sect, who had lost their confidence following Ling Ye’s defeat, were stirred to excitement at this moment.