Chapter 149: Tree-like Civilization

The entire dragonkin village had been reduced to ruins.

When the young dragon landed, it saw countless corpses, but the dark elves had taken all their bodies and left almost no useful weapons or equipment.

The dark elf empire’s external conquests were much like Deng Ken’s campaigns against barbarians—whether against the Celtic or Germanic tribes, they were always losing ventures, yielding insufficient gains, and leaving behind nothing but wastelands.

Yet the dark elves were better off than

Xuantian looked pained, but knew Bai Gui’s analysis was sound. The battle on the Nine Heavens Demon-Sealing Map had exhausted all remaining power of the cushion.

He murmured softly, then turned sharply— the demonic army charging forward suddenly hesitated, its already non-existent formation descending into chaos, filled with eerie howls.

It was a pity, though; few remained to watch. Just now, Xuantian had gone mad, as if fully possessed by darkness. Though he targeted only the fallen, he had scared off nearly all cultivators.

Siyue had long known that under these circumstances, if she wanted to seize Yingying, she had to make the enemy utterly complacent, then strike swiftly at the perfect moment—only then could she turn defeat into victory.

She swiftly spun to Feng Duwu’s side, used her Yuan force to support her, and took a few steps back along the original path.

“The crown princess of Yuanqing dares to be so arrogant?” the man said, and with a sharp *shhh*, he drew his sword from its scabbard and swung it at Mu Fuxi without a moment’s thought.

“What?!” At these words, not only Li Siti himself but even Meng Wu and the others were stunned. Hadn’t Li Siti just arrived in Huaxia with Meng Wu and the others? Why would Ling Hua, the police captain, suddenly demand he come along? He hadn’t done anything wrong, had he?

“What I mean is, this place feels unusual—as if some terrible spirit once emerged here. The air carries a terrifying sonic wave,” Xuantian said, sensing carefully, and once again heard the faint roar.

Su Ruibai’s forehead broke into a fine sweat; his pale face nodded. Yi Nanchen gripped her hand tightly; though his expression remained calm, his hand trembled slightly.

At this moment, Nia’s focus was clearly not inside the cabin—everyone inside knew she was observing gravitational waves; outsiders would surely think she was having a fit.

“Grandfather says he wants to talk to you—he’s right ahead,” Dugu Yan pointed into the depths of the canyon.

Members of this faction, being so laid-back, had joined no political group and always abstained from voting, so their numbers were small, yet every other faction still came to trample on them.

How could Oscar, an auxiliary soul master, possibly withstand the full force of Yu Tianyi, a powerhouse soul master? Not to mention Yu Tianyi’s soul weapon, Thunder Ancestor Dragon, was even stronger than Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

When the door opened, the iron hooks jolted and clanged against each other, sending a chill straight through me.

Losing balance, the biosphere, under the nearly infinite food demands of predators, could only meet its end.

Beneath Zi Yu Tower, the voices of Liu Zhiming and Jiang Han had drawn a circle of Confucian scholars around them, all watching like spectators.

Shu Kexin stared fixedly at Xia Yan, and for the first time, an impulse stirred unexpectedly within her heart.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yu smashed the tea table before him with a sudden palm strike, as if seeing himself from that long-ago time.

It was a close-up of Lie Feng; she was clearly in a factory, her upper body suspended in midair, steel connectors attached to her arms, a new arm being hoisted beside her.

“I always feel my body has some flaw—otherwise, why would I be so desperately short of energy?” Gu Santong wondered as he ladled his fourth bowl of rice.

Seeing Wu Qinghuang’s motion, Fen Qianluo and the others fastened the Fire Spirit Stones to their bodies; their cold forms gradually warmed under the stones’ heat.