Volume 1, Chapter 57: Ambushed and Sacked in a Burlap Bag

More than three hundred mercenary riders holding long lances charged out through the breach in the stone wall, with their spears braced. It was hard to imagine that, at a time when the war had exhausted the national strength of the Kingdom of Rick to the point of utter depletion, these people could still indulge so extravagantly in banquet hours.

The carriage had been kept inside that mansion by the alleyway all along, with a woman coming over every day to feed it water and forage. This was not because Hallis was stubbornly overestimating her abilities; witches naturally possessed a resistance to poisons and curses far surpassing that of ordinary people. The venom of the Homan giant python belonged to that slow, insidious type, and with her own innate resistance combined with purifying potions, keeping the spread of the poison in her body under control was not much of a problem—she could likely hold on for even two years if necessary.

As they spoke, Dong Shengyu waved his sleeve, causing the void to collapse for ten thousand miles. A terrifying divine might enshrouded Gu Han's body, trapping him within it. Yet at that very moment, Gu Han suddenly felt a mighty force release him from that confinement.

This time, Wu Mengsheng—Su Huanzhen's persona—did not deliver any poetic chant. Perhaps that cat and dog next door were watching him right now, waiting for him to recite a poem so they could step in and show off.

This also reminded him of another matter: the organization's speculation regarding the origins of Klein's advanced knowledge. Many people believed that Klein's knowledge came from some Origin Object.

Not only that, but within the coachman's blood, Jiang Feng observed a uniquely shaped bacterium.

Gargoyles crafted from obsidian material were practically immune to standard spells below the three-star level. Although they were often difficult to refine successfully due to the material's inherent aversion to magic, once successfully refined, calling them spell-killers was no exaggeration at all.

They had all grown up amidst ridicule and skepticism; what kind of harsh words hadn't they heard? If Xiao Cheng's words could break them, they wouldn't have survived until now; they would have long since found a place to hang themselves.

Could it be that the opponent adopted this wave-tactics strategy precisely to consume the dragon soul? To weaken the dragon soul's capabilities.

"Actually, it's fine. As time passes, everyone will gradually forget and won't dwell on it anymore. Besides, the current situation is only temporary," Limeng said, though deep down she wasn't entirely certain herself.

He was originally an Ottoman merchant who specialized in the Black Sea route, operating two ships that traveled back and forth between the Crimean Khanate and the Ottoman Empire, trafficking white slaves captured in the Crimean Khanate to the Ottoman Empire.

In truth, without giving it much thought, the waters of the Hidden Sea must be in utter chaos right now. The reason the Su family's islands were currently safe was because Li Yang was holding back the blood-red light; otherwise, the scene on the island right now would be an entirely different story.

"Heh heh, it's not yet time to reveal it," Vlad shrugged, stuffing the replication fruit back into his pocket.

Although the magical power cultivated over hundreds of centuries was gone, Lian Haiping's combat experience was something even a master of martial arts combat would find difficult to reach.

After Qin Qiong shook his head and left, Wang Xingxin crouched down again, burying his head in his lap, lost in thought.

"I don't know either; I just can't control it," Xu Shiying said with a hint of irritation. She didn't know why, as she had never even considered it.

The closer they got, the louder the sound became. Vlad had to cover his ears once more, constantly terrified that if this continued, his eardrums might shatter directly.

The power of the Main God was truly powerful to an unimaginably baffling degree. The distance of the two teleportations was unknown, but they were both completed instantaneously. Even with Wang Yan's cultivation at the Earth Immortal realm, he could not perceive the passage of time.

Although it was uncertain whether death was caused by suffocation from being covered by the mudslide or a cervical fracture from a blow to the head, Wang Zhi confirmed the fact that he was dead. However, unlike the previous two times, his combat was not yet over; he could not afford to linger here to appreciate memories while waiting for the resurrection cooldown.

At that moment, Ling Wei'er suddenly asked She Zhenguo with a mischievous and playful expression, as if she had inherited Han Xue's ability for psychological insight, directly speaking out She Zhenguo's true inner thoughts.

Faced with the harassment and humiliation from every villager in the entire village, Wang Yan did not show the slightest bit of anger or resentment, but that did not mean he would not seek revenge for it.

Before long, Dharma-realm cultivators, Spirit-domain cultivators, and Wood-sect cultivators had all entered the fourth level. In an instant, the bustling and lively maze became silent and devoid of human presence.

In other words, the geniuses present were not actually the sole heirs to the helm within their respective factions; there were others competing with them. Who would ultimately sit in the master's seat seemed completely uncertain for now, and could only depend on who could survive until the end, or who would have the last laugh.

One must know that these nine individuals were geniuses of Cangyun Star, super experts who had leaped over the dragon's gate, possessing martial meridians and divine abilities of tremendous might. Even super experts of the Earth Spirit realm would not dare to face them head-on and would definitely choose to evade such an offensive.

In the Street of souls world, outside the Luhuagu Tower, Wang Yan squatted on the ground clutching his head. Bloodshot veins filled his eyes, his teeth were clenched tight, and his somewhat handsome face was distorted like an evil ghost's, fierce and terrifying.

For instance, the Blood Fiend Sect needed twenty ninja bodyguards, but in reality, fifty might have shown up.

It seemed this fellow truly had ulterior motives. Both he and the "antique collector" faction were within his calculations; this guy probably intended to trap all of us here.

Qing Ci felt as though she had fallen into an icy abyss, her fists clenching until they bled. An oppressive aura that was hard to suppress made the very heavens and earth tense up, the clawing branches rustling incessantly, and the laughter echoing through the dense forest was filled with absurdity. Those unbelievable words echoed in her ears over and over again.

Mayor Mao roared inwardly with an expression of utter disbelief, but by this point, saying anything was already useless.

Gu Cheng subconsciously wanted to sneer and mock her for being childish, but meeting Zhao's bright, blossoming smile, he ultimately said nothing.