Chapter 1970: The Final Moment of the Temporal Fracture Is Approaching

Jiang Ding fully awakened.

The moment he opened his eyes, the surrounding heavens and earth froze; all sentient beings within a radius of hundreds of thousands of kilometers instantly perished, losing all spiritual essence, as even rules and cause-and-effect collapsed and vanished without a trace.

It was as if the End Dharma Era had truly arrived!

A terrifying entity from the End Dharma Era descended upon the mortal world, to proclaim an unstoppable fate of this endless starry sky.

With the Great Sun Sword Disciple

The people in Dorm 402, having often hung around Chen Li, had long known Huang Biao.

"Really? That's liberation!" Li Ba, standing nearby, heard Er Liuzi's words and burst out excitedly.

As Shen Wuxing Tianzong kept calling out, the divine statue's outer layer cracked and peeled away, unleashing brilliant Jin Chong Guang; the watching non-humans all raised their hands to shield their eyes, for the Jin Chong Guang was blindingly intense.

During his absence, the entire Hengtong Group had been managed with perfect order by Chen Wei.

Indeed, their monthly income exceeded ten thousand; they were certainly skilled at making money. But is it truly skillful to make money by exploiting people's kindness and sympathy?

Chen Li was speechless—he had gone to the county once during the Spring Festival and bought plenty of snacks and candies, including this wine-filled candy.

Lucky break—the ball landed right on his head. Wang Tiejun spread his arms, locked his left hand around Perkins, shoved his right hand against AC Green, then surged upward and snatched the ball with one hand.

Chen Wei's gaze lingered longer on Yang Hongmei; even after all these years, his infatuation with Aunt Yang had not diminished one bit.

Some classmates in the class, who could have enrolled in County No. 1 High, had chosen County No. 2 High out of fear they wouldn't pass the entrance exam.

Heavy rain poured down; the purple-red flames had completely reduced the castle to ashes, which flowed with the rain across the earth—gone forever, yet eternally present.

An unprecedented flame of jealousy ignited in Shang Hua's eyes; his eyelids trembled, his cheeks stiffened with envy and hatred. He had always considered himself a genius, proud of having reached the Second Transformation realm at merely thirty years of age.

"I won't spare you today—I swear I won't remain human!" Liu Hao growled, his flying sword striking Gongye Haomiao with every move aimed to kill. Faced with such attacks, Gongye Haomiao could only evade for now, waiting until Liu Hao's assault weakened before counterattacking.

By the time the moonlit night arrived, it was already noon. Yueye was number nine; his opponent was the abbot's disciple, Liu Liu Jiayu, ranked second on the Abbot Mountain Top Ten List—a formidable warrior capable of contending for a top-three spot on the East Sea Top Ten List.

For Meng Qi, drowned in killing intent, the void where Zhan Lao stood emitted words no one could understand—whether Meng Qi heard them, or whether he was alive or dead, it didn't matter. Eventually, Zhan Lao's presence vanished completely.

Luo Chen was also frustrated; he had finally found a possible cause, but if the plague's spread had nothing to do with the ancient tree's soul fruit, then the people he brought along would be in danger—after all, they could no longer determine what had triggered the soul transformation.

Yet this gentle touch caused the great knife to snap clean in two! The long sword pierced straight through the soft armor, sending a spray of blood flying.

Gu Ge was forced back by the blow, with no way out—his life hung by a thread. His spiritual force erupted violently, surrounding him with deep blue energy; within that blue energy, a white fissure slowly appeared—this was the only way to sever Gu Ge's connection to the barbarian beast.

Again and again, it failed. Because Qin Yang was astonished to discover that his Second Battle Soul's embryonic form had indeed grown stronger—but now it had become a major obstacle. Due to its strength, its hold within his body had become even more tenacious. No matter how hard Qin Yang strained, he could not push it out of his body.

Zhang Chuan was of extreme bulk—he alone outweighed three Sun Shan; even if Zhang Chuan let him use one arm, he could still easily kill him.