Chapter 77

Two shadows collided in midair, sending gusts of wind rippling through the air as the sharp sounds of impact rang out in rapid succession. Cheng Xu’s thick eyebrows arched slightly—this wasn’t the early days of the catastrophe, after all. In the half-year since, who among the survivors hadn’t witnessed a corpse tide or two? No matter how great the numbers, it shouldn’t be enough to frighten a trained soldier out of his wits.

Even He Chengying and Hu Yongbiao found themselves swallowing nervously—let alone those soft-hearted types like Fatty Lin.

A fleeting smile crossed the Demon King’s lips as he swept his long sleeve, dissolving the barrier that imprisoned Ye Chen.

Chen Xing’s fingers began to tighten. Even in unconsciousness, the Moon Fox chief seemed to sense the threat of death; his body trembled with faint convulsions.

At first, Qu Rong hadn’t thought much of Chen Xing—after all, he was just another junior with a registration number past ten thousand. Outwardly, Qu Rong showed nothing, but in his heart, he hardly cared.

Though the grapes from this vineyard weren’t large, their sweetness was exceptional. Wang Xiuying believed they’d be perfect for winemaking; only a little sugar was required to start fermentation.

Instead, an uncanny stillness reigned. Aside from the wind and waves, not a trace of human voices or the engines and whistles of ships remained.

Had it not been mentioned, it would have been fine. But as soon as the subject arose, Xiao Ya’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson and she fidgeted, too embarrassed to say a word.

If you were to mention a world-class pop king on Earth, perhaps many wouldn’t know the name.

That day, he’d gone to the auction in Lin Wanqing’s car, so the license plate was hers as well.

The calm on Lu Jiazhu’s face had vanished long ago. On the contrary, under the gloomy sky, his fervor for killing A’Lu surged inside him like a raging storm.

The Deepwater Python swam excitedly toward Chen Feng, then dove straight into the Sacred Water Pagoda.

All I wanted was to lazily lie on the bed or sofa with Li Mingyou, quietly wasting time together.

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile faded from Su Zhe’s face; his eyes narrowed, and a cold, lethal glint flickered within them.

Once the power of divine sense was extracted, this "Nightmare" would pose no further threat. With a casual wave of his hand, hundreds of Blood Oath Swords pierced and annihilated the Nightmare in a blink, its body dissipating into blue smoke and vanishing utterly into the void.

He wondered if, even with his stomach full to bursting, he ought to finish every bit in front of him—otherwise, he’d betray Li Yajie’s good intentions, and that just wouldn’t do.

“Don’t eat too much, all right?” Zhu Muye, worried that Dou Dou would eat herself sick without restraint, reminded her in advance.

Sure enough, just two or three days later, word came from the martial world that the court had replaced Marshal Dai Luanxiang with General Qian Qing. Marshal Dai would soon pass through Tong Pass on his way to the capital to report his service.

Of course, buyers still had to pay something for the land—five silver dollars per acre, cash up front. Even so, people flocked to buy, for the Security Brigade’s fields were famous for their high yields.

When Field "Frog" raised his hand, we were delighted to see that, under the torchlight held above his head, his shadow bunched tightly at his feet—exactly as it should.

Naturally, I remembered those four secret phrases. With Zhuo Mingfeng’s help, I and the others found the secret chamber outside Jade Gate Pass. I recited them word for word.

Awakened by thirst, I left my room and saw that the light in Zhao Yiyang’s quarters was still on. Driven by curiosity, I walked to his door.

“This is my full strength—take this, Tang Yi!” Lin Fengzi shouted. Spreading his legs, the ground beneath him suddenly collapsed; an immense force whipped up a raging storm. Clenching one fist, he hadn’t even struck yet, but the power was enough to shatter a swath of space.

“Here’s the latest entertainment news: Yuerou, a top-ranked songstress in Bian City, was recently rumored to be involved with Vice Minister Bai Shizhong. The two were seen together in Chun Garden in an intimate pose; a censor has already filed a formal accusation.”

White-haired rice dumplings are the lowest rank among all rice dumpling spirits—just barely transformed from corpses. Their strength and agility fall far short of the zombies seen in movies.

I was lost in thought when Zhang Wan’s exclamation—“Ow, that hurts!”—snapped me back to reality. I saw her reach for her ankle; perhaps she really had twisted it.

However, Spirit Net Talismans were high-grade and he didn’t have many left, so he gave up on the idea rather than waste another.

I carefully examined the cliff ahead. Aside from the opening at the mouth of the valley, the terrain was much the same as a sinkhole. The entrance was slightly higher than the rest, making it the obvious choice.

Among the three great warlords of the Beast Tribe, King Tiger was cunning and treacherous, while God Tyrannosaur was a master of schemes. Both were suspicious by nature and formidable strategists.

Well, since it had come to this, Fang Xing didn’t refuse any further. At worst, he’d toss it into an unused corner later.

Fortunately, the Dragon Eagle was enormous, and the five disciples plus the ten elders managed to seat themselves atop its back.

Seeing this, Tian Liming and his companions’ faces changed dramatically—they knew those men were desperate. Instantly, they hunched and retreated, trying to evade the leaders’ assault.

Each household’s rations were strictly allotted; if Jiang Qiao gave theirs away, her family would have less to eat or even go hungry.

Yet now, with the leverage slipping through her fingers, Lan Yi truly felt awkward, but there was nothing she could do. She wasn’t facing an ordinary person, but Qianle—the Lord of the Immortal Realm, who could decide her fate at will.