Chapter 364: Full Defense Mode

Lin Mo smiled brightly and nodded: "Alright, then let's begin!"

In the instant the words "let's begin" landed, a fierce wind surged through the arena, whipping up shattered stones and countless dust particles from the combat-torn sword platform.

"Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh…"

The howling gale instantly obscured more than half of the sword platform.

It also swallowed the figures of Lin Mo and Yu Congyu within its vortex.

But he immediately halted it, quelling the pang of pity in his heart—he knew he could not grant her request.

After touring the company, Lin An'an still couldn't find a suitable spot to wait for Zhan Qi, pacing back and forth along the corridor.

Ye Yunsheng blocked with his sword, catching the tip of Huolongzi's blade; the Gang qi collided, forcing Huolongzi's sword backward. Huolongzi shifted his strike, thrusting again—Ye Yunsheng sidestepped and struck the hilt two inches from the guard.

I don't know what I'm afraid of, but a bone-deep chill seized me—my whole body turned icy, as if plunged into an abyss.

"Antoni, thank you so much last time." Since he couldn't avoid it, Situ Fengya forced himself forward.

Mei Lin spoke to those around him, for the strongest beasts here were mostly nearly a thousand years old, and their true qi was terrifying.

Lin An'an widened her eyes, suddenly recalling Zhan Chi's strange words—her heart stirred.

Naturally, no one objected—even if some harbored resentment, none dared speak up. Besides, simply revealing the reason for the predetermined outcome had already achieved relative fairness.

She had sung and danced through all five songs from the album, and though exhausted, she saw the audience's enthusiasm—clearly, they loved these tracks.

"It's free—you can play the entire game without spending a single coin, since all heroes are given to you for free and don't affect gameplay; these skins are purely cosmetic."

"Don't just stand there—drink." Meng He took a sip, nodded, and even handed a bowl to Liu Zhengyi.

Ordinary tombs held only one eternal lamp; even kings, marquises, and generals used no more than seven.

Wu Xingchen tossed and turned for hours, growing more awake the more he slept, so he got up and joined his aunt's husband and the others to keep watch in the main hall.

This was a towering, majestic hall shaped like a pagoda, seven stories high and over a hundred feet tall, strikingly grand.

Whether commoners or mighty warriors of the Cangqiong Continent, none who entered ever emerged.

Under Lin Tian's orders, over a hundred elite Level-3 axe-and-shield soldiers split into three squads of roughly thirty men each to confront a single mutated zombie wolf.

The best approach, of course, is to manufacture it in China and sell it in China—no ocean shipping needed, saving considerable costs and maximizing profit.

Su Qingge glanced at the overly enthusiastic eunuch Huang, truly enjoying VIP treatment.

Zhang Wuxuan focused again; Xie Jun watched silently as his spiritual sense strained to concentrate—though it eventually stabilized into a decent range, it still failed to reach the threshold of qualitative transformation.

"Nothing serious." He had already walked back slowly, meeting Zong Feng's scrutiny with his own.

Thus, Hei Yue's strike failed, meaning in the next instant she could control less than half the black light energy sphere—possibly even less.

Now, he could see the future—Heng Yi and the Wu Shuang Divine Clan's transformations had become guiding beacons.

So on the seventh day of the new year, Chen Chufan quietly left home. Yet his homecoming had already generated enough gossip to keep the factory workers chattering for a long time.