Volume 1, Chapter 66: Like a forgotten puppy, looking pitiful

"Fourth Brother asked us to meet him here, yet he is nowhere to be found. How strange," the Fifth Prince, Zhao Chen, couldn't help pinching little Qi's chubby hand. "Rather than saying it's strange that Fourth Brother broke his promise, it's even stranger that he asked both of us to come at the same time."

For the next period of time, Li Zilong seemed to enter a busy season, spending most of his time on business trips to surrounding cities.

Such a vicious demonic technique; who knows how many lives had to be taken to master it. The negative emotions within Yan Wufeng's body were so overwhelming that even Yang Chi felt ashamed by comparison. Perhaps all the deaths he had witnessed in his entire lifetime did not outnumber the people Yan Wufeng had killed.

What she had used just now was precisely the illusion-painting avatar she obtained in Qingluo Dao City, proactively releasing an illusion avatar to confuse Lei Yan and throw off his senses. Her original intention was to threaten the destruction of the Fenji Sword, forcing Lei Yan to stop killing and buy more time.

Starting from this day, the high-end combat strength within the coalition forces quietly shifted. The main changes occurred on the side of the two empires; the figures of the Twin Kings became obscured, and high-ranking coalition officials rarely saw the Twin Kings step forward to handle any matters.

The next moment, the teleportation array trembled and burst into light, enveloping Ye Tian's figure. Following that, he felt his body sway slightly, and he was already standing amidst a mountain range.

Had it been in the past, Malun would have spared no effort to rescue Zhou Zihao. But now, he hoped to use the resources at his disposal to find someone who could help him solve his problem.

As soon as Old Man Tang finished speaking, everyone's gazes turned toward Zhang Zheng. Indeed, if Zhang Zheng had not decisively ordered a retreat at that time—provided the Japanese forces had been allowed to complete their pincer movement from above and below—frankly speaking, the possibility of total annihilation of the entire army existed.

"Kneel down!!!" A fierce roar suddenly exploded from the dense forest in the distance, rolling like peals of thunder, causing a painful ringing in people's eardrums and making even the surrounding trees and grass tremble.

Regrettably, however, there was simply no relationship whatsoever between this producer and Bai Jing; they probably didn't even know each other.

Feng Moyan's face turned pale as his footsteps retreated backward in rapid succession. It was only at this moment that he realized just how formidable Zhang Xiaoyun truly was.

The surrounding members of the Zhu family did not dare to step forward to stop him; they only watched with pounding hearts, hoping the chieftain would bring people over soon, otherwise the young master would genuinely be beaten to death.

The flat-headed man drew his gun and prepared to shoot, but unfortunately, with a flick of Lin Fan's wrist, the dagger in his hand instantly flashed forward like a flying dart.

Because they needed to rush for the wedding date, the group did not stop when passing through the Yu family's ancestral home in Jinling, resting only for a day at Daye Pass along the way.

Early the next morning, the sound of a resonant bronze bell echoed throughout the city, startling all living beings out of their meditative states.

After Murong Feng spoke these words within the light, he vanished. Along with Murong Feng's disappearance, the time barrier was also declared broken, and the purple light in the sky slowly dissipated.

At this moment, the giant white python was truly beyond tears. Originally, it had intended to seek help from its master, but who could have anticipated that it would instead bring about its own doom.

"I don't know where her power comes from." Zhou En was utterly baffled. However, now that he knew the place where Leng Qingyu worked, even though she had temporarily rejected him, he would still have plenty of opportunities in the future.

Therefore, in formulating specific tactics, Guo Song tried his utmost to avoid direct, close-quarters combat with the enemy army. Once embroiled in such fighting, victory or defeat alike meant heavy casualties, and this kind of attrition warfare squandering human lives was most unfavorable to the Huainan army.

"Hehe... So that's how it is..." Su Mu smilingly closed his folding fan, tucked it back into his waist, and turned to look at Old Master Ma. Just as he was about to speak, he was astonished to see Old Master Ma kneeling on the ground with an expression of profound gratitude for such a great favor.

Spiritual energy surged between the two of them, instantly reducing the entire mourning hall to a complete mess. Yang Kai grew braver with every clash, while the fake Yang Lang had no ability to counterattack whatsoever. Before long, his face turned as dark as the bottom of a cooking pot.