Chapter 368: Pulling People In, Absolutely Not Losing

The seven senior disciples of Mingde advanced through the great array, half their attention fixed on the darkness ahead, the other half weighed down by thoughts of Jiushan Sect.

Though the array blocked their spiritual sense and vision, it was common for battles between Soul Transformation cultivators to ripple across ten thousand li—even within the array, they could roughly sense the situation at Jiushan Sect.

Four demonic clan Soul Transformation cultivators, their auras strange yet undeniably powerful, at least two of whom were veteran Soul Transformation masters.

Opposing them was a cultivator of Nascent Soul realm.

Probably just now the Dark Lord opened that prophecy orb; after hearing what was inside, it's no surprise he flew into such a rage.

An Yi: "My younger brother is in the Prince's hands." Though she had never met this so-called brother, nor knew if he was the Crown Prince's pawn or the original body's real sibling.

An Yi naturally couldn't show weakness: "Your uncle isn't an ordinary man." With true qi shielding her body, what was there to fear?

In Kunming, a place ideal for flowers and plants, a few sprouts were perfectly normal—but before my eyes, not a single blade of grass grew, not even one. Even the surrounding soil bore no trace of vegetation.

The hunter's towering steed gouged four furrows into the ground, braking, turning, and preparing for the next encounter amid the steaming breath of its heated warhorse.

She wasn't eating Tang Sanzang's flesh to gain immortality, nor was she his white moonlight—why chase her so relentlessly?

"Big sister Dongniya, will you marry my brother together with me and my sister?" Gabri asked Dongniya.

Sometimes he would sit quietly, lost in thought—as if missing or remembering something, or worrying about something. Qingwen didn't quite understand, and Sun Fu understood even less.

Bai Hao frowned, rubbing his chin in thought—what new trick was Ximen Yinyao playing now?

After enduring this period of trials, Naru Shikamaru had grown far more mature and composed. Before Yueqian Heya even finished speaking, he had already delivered a detailed report of the gathered intelligence, ending with a strange glance at Yueqian Heya.

The Town-Crushing Marquis's mansion was truly magnificent: from the gate, looking across, nothing but open space stretched out—pale blue stone slabs paved the ground, each etched with qilin patterns; most strikingly, not a single building stood opposite, extending all the way to a thousand meters away.

Not only did nothing happen, but because she jumped too hastily and too naturally, she tumbled with a thud onto the ground.

Mo Nansheng glanced sideways just in time to catch Qianye's smug, smiling expression—her clear almond eyes shimmered like the waters of Song River under golden sunlight.

Cangye and Yihong didn't waste time pondering this matter; after all, they would obey Jiu'er's orders without question.

Shui Yiren's tastes had grown increasingly picky lately; though she still loved meat, it was different from her previous pregnancy.

If Feng Clan fell into Feng Yalan's hands, perhaps Feng Clan would no longer be the Feng Clan of old.

The shadow spirit's attention—too meticulous and twisted? Not quite, or else he wouldn't have waited until Xinqi's incident to appear.

More and more people gathered around the valley, gradually appearing—the peak masters arrived, then finally only the lineage masters remained.

Liu Zheng imitated Mu Ling's actions; both continued watching the dance. From within the golden gauze, a graceful figure emerged, and faintly, it seemed as if fox tails shadowed behind her. The onlookers gasped in astonishment.

The Vermilion Bird, wreathed in boundless radiance, surged toward Ye Tian. Mid-flight, its eyes flashed, and it spat forth a cluster of golden flame.

"Chris, show me the current movie first; we'll talk about everything else later." Li Fangcheng met Chris at the company.

"Master Jia, Brother Zhengnan." Zhao Fat rolled up his sleeves and gestured for several burly thugs to come over.

Summer vacation had begun; Fat Cat confidently bought tickets and flew to Yanjing. Today, the three fat boys had also been brought into Zone A by Xuan Huang—the two old men no longer dared let the four troublemakers roam free. To save themselves trouble, they'd brought them all to Zone A; only here were innocent people in the outside world safe.

"This…" Yifu was plunged into deep indecision—he couldn't tell if Li Fangcheng's meaning was genuine.

"If we don't eliminate them, we won't even make it to the moon," Lin Ai said quietly.

Hearing Liu Danqing's question, Ye Tian nodded: "If not for this matter, I'd already be overseas. But now that it's happened, I'll probably stay with you a while longer." Then he stole another glance at Liu Danqing's prominent bust.

"Clang!" Just as Lin Ai finished collecting the map, a loud crash rang out—she jolted in fright, then turned irritably.

He had a claw on his hand, which visually amounted to wielding an extremely powerful divine artifact.

"So you're inviting Yifu over here to make the announcement?" Mu Mengxue had already guessed Li Fangcheng's intent.

The Mage's Guild had studied this for countless years—everything worth studying had long been studied. Many had tried to harness this chaotic power, but those who did either died violently from its backlash or lost all their cultivation, unable to gather even a trace of elemental force again.

Wang Long's heart stirred—he recalled the snake clan soldiers from the Dragon-Snake War, those who hadn't even reached the Human Transformation realm yet still charged forward with unstoppable ferocity.

"Hahaha, good, good! Our Huo family finally has hope of continuing the lineage! Ying'er, I'm officially entrusting you with some responsibilities!" Brother Huo said.

Guo Nianfei, seeing the sudden betrayal, pulled Ling Xue'er onto the sofa to watch the show. After the fight ended, they walked up to Guo Nianfei.

Their strength was generally mediocre—at least none posed a lethal threat to Wang Long. Moreover, Wang Long keenly noticed that the direction of every army's advance was entirely toward Ruhuo Village, with not a single concern for a deadly surprise attack from behind.