Eighty: Spirits and Deities (12)

Although there is now a flood of negative commentary about them in the media, it still cannot erase the heroic image they have left among the youth.

Momo gazed at her with a hint of confusion. Lilith’s renowned beauty had once been the talk of the town, but now she appeared distinctly ordinary.

Tivina did not dwell on Lin Wei’s current predicament, instead steering the conversation toward herself and her elder sister, Tivia.

It was like a car without fuel—no matter how advanced the magical creatures were, without food and magical energy as their source of power, they likely wouldn’t even have the strength to walk.

Li Song hurriedly retreated with his rifle in his arms, only to trip over a rotten coconut on the ground and land squarely in a pile of animal dung, the species unknown.

Watching the mad overlord Morado before him, whose health still exceeded half a million, Lin Fan immediately began his forbidden incantation of Thunder Wrath’s Apocalypse.

The following day, he shut himself away, neither eating nor drinking, sitting in meditation within his room and refusing all visitors.

Over the past six months, Lin Wei had launched a public course on “Extraterrestrial Human-Demons.” From the very first lesson, every session was packed to capacity.

The first three stages of Golden Bell Shield training are relatively simple—abundant in medicinal pills, frequent physical tempering—and can be mastered in a short time. This is why Chang Dingjun commands thousands of soldiers trained in the third tier of the Golden Bell Shield.

Yet, at this very moment, the tranquil and harmonious scene before her dispelled all traces of sleepiness and brought her fully awake.

Yao Ji and her companions followed twenty meters behind them. Old Crow, shameless as ever, tried to rush ahead but was promptly dragged back by Yao Ji, tugging him by the ear.

Both sides quarreled again, neither yielding an inch. From this, it was clear that the top three families were at odds, each seemingly wishing to destroy the other.

Luo Qingtian had already figured it out—this was undoubtedly a deliberate arrangement by Hong Feng. Song Tianying, a former member of the Waterflow Society, possessed extraordinary talent. After leaving the academy, he joined the Immortal Apothecary Sect, rising swiftly in just a few years to become the First Elder, second only in rank to the sect leader.

Clearly, the Lord Tianyu had made a mistake. He possessed remarkable spatial talent, but in truth, Ye Chen’s current appearance was indistinguishable from any ordinary person. For Tianyu to discern his talent was simply unrealistic.

Bo Yichen stared at his own palm for a long time before raising his eyes, meeting the deep black gaze before him, which made his entire chest feel hollow.

People like Ye Chen, who rely solely on luck rather than ability, were unprecedented. Countless eyes were fixed on him, waiting for him to make a fool of himself. He wanted to seize this opportunity to leave the Demon Domain, but it was clearly not that simple. He would need to plan carefully and devise a proper strategy.

Her gaze was clear, devoid of any gloom or hidden malice. With utmost respect, she looked at Fang Jueqian serenely.

Soon after, Zheng Dongguo, on behalf of the General Command, sent a commendation to Fang Hanmin. All officers and soldiers of the special forces battalion who participated in the battle received collective honors, and the entire Allied Indian Army was notified of their commendation.

She introduced Zhang Hengyuan one by one to the medicinal pills, herbs, and even various transmission formations laid out on the ground.

Lin Ziyue suddenly saw a blood-soaked figure dragged out of the blood pool—a black monkey whose fate remained uncertain.

Yang Mu had no intention of risking the traps again; nearly ninety meters remained, and he was not about to gamble. The Radiant Eightfold Strike could not possibly reach the opposite side. Yang Mu began his teleportation, and the watchers were stunned when his figure vanished before their eyes.

The normal method was the most difficult. Even if other players were taught, without sufficient strength, only the top teams in the game could hope to replicate it.

“Enough about that. This time, we’re taking you to the Dwarf Kingdom. There, Blade will assemble a team to help you design your weapons and equipment. It’ll take about two months, during which you’ll train in the Dwarf Kingdom,” Moya said.

But White Wolf was an old hand. He raised his twin axes high, and when Chu He’s crescent blade swept toward his chest, he chopped down fiercely, using the momentum to leap, attempting to pass over the crescent blade and strike Chu He.

Wei Bin felt the Golden Eagle’s strength continually waning. The damage transferred to him was relentless, and as their bond grew tighter, he could only increase his output. If the Golden Eagle fell, his own brilliance would not suffice to continue the fight.

“I know. When do we leave?” Dang Hui asked anxiously. Sometimes she fantasized about reuniting with her parents, but this “trial reunion” was something she had never imagined.

Moments later, the leader of the black-clad men finally snapped out of his bewilderment, crying out in shock.

This man was exceptionally upright and fiercely loyal—one of those who would die if the king commanded it. In history, Lu Xiangsheng met his end precisely because of such blind loyalty, falling victim to Gao Qiqian’s schemes.

“This battle’s outcome—you understand!” Yang Mu spoke coldly, his voice stripped of all emotion, his wild eyes fully unleashed, revealing his true madness.

The mountain road was broad, flanked by ancient pines and cypresses, trees towering overhead. At the gate stood one hundred and eight stone steps, crafted smooth and spotless.

“At the time, I was worried, so I kept as close as possible to Master. That ghost seemed terrified of the artifact in Master’s hand,” Lin Jia recalled softly.