146 Mushrooms (4)

"I really can't stand a math idiot like you. Think of it as a meteorite with a diameter of 32 meters hitting the Earth at Mach 20. Does that make sense to you?" Eve rolled her eyes even harder.

Faced with such an unbelievable fact, the players were first startled, then incredulous, and finally filled with complex emotions.

Yet, this also meant giving up an opportunity to make money effortlessly. However, the most troublesome part was bearing the high risks. Much like the Earth, where a vast sea of action mobile games existed, only a small handful at the very top stood unshaken.

Xixiang looked at the roster in her hand. The Belka side only permitted one thousand people to enter. She had already circled those who would accompany her to the surface, and she needed to consult the various team captains regarding the rest.

It weighed heavily on one's heart, leaving almost a lingering feeling that perhaps it would be best to simply slaughter every last one of these goblin creatures.

Buhote, who had not been challenged in a long time, accepted readily, as if afraid that Zhang Xiaoxiang might go back on his word.

Such a form of exploitation was accepted by the common people because it satisfied their basic survival needs. Moreover, the construction and improvement of infrastructure laid a solid foundation for Shaanxi's post-disaster recovery.

Furthermore, according to the Law of Tribulation Conservation in the cultivation world, the stronger one's natural talent, the greater the obstacles encountered during the heavenly tribulation.

The internet trolls hired by Tianxing were utterly baffled. Didn't Tianxing claim this work was extremely boring and that a simple smear campaign would be enough to ruin it?

"Please rest for a moment, brave warriors." At this moment, a dark-armored officer stepped out from the spearmen's ranks and said with a smile, speaking fluent Eastern Hu language.

Ling Ziyue's dress was half-undone, exposing a vast expanse of snow-white skin to the air, as she barged into the estate's main hall with utter disregard for propriety.

The moment Xia Tianqi caught sight of his dear boss, he tossed away the white, fluffy ball in his hand as if it were mere garbage.

However, Ye Yong still guessed the other party's intentions wrong. He thought Fang Xing had rushed over so urgently because his son's arm had been broken and he wanted to demand justice and an explanation.

Lu Qi's mind was wandering; his heart trembled, his vital energy surged, and his thoughts became somewhat chaotic.

Seeing this scene, a cold glint flashed across Lu Qi's eyes. He was already well acquainted with the young man's methods. The three experts he had encountered outside the Buddhist and Daoist ruins were elder-level figures of the Fallen Demon Palace, and the demonic energy emanating from their demonic hands bore a striking resemblance to the aura the youth was currently releasing.

"Hello." Jiang Shuiyue was much shorter than Li Yu, but as she locked eyes with Li Yu, she didn't give off a delicate or fragile aura at all. Her voice was exceptionally clean and pleasant, almost sounding unreal.

Yet where was any trace of breath left in Zhang Xuan? At this moment, his upper and lower body were split in two, and his internal organs and blood stained the ground.

"Heh, relying on your old man at home and your master outside? Are you even a man?" the man sneered.

In the wasteland, talent did not refer to combat prowess—after all, once you dropped your weapons, everyone was pretty much the same.

Although Jia Shouye and the others brought bodyguards, the status of those bodyguards meant they couldn't sit in the first-class or special cabins like them, but rather had to sit far away in the back. When trouble struck, even if they wanted to come to the rescue, they were powerless to help.

Early the next morning, the younger generation of the Moyun Kingdom gathered outside the west gate of Ximan City, preparing to head toward the Thirty-Three Heaven Dragon Seal Array.

If Cao Cao used water attacks against the enemy when he had a numerical advantage, primarily to reduce casualties among his own soldiers during sieges, then many other famous generals employed water attacks in warfare for another main purpose: to make up for their own weak troop strength through this tactical stratagem.

Come to think of it, she truly was pathetic. She died of a heart disease at such a young age, and now she had become a ghost, unable to find even a single friend around to keep her company.

Returning to the surface, Chen Fan breathed in the fresh air. The core base filled with high technology had made him extremely uncomfortable; technology brought him more oppression and alienation than anything else.

Hearing this, Yang Tao's open mouth froze, unable to close, as if stuffed with a lump of excrement—spitting it out was out of the question, and swallowing it was impossible.

Chen Fan was positioned exactly one ladder's height away from Ma Yiyi. Hearing her words, he was left speechless.

The second tier was Soul Condensation into Spirit, which allowed soul power to be condensed into the form of a living entity that could exist independently outside the body. It could be used for sneak attacks or to control formations, puppets, and spirit beasts, offering powerful and versatile functions.

"It's nothing much, just a mother who died without enough money to give her a proper burial, so she had to sell herself," Ye Popojia said casually.

The crux of the matter was that the technology of that alien spacecraft was simply too advanced, surpassing Earth by who knows how many years. Therefore, regardless of the fact that the ship was discovered in the 1980s, and despite Earth's technology developing for several decades afterward, it was still utterly useless. Compared to those aliens, the gap for humanity remained far too vast.

Wuxin suddenly felt that he could officially rename his mind. Something like "Ming's Great Canteen," perhaps. Moreover, watching Ming eat made Wuxin feel a bit hungry himself. Wuxin recalled that he had only had three cups of coffee last night.

Zhongyuan Zhenren hurriedly scanned his surroundings, only to find the entire Sword Pavilion estate littered with severed limbs and corpses, making it impossible to identify who was who.

Thinking thus, the Empress shifted her gaze to Sui Xinru, who had been following quietly behind Ren Wanqiu with lowered head.

Seeing Jiang Tong act in such a manner, Bai Song panicked instantly. His mind thrown into complete disarray, he lost control of his flying sword artifact, which plummeted straight to the ground. In his panic, he used his shield to block the flying sword above him, but he could no longer defend below, forcing him to dodge frantically.

Xiyue turned her head to look at the man slowly approaching her. She was stunned for a moment before breaking into a smile, though it was a thoroughly polite one. "You're here." It was like the ordinary pleasantries exchanged upon meeting an old friend not seen for a long time.

"I said, I want to join the Star Dream Holy Land and become a disciple of the Holy Land!" Wuyin repeated what he had said earlier.

"Don't panic, rest assured, it's fine!" Uncle Sam was actually quite nervous inside. When Lisa's mother gave birth to Lisa back then, he had been even more flustered than Wuyin was now.

Old Lady Gong nodded. She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that after staying here for just a short while, her whole body felt wonderfully comfortable.

However, Liu Libo looked down upon Wang Qin from the bottom of his heart, so he figured the Zhao family might have just found a tool for some ulterior purpose. After all, the status gap was too vast for such a match to normally occur.