Chapter 74: Strangulation! A Brutal Battle!
In the central battlefield.
The Huns’ elite, led by the Scourge of God—Alati, also moved.
Amidst chaos of men and horses falling, King Sangjis of the Alans suddenly found himself unable to press forward; at some point, the enemies surrounding him were no longer lightly armored or unarmored Hun nomads, but precisely organized squads of elite Hun iron-clad cavalry.
The situation reversed in an instant.
The Alans’ assault cavalry suffered heavy casualties.
Ten meters away, Gris’s face turned ashen—he was truly about to crash into it, then shut his eyes.
Luo Liang hadn’t expected he was peeking into the bedroom of a woman with large breasts; he immediately knew this place was undoubtedly a branch of the Poison Blood Ball.
Better to play the grandson—get his business done quickly, or else he’ll truly ignore me, and I’ll lose face forever.
Liu Sang’s aura surged like a tide; his terrifying flame-palm imprint descended like the hand of a heavenly god, slamming hard toward Ye Wutian.
He pried open her teeth and plunged deep, kissing her until she nearly suffocated, then reluctantly released her.
“Boss, what do we do? Time’s almost up—if we don’t hurry, we’ll miss it. Should we push them?” Far away, Nian Mao whispered.
Since it was a single drop of blood from a Body-Cultivation Divine Demon, the requirement for Qin Chen’s assimilation was naturally higher.
“Is that so? Do you think I can’t afford to play?” Lin Chen’s aura intensified further; he crossed his arms behind his back, radiating unshakable pride and confidence as he stepped forward again.
When Zhao Ling’er was first appointed as a concubine-princess, how many in the capital were resentful? Later, when the Eighth Prince made that statement, how many more cursed Zhao Ling’er as shameless?
Sustained punishment from heavenly wrath further drained the Holy Spirit energy; even with the Sacred Dragon Pearl’s protective power, it could not halt the massive depletion caused by the dual arrays.
But once that fellow entered the black hole, a pure stream of immortal energy flowed out from Ye Xuan’s absorption space.
“Old Lin, don’t worry. Doctor Zhang is here today—nothing will happen.” Liu Kaiji chuckled.
“I’m asking you—were all those things done to Yanran, done by you?” Chen Yang smiled.
Facing Bai’s somewhat arrogant words, Hua Jianrou did not rebuke him; she even found them somewhat reasonable.
Each independent chamber inside the furnace had tiny holes connecting to the central furnace room.
Caught red-handed so bluntly, Ji Hua had no strength left to explain; he chose silence instead of further lies.
Seeing this, Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows; green light surged along his arm, and the green dragon claw in the sky grew denser, emitting a flash of radiant light carrying an immensely terrifying ripple.
But now that things had reached this point, there was no turning back; Jiang Bai looked at the group before him, his mood sour but not fearful.
Xia Wenuan spoke, then saw Liang Jingxuan notice her; she quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped her lips.
He had contact information for Wen Li and the Nine-Faced Overlord on the virtual network; if anything needed to be communicated to him or about him, he was the one to go to.
Fujii Juri could not relieve this feeling at all, so he hurriedly urged himself to wash his hands and find a quiet place to calm down.
It was a moonless night; the ruined persimmon grove was silent, save for the wind rustling through the trees.
It was a bit immoral—this girl had secretly held my hand while I was asleep.
Sitting in the back seat, Chu Yan watched Ye Zhaozhao keep a great distance from him, as if she feared he’d eat her.
Xu Ze Yun’s gaze turned dangerous, his eyes tracking the cruise ship carrying Enzhu as it sailed farther away.
Then came the Golden Toad; Xu Jia saw him still seated atop the Treasure Basin, though the Yin Demons inside had now calmed down—he pretended nothing had happened.
Parents, students, internet celebrities—all followed in droves, chattering noisily like ducks at a meeting.
End of Chapter
