Chapter 239: Red Lantern Counterattacks in Force, but First Strikes Floating Smoke — Xian Zhong Sacrifices All the Way to the Peak of

War, war.

Cui Baihao had lived for over a hundred and forty years, and in the first eighty years of his life, he had never imagined he would end up where he was today.

As a fringe immortal cultivator born of a minor sect, his greatest ambition back then had been nothing more than reaching the peak of Qi Refining.

That was a "great cultivator of the advanced stage of Qi Refining," after all.

Once, when the situation within the Xian Alliance was still stable, the days of a "great cultivator of the advanced stage of Qi Refining" had been quite comfortable.

Unfortunately,

"Didn't Xie Jun say so? That place might affect a person's senses, that is, it might cause hallucinations. I hope Xie Jun has a smooth time of it; I'd like to go in and have a look myself." Ma Jianjun had an extremely strong capacity to accept these fantastical things, and he was also very particular about logic.

In the past, if a single lower-ranked god appeared before humanity, humanity would surely have prostrated itself and knelt. But now they stood lined up neatly here one by one. Like looking at some statue or puppet, they felt like products off an assembly line, lacking much of the vitality humans had.

Heng Yi felt the highest chance of success still rested with the Shadow Emperor; the combat performance not long ago was clearly different from the time in the Hila Star System. After returning to the military department, Heng Yi had looked up past combat records related to the Shadow Emperor. None of them showed that kind of situation.

"None of your business!" Su Xiaoxiao pouted as she spoke. Perhaps she, too, knew that going home early was the right thing to do, but by nature a playful girl, she truly was unwilling to go back so early.

"I toasted you, and you wouldn't drink. My apologies, but now I can only make you drink the penalty wine." Su Yan gave a cold laugh, then crouched down and picked up the bottle mouth the lotion had left on the ground. The bottle mouth was very sharp, and the jagged shards of glass on it looked somewhat like a monster's fangs.

His subordinates all started in unison. They looked over at that spot in unspoken accord, then looked back at their own superior.

Although the Americans had rendered aid to China, this war still brought China no small number of problems. But faced with the Soviet attack, Yang Junran unconditionally chose to meet the battle; the reason was simple — Outer Mongolia was Chinese territory.

Yet, the instant Manager Wang's words had just fallen, an even louder sharp crack rang out.

The giant staff suspended in midair suddenly veered, and before Hades's shocked gaze, it lunged toward the Necromancer Hof, whose pupils had contracted.

To plant this tiny bit of force into the households of officials within Da Chi — how many years would it take? One year, two years, three? Surely it would not be enough. Ten years, twenty? Then when had Lu Lianzheng been plotting all of this?

At this moment, beneath Cheng Qiong's feet, a ball of flame burned eerily; within the black flame was a stone carved with strange secret patterns. Raindrops kept sliding down from Cheng Qiong's brow, the tip of his nose, and his chin, falling onto the stone in the fire, vanishing in the blink of an eye without even a sound.

"Sister, you head back first; once the video is done I'll get in touch with you!" You Zishi greeted Yang Guang's wife, and the other party got into the business car and left.

Having issued orders to the eighty Dark-Gold bosses, Tang Ze turned around and walked off with heavy steps.

In the battle, Huang Ming stood out the most. Wielding a long saber, he stood at the back of the corridor entrance, specifically slashing at the backs of enemies charging up. Basically no one could withstand a single strike; even a few fellows with thick armor had their armor broken in one hit and could only lie on the ground groaning.

Along with it, the black mist drifting around surged and scattered, revealing the figures of the Fallen Demons clutching their heads and rolling about. They were the squad Bixu Bosu had ambushed with; their minds had suddenly suffered a grievous blow and were already out of control.

An instant? Ling Zhoutian had not made any calculation of time; this was the only term he could use to represent it.

At this very moment, apart from the buzzing of the electric current, which still felt very real to You Zishi, every other sound from the outside had become especially blurred and distant. It felt as though her entire brain had become a vacuum cut off from the outside world, clogged and uncomfortable.