Chapter 263: Protecting Her Husband with Might! Lin Mo Didn

Of course, Guo Hanlin and the others weren't so brazen as to attack all at once.

"Gentlemen, who goes first?"

Guo Hanlin asked cautiously.

Qin Fenghua, ranked lowest, fell silent for a moment, then stepped forward:

"If that's the case, I'll go first."

To be honest, he only stepped forward to support a friend and had no great hope of defeating Chu Wange.

Guo Hanlin nodded and led the group toward the arena below.

Dong Se suddenly covered his throat and coughed several times; when he removed his hand, his palm was stained with several streaks of startling crimson blood, stark against his paper-white skin.

Xiao Yurou felt not only a burning shame but also a faint sense of disappointment.

"Heaven's Swap!" Long Sheng said coldly; as an ultimate heavenly realm cultivator, nothing could obscure his vision—he saw a disheveled middle-aged man holding a wine gourd, accompanied by several others: Lin Yu and Bingtang, who had been trapped in the palm-world moments earlier.

He flew through the air, dodging attack after attack with agility, yet many bullets still grazed his body, staining his black robe with blood; he gritted his teeth and kept evading.

The demons of the Bottomless Abyss were no gentle children; those who survived the spatial currents and reached the other side of the portal were among the elite—even this realm infiltrator, now stronger than before, could only perish under the onslaught of thousands of demons.

Bai Shu's thoughts vanished in an instant; the rain still fell, but he dared not linger in the courtyard tonight—Master Hai was the kind of man whose words and actions always had purpose; he would never open a window just to glance out for no reason.

After much thought, facing Xue Dongyi's burning gaze, Xiao Yurou finally nodded shyly.

Throughout the forest, all beasts, birds, and sentient creatures sank into rage; slaughter and predation erupted everywhere, and even other Feng family warriors searching for Xie Mu and An Yizheng scanned their surroundings with furious eyes.

All of this merely confirmed that it was nothing more than an ordinary, unremarkable beast statue.

Sophia's flagship exploded into a blooming firework, cannons blazing as countless weapons unleashed their fury upon former teammates; one by one, once-mighty starships were forever lost in the cosmos.

They only wanted to retreat and reorganize their forces and formation—yet Zhang Ming just threw the whole game into chaos.

"But… the Holy Grail…" Sakura knew the Grail's importance; her father had told her it was a wish-granting device of infinite power.

"It's my fault—I failed to handle family matters, all my fault. I always knew Princess Minghui held ill will toward Muchen, yet I still entrusted Muchen to her. It's all my fault; I deserve to die," Yuan Hao suddenly slapped himself.

"Are you still angry about last time, General Yuan?" The Imperial Consort smiled sweetly, feigning ignorance.

If Neymar were present, he might offer some resistance, but with only Yi Le facing nearly the entire Tottenham squad's focus, he struggled to seize the initiative.

But Li Ru also judged their main enemy wouldn't be Zhang Ming—Zhang Ming had fewer than twenty thousand men total.

Paris's matches at the start of the season always felt sluggish, lacking the rabid offensive intensity of last season.

This time, the depression beneath Bai Chuanqing's feet was far more pronounced—the wooden floor had visibly warped.

The popularity of this livestream shows that this extremely dangerous entertainment activity remains highly favored.