Chapter 75: The Decisive Battle

Deng Ken was still waiting.

But behind him, the Empire’s heavy cavalry were already restless.

Dozens of bloodshot eyes stared at the cavalry commander ahead, their fiery gaze burning with fierce battle lust; the adjutant had tried to speak several times from behind Deng Ken, but each time he fell silent, waiting for the final command for the decisive battle.

The Imperial Alliance had suffered heavy casualties; the left flank’s Imperial legions had been pushed back by the Gale Wind, barely holding firm only because Aetius had personally taken the field.

“Don’t be afraid,” Yan Beihan gently patted her shoulder; she obediently leaned against his back.

Duolong: “No oath is needed—I know your heart. But these are turbulent times. Had it been peace, my Duolong clan’s manpower, resources, and wealth could have easily founded a principality.”

He turned his head to look around, but saw no sign of Shen Yan’s figure; his mind was confused—where had Shen the Third’s voice come from?

Flashing through her mind were countless details, and only now, as Cheng Ran had openly revealed himself, did they all click into place—no wonder he always came by after school, sat for a while, and left last; she had always assumed Cheng Ran’s real intent wasn’t the books, but her.

With that, Huiyin slowly raised the “long sword” in her hand; the jade pendants hovering around her danced in orbit, and above her head, another object slowly emerged.

The monkey had not yet left its territory when a second urgent message arrived from Aveline—Aveline herself had already departed the territory, and she had said nothing about where she was going.

Yang Hao was still satisfied with this bear’s attributes, especially its tenacious skill, which meant this hug-bear wasn’t just disposable—it was worth cultivating.

Faced with the sudden ambush of two Golden Core experts, the only one who could save Li Chen was the Blackwater Dragon Turtle.

“Lord Siji, I’m back!” A sudden voice shattered the stillness. A figure with red hair and crimson eyes, carrying a massive scythe on his back, walked forward from afar.

Zhong Wu had not deceived Dilimeilina; on the contrary, his method was simple—though immoral, it amounted to a form of coercion.

He seemed to sense something dangerous in this space; though Leisun Baby listened, dumbfounded, in truth, Leisun Baby knew nothing at all.

“Brother, you don’t always have to look forward. Look back—someone will always be waiting for you where the lanterns grow dim,” Gu Ruochu said softly.

Another overwhelming pressure surged from within the Glutton’s body—pressure nearly equal to that radiating from the brocade-clad man. The air, moments ago as if sealed shut, suddenly returned to normal.

Jun Haixin raised an eyebrow. “Your master?” She followed the direction of his hand toward the Mercedes.

In an instant, the entire temple courtyard sank back into silence, returning to an unprecedented calm—as if no one had ever appeared.

Facing a zombie boss stronger than them was no easy task, especially for Shen Yaoming; despite his strength far surpassing Xia Feng, he often dared not directly block the zombie boss.

Ming Yuemin said nothing—if even the Underworld Lord didn’t know about the lost ancient path, it was almost certainly just rumor.

After eating his fill, Gu Ruochu suddenly remembered the nurse’s words and finally noticed Lu Shaoqi—he had dark circles and puffy eyes beneath them; clearly, he hadn’t slept well these past two days.

She cried even more bitterly and desolately; she didn’t know who else in this world she had besides Lian Shuo.

Luo Kunyuan had barely stepped out of the temple when, under the dim flickering torchlight before the gate, he saw a dozen disciples of the Beggar's Sect standing in neat formation.

Xing Yun had not left the Medicine King Valley; he had stopped ten kilometers away, where he could faintly see the valley shrouded in mist.