Chapter 386: The Dynamics of Attack and Defense: Modern Transformations (8K)

Wu Zhi heard the voice, paused in thought, glanced at the golden bowl above his head, and a renewed confidence spread across his face as he flew forward with determination.

A demon with a tortoise shell and a human-shaped head stepped forward, bowing respectfully as he led Wu Zhi into the hall.

As he entered the palace, he realized its interior held a world apart—the palace stood mostly beneath the sea, yet not a drop of seawater entered it.

Yet the palace's decorations were chiefly made of pearls and jade shells.

Among the demons laboring inside, even those who had taken human form

With tear-streaked cheeks, Zhu Yingying's round face bore a sweet smile, her eyes dark and bright, shimmering with enchanting luster.

Situ Haoyu, "... What do you do when the person you like doubts you're not a man?"

The masked man in silver armor turned, glanced at Liu Bei frozen in terror, and pointed at Guan and Zhang, urging them to flee.

Whether you want it or not, whether you realize it or not, it seeps into your heart like spring rain, and when you finally notice it, it has already swelled into a raging river within you... Feng Wushuang was lost in thought when Long Feiyun's voice broke through her reverie.

Before, it was nothing—but the moment Lü Bu mentioned "Wusheng Sect," Zi Yi, who had been standing silently nearby, suddenly went berserk, his killing intent surging as a blue aura erupted around him, and in an instant, he vanished forward.

After completing this, Qiu Ruoshuang withdrew, her figure flickering free from the crushing pressure, arriving beside Chunshui Shengzhe.

The caterpillar clearly hadn't expected its food to vanish before its eyes; it hurriedly wriggled to the hole's edge, peered down, and saw Yuan Ling merely half a meter away—yet that half-meter was an unbridgeable gap.

"Let go!" Murong Qingwan's cold gaze grew even sharper, colder—handing it to him to handle? How would he handle it? Kill Murong Qingyu? Would that erase her crime of poisoning her own sister?

The young man seemed thrilled, growing overly boastful, even laughing out loud—but Yuan Ling paid him no mind, adding five more Heaven-grade spirit stones.

But what they never anticipated was that seventy years later, that prodigy returned with overwhelming force, challenging the other eighth-realm experts head-on!

"Who would write me a letter? How strange," Xiu Lin muttered to himself. But when he opened it, he found it cleaner than the envelope—nothing but a blank sheet of paper.

"It feels a bit like Eternal Night Island," Lin Peng and Valentine simultaneously recalled the isolated, uninhabited island suspended in the Pacific.

After a thunderous boom, an unexpected scene appeared before Wang Xuanlong: his Dragon Soul Break had pierced straight through the Wind Soul Black Mamba's body, slamming into a locust tree behind it—yet the Wind Soul Black Mamba remained unharmed.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Song Di Hui summoned the Nine Yang True Qi and swiftly inserted needles into Duan Ruir's Baihui, Tianren, and Jiuyuan acupoints. Then he pressed his palm against her Baquan acupoint on the back, channeling spiritual energy into the points.

After the final assault, all fell silent—no sound remained. Had he slain Taowu?

"Brother Yang, where are you taking me? It's pitch black—I can't see a thing!" Shi Yi looked around, utterly baffled by what could possibly be so precious to Yang Linxiao.

Gu Anning clearly saw Liu Lingshan, naked and entangled in intimacy—but the man was not Fei Liangyan.

"When refugees arrive, use scanners to count infants. If they're genuine refugees, the provinces should first evacuate the elderly and infants—infants should make up a significant proportion of the total population. Do you understand?" Bari said gravely.

He knelt in the heavy rain, holding Feng Liancheng as tears streamed down his face; unable to hold back, he threw his head back and let out a heart-wrenching cry, piercing the heavens like a ghost's wail—every listener wept in sorrow.