Volume 1, Chapter 31: Time to Put On a Performance

The people who entered the room busied themselves with various tasks.
The clamor piqued the curiosity of those outside, who soon followed them in.
"The valley is right beneath that patch of vines ahead; you can enter from there." Having said this, he turned and ran off.
The scale of this city was even more vast than that of Kaitian City. The walls stood several hundred meters high, and there were eight city gates. As soon as Jiang Yueqing entered the city, she heard the chatter of passersby.
It was a morning; Mom and Dad had not yet returned from work. I was playing in the shade of the trees downstairs, covered in dirt, waiting for them to come home and make us lunch.
Gu Nuan and Gong Weili sat in the seats of honor, observing the others, accepting the grand salutations of Yuanbo Yunyi with calm expressions.
"Sound the combat alarm. Send the first and second squads to investigate; if enemy forces are detected, engage immediately! All other teams, prepare to provide support." The corridors of the underground base were narrow; sending too many people at once would not only hinder maneuverability but also lead to overcrowding, reducing the space for tactical movement. Therefore, a two-squad configuration was optimal.
When King Beiling and the others saw the Allied Legions fighting against the tide of corpses thirty miles north of the city, they were stunned.
As soon as Gu Nuan touched the ground, she summoned her sword and attempted to fly upon it. She was slightly unsteady, but she managed nonetheless.
The moment he stepped into the office, Grindelwald's voice slipped into Ron's ears.
She closed her eyes, sensing her surroundings with focus, determined to find the cliff face inscribed with the draft of the ancient scriptures.
Li Mujiu looked at the somewhat unfamiliar Li Muran before her; she did not seem to have been like this before.
Theoretically, the affairs in the land of Northern Yan could no longer be delayed. Of course, it would be best to bypass the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and outsource the task. However, Zhang Ye was worried about the city's defensive security; while it might work once or twice, he could not truly entrust it to others forever.
"Well? Are you here to sign up?" Tang Rong's tone had softened significantly by now, as she wasn't actually angry at Wang Zihao.
Hearing this, Ling Qian finally remembered to check his own strength. Having been interrogated by so many people the moment he woke up, he naturally hadn't had the time to assess his progress, but the result of his check now left him astonished.
Xing Kun bowed his head slightly, remaining silent. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, as if he had hit upon a brilliant strategy.
Julie, wrapped in a cloak, turned and walked out decisively. She was bundled up like a teddy bear, yet she still seemed quite cold. However, there was no need to worry; throughout the journey, she would be cared for by her sister, Ju Jin.
Under the suppression of the Water of Non-Existence, Zhang Ye continuously channeled the Five Elements laws he had comprehended from the Taixuan Lower Sutra. While forcibly seizing the spirit of the magical artifact, he was also healing the wounds they had sustained.
The massive Black Fiend Flame Spider burned with dazzling light, with threads of black radiance weaving through it, creating a truly eerie sight.
Of course, this did not mean that the combat-oriented Dragon Speakers were weak. If Luo Weiyuan were here, his speed in slaying alien creatures would certainly not be slower than his.
After taking stock, Zhang Ye could no longer sit still. He left the City Lord's Mansion and wandered alone through the outer city.
The pain was so intense that Li Luoluo found it difficult to breathe. "I... I really don't know," she gasped, her hand gripping her phone tightly.
Li Yun was the kind of hot-blooded brother who would die for you if you treated him well, but would return a hundredfold if you bullied him. He possessed a ruthless nature: as long as others didn't provoke him, he wouldn't provoke them, but if they dared to strike, he would beat them to death.
Her thin arms were covered in blue and purple bruises, with new and old wounds layered over one another—it was a truly wretched sight.
"This is actually quite simple." Chang Le briefly explained the method of concealing one's pressure to her. Just as he was about to continue, the walkie-talkie in his hand suddenly crackled to life; it turned out that the rear guard of the Chang Le Army had arrived.