Chapter 125: “Darkness” Descends!

“Announcement: Sunday! That is, during the three hours on the morning of the day after tomorrow, try not to leave your territory. I have received some rumors, and there is a very good chance that disaster will descend on the morning of the day after tomorrow!”

“I hope the survivors in every region can unite as soon as possible…”

“In addition, I will now announce how to upgrade all higher-level territories…”

“The materials required for a Level Four Territory are…”

“Level Two War Chariot…”

“Level Two Underground…”

Yet a cultivator’s instincts were rarely wrong, and Mo Shibin did not dare be careless. After thinking for a moment, he pinched a communication talisman.

The other party’s identity startled Guang Yichen, and her favorability rating of zero startled him just as much. Even the male protagonist’s favorability toward him was minus thirty-seven—how could hers possibly be zero?

Even Chen Luyang had assumed that Cao Qinghang came from an ordinary family. Who could have imagined that she actually lived in an apartment building?

The Shang family had indeed been perfectly ordinary at first. But beginning with Shang Shilun’s great-grandfather, no one in the family had managed to live past fifty. There were plenty who died in their thirties or forties.

Accompanied by Xiao Hong and Xu Miaomiao, he looked over the newly furnished office before him and found it reasonably satisfactory.

With swift hands, Leon stripped the armor and clothing from the Kantadar cavalryman, then calmly put on the equipment he had peeled from the corpse.

The next moment, the Immortal-Burying Coffin slowly opened. A blood mist capable of devouring flesh flew out of the bronze coffin, and what happened next was exactly the same as when Ye Chen had refined the entire Nine Heavens Sect in blood all those years ago.

But he could not simply offend the man beyond reconciliation. Moreover, he had to get Su Chen to come here and verify the truth of the matter.

Seeing that his anger had subsided, the people nearby came forward one after another to persuade him. Many of them were locals and knew the Hu family’s temperament well. Even a powerful outsider could not easily suppress a local tyrant; there was no need to suffer a loss right before their eyes.

“I want to go into the city and get my hair cut!” Li Minzhang practically shouted, and even the gaze with which she met Leng Jun’s eyes seemed to be shouting. Leng Jun felt that, with her abilities and personality, this girl was entirely qualified to go out and make her way in the world.

The Chu army pursued them relentlessly, all the way to Jiama Pool. There they found the Ba encampment in chaos, its provisions scattered across the ground and its banners hanging limply.

Stella, the one chosen to lick the loser’s backside, blew kisses at Zheng Zhefan again and again, casting flirtatious glances his way.

A tremendous force split the snowy ground open in an instant, sending the accumulated snow flying high into the air.

In the hospital room, Xue Junyi lay on the bed, gazing out the window. She knew that this incident had not been an accident; otherwise, the organization would not have planned to announce to the public tomorrow that she was dead.

Although Su Jun had completed the preliminary stages of magical cultivation and could control the magic membrane so that it did not appear for half a minute, he still could not cast spells.

Zheng Zhefan thought it over and decided that buying his parents a car like this would not be a bad idea. It was understated luxury: unremarkable in appearance, yet comfortable to drive. Quite good.

Python King Yanlong was filled with emotion, so he cut himself off from the world and devoted himself to cultivation. Only when boredom became unbearable would he breathe a little fresh air at the mouth of his cave.

To make matters worse, she had vomited afterward and felt dizzy as well.

“I’m fine. Heh, heh. Maybe I’ll get lucky and won’t have to undergo military training this afternoon.” Zhuo Xin managed to smile, but the loud rumbling of his empty stomach drowned out half of what he said.

But why had she snorted? Ye Zhen was still wondering when, without warning and without even a sound of wind, Song Hu was suddenly struck and sent flying. He was about to fall from the cliff, and from that height, the impact would be enough to kill an entirely unprepared person.

That did not mean there were no poisons capable of killing with a single touch of blood. The phrase “blood-sealing-the-throat” itself referred to the poison of the arrowwood tree found in the southern frontier.

Yi glanced at the old dragon and saw tears welling in its eyes. For an old creature who had already endured what Brother Yu had gone through, seeing the scene of world destruction once more was bound to stir up countless memories and emotions. In the old dragon’s heart, those memories were unbearable to revisit.