29 Chapter 29

And so, through highly detailed discussions, every theoretical obstacle to this plan was dismantled one by one. Once all the details were resolved, it was finally placed on the agenda, leaving even the deeply apprehensive Xu Yunjin with no room for rebuttal.

Wang Hao was well aware that the creature’s weak points were its head and its first few body segments, yet he still found no opportunity to strike. The Flame Demons continuously hurled fireballs, which pummeled the giant centipede, but it showed no reaction at all. The creature’s hardened carapace completely deflected the fireballs, leaving the Flame Demons helpless.

Zhao Fuchen shrugged, choosing not to press further. If someone didn't want to talk, asking too many questions would only make him appear overly deliberate.

Though the Dragon race is hailed as the most powerful, having produced countless Saint-level powerhouses, a God-tier dragon had not been seen for thousands of years. Perhaps some God-tier experts remained hidden in the forbidden zones of the Boundless Sea, but in the public eye, no Divine Beast or God-level being had appeared for ages.

Just then, the sound of something tearing through the air made both sides, who were about to clash, come to an immediate halt. A youth was seen walking over from the distance.

"Do you wish to die?" the man asked coldly, remaining remarkably calm despite the situation.

Beidou took the two men's opinions seriously. If the items the Holy See offered for public sale possessed such terrifying power, wouldn't the "Treasure Tools" they kept for their own use be even more formidable?

There was a reason for the formation of this worldview. The indigenous lizard race was not particularly powerful underground, where countless entities far superior to them existed. They survived in this volcanic crater, where the pressure of interspecies competition was immense.

This time, it was merely Albert’s personal request for Wang Hao to retrieve the strange bear. Perhaps feeling stung because everyone else was busy, Wang Hao refused the convenience of Hilna’s psychic magic and set out alone.

No matter how large a spaceship is, how efficient can its cooling system be? Therefore, people usually reserve blocks of ice to absorb heat.

It was less of a sound and more of a resonance of consciousness—a roar of rage formed in her mind by the powerful intent contained within the energy.

It could be said that Yin Xiangwan was not without a way out, and even if she took that path, it wouldn't necessarily be bad—it just couldn't compare to her former glory.

Following this charge, Xu Sanpang led dozens of cavalrymen, striking at the encirclement in the rear.

In his previous life, Shen Xingluo held the most well-informed intelligence network in the world, his influence spreading across the entire Great Yan. No one dared to act recklessly in any place that bore his name.

A Grandmaster was a pillar of the nation, a status only possessed by the world’s major powers.

This prefect ignored the common people of Lin'an Prefecture entirely, offering them no chance to buy grain at the prefectural capital and leaving them to fend for themselves outside the city gates.

To activate the Game Lobby, he had to act as a Keeper and guide an investigator through a module, and the only one available to him was "Summer Ghost Stories."

Jin Baishun’s face twisted in pain. Too preoccupied to worry about his injured hand, he clutched his aching waist and began to curse.

He looked at Mrs. Zhou, only to see her wearing a look of confusion, glancing from him to the top of the machine.

Meanwhile, Liu Qingzhao, who was leaping back and forth under the eaves using spider silk, witnessed the scene. A gleam of sharp light flashed in her compound eyes as she shouted at Lin Guang.

Hua Zhuangxian shook his head silently. "Interrogating those two tomb raiders is the police's responsibility, not our archaeological team's. Do you intend to overstep your authority?" After saying this, Hua Zhuangxian turned his head slightly to look at Brother Pao, who became so uncomfortable that he had to walk back to the camp with his head bowed.

"Who said that? I’ll be the first to cut him down!" The crowd below immediately cried out in righteous indignation. It seemed the Feather Emperor was deeply loved by the citizens.

This person was an old antique of the Ximen family, the old monster referred to by Ximen Chang as Ninth Uncle. Having remained at the peak of the Martial Sovereign level for who knows how many years, with no hope of advancing to the rank of Martial King, he stayed here to guard the family estate and expend his remaining vitality.

"Rest assured, rest assured, I would never embarrass you. May I ask who your boss is? I’ll go pay my respects immediately." "No, no..." The Purple Emperor waved his hands frantically. If he had to sit and eat with this fat man, he wouldn't be able to swallow a single bite.

Seeing Li Yao address her that way, Leng Ruobing’s pretty face stiffened. He was being far too familiar—were they really that close?

The great war lasted for over four months, involving the three major hegemonic powers and twelve top-tier races. Over ten million demon clan members participated in the fighting, including a hundred top-tier Supreme Elders, thousands of powerful mages, tens of thousands of elders, hundreds of thousands of deacons, and millions of Demon Saints. The rest were all peak Demon Kings on the verge of forging their Saint Platforms.

Ma Shanglong felt the world go dark in an instant. Without anyone else needing to touch him, he felt a mouthful of blood surge into his throat, but he couldn't even spit it out; he was literally choked into unconsciousness.

Three factions jointly managed this chaotic camp. The outer walls were made of earth, piled up by Evolvers using their supernatural abilities. Each faction guarded one of the entrances to the camp, collecting fees from outsiders who wished to enter.