Chapter 38: An Unexpected Turn? A Trap Laid in Wait?
Qin Feng finally learned the name of the mountain separated from Panlong Mountain by only a narrow ravine from Old Man Zhangduo.
It was Crow Ridge, a mountain more than three times the size of Panlong Mountain. Because of its complex terrain and the prevalence of ferocious beasts, few mountain runners ever ventured into it. Qin Feng and his two companions were draped in white ghillie suits; although crudely made, their camouflage effect was excellent. Old Man Zhangduo led the team at the front, though he...
Liu Ling ignored the agony in his body, continuously channeling his Galaxy Source Power to hold back the encroaching Scarlet Flame, wave after wave.
"I only just met him. He was supposed to take me to you, but..." Wang Xi’s thought process was a beat slow, but she wasn't foolish; she naturally sensed Mo Bing's displeasure.
The soil on Sand Island was unsuitable for most vegetables and fruits. The Barbarians lived primarily on various sea fish and shellfish, whether fresh or dried. Because their culinary skills were truly abysmal and they lacked many essential seasonings, the Barbarians' diet was extremely poor.
After the student finished signing, Lin Feng noticed he remained in a state of excitement, showing no intention of leaving, his eyes still fixed intently on Lin Feng.
At his current level, even with the Scarlet Flame boost, Liu Ling was only at the peak of the Three-Star rank. If he were to face a Four-Star opponent, he would have no choice but to run.
The two of them immediately engaged in a fierce battle with Shi Fei and his men. Although Yin Ling and Leng Xiao possessed higher cultivation levels, the sheer number of their opponents made a prolonged conflict futile. Leng Xiao fought with all his might to carve out a bloody path, ordering Yin Ling to escape first while he stayed behind to cover the retreat.
Lin Ying shouted wildly. With the gale rushing into his mouth, his voice became somewhat muffled and indistinct. Though the volume wasn't great, it was clear enough for everyone to hear.
A-Jiu did not understand medicine, but it was clear the Emperor had been poisoned. Fortunately, to deal with emergencies, she always carried the rare medicines that Qi Yao had scoured the world to collect for her. Among them was a pill for clearing heat and detoxifying; while it might not be the exact cure, it would at least alleviate the symptoms.
Pausing, Yun Zhongxian gazed at the map before him and Liu Wenyu. He was deeply uneasy about the location of North Spirit above the Northern Wasteland tribes, fearing that if the hidden entity emerged, North Spirit alone would struggle to withstand it... For in his heart, an ominous feeling was slowly spreading.
"Mother, Mother, Chen'er is here." When Yan Yu heard Le Chen shouting toward the gates of the Le manor from her arms, she also instinctively looked over.
The nurse was startled and immediately stopped, looking at Dr. Liao with a bewildered expression, unsure of what had happened.
She suddenly remembered that on the first day she woke up in the coffin, Bai Shu had brought her to this dilapidated temple. The weather then had been just like this, only the rain had been much heavier than it was now.
"I know a thing or two about Destiny Academy. The twelve instructors are mostly at the Sergeant rank, and their strength isn't even as high as many of the students. Only Instructor K has reached the Commander rank, and he doesn't teach classes. The reason he is paying attention to the Slime Kingdom should be because of the secret collusion between Engel and the bandit tribes," Ling Xiang said calmly.
"More or less. Look at these cultivators who have come to attend the assembly; see if you can spot any commonalities," Qing Fengling said with a soft laugh.
Having just successfully transformed, the Four Fiends seemed to suffer a blow that pierced their very souls! After several painful screeches, the black shadows faded, and the forms they relied upon dissolved into thin air.
A few breaths later, Li Yi stopped abruptly. Before him lay a stark white skeleton. There was a hole the size of an infant's arm in the skull, while the rest of the bones remained intact. It seemed the struggle before death had not been intense; it was a fatal blow delivered in a single stroke.
Leaning against the exterior of the Azure Dragon Palace, Ziqi rubbed her dazed eyes and twisted her stiff neck, looking around.
"Mou'er, Mou'er, open your eyes and look at me, it's me!" Mu Jinghong pulled at the branch in her hand with one side while pressing down on her shoulder with the other, trying to bring her back to her senses.