Chapter 715: Changing Generals on the Eve of Battle

A few days later, Yan Zhenqing spurred his horse on, rushing back to Xiangyang without any stops along the way.

His heart was anxious; the round trip alone would cost time, and in winter, Poyang Lake would freeze in some years but not in others, depending on whether the region had a warm winter.

Conditions on the battlefield are never set in stone.

Moreover, the Bianzhou army was no pushover, and hostilities might not necessarily be initiated from the Jingxiang side—everything remained uncertain.

Yan Zhen

Luo Changfeng knew that if he truly had to challenge these two, with his current cultivation, the outcome was predictable.

The Thousand-Faced Ghost's mission was to destroy the seal on the Fine Iron Plaza. From a distance, he concluded that the golden prayer beads hovering above the plaza must be the array's core.

Wang Zitao, transformed into a berserk demon, roared in fury; before anyone could react, he was the first to leap down from the ancient god temple and lunged at the nearest corpse riding a rotting warhorse.

Jiang Yi also felt a wave of emotion in his heart; if not for that car crash back then, he would never have transmigrated to the Linlang Continent, experienced everything it had to offer, nor would he have the life he had now. Of course, it was also that same crash that had brought his parents endless suffering, leaving them physically and mentally exhausted.

He tried to use it to contact Thousand Snakes' main body, only to discover that the Blood Soul Body seemed to have lost its connection to Thousand Snakes' main body, and the blood pact on it had vanished without a trace.

This scene immediately threw the guards and the group of young people who had come along into a panic; Lie Wei also tensed up at once and hurried over to Sikong Lie's side to pick up the severed arm.

"Judging by the direction and distance, it should be at Tianhui Gorge. The terrain there is extremely treacherous and rarely visited, but there are human settlements—Tianhui City sits at the end of the gorge," Yin Shiqi said, her brows still furrowed after she finished speaking, as if pondering something.

Feng Laihen and Luo Feike examined Old Hu and found his condition had improved greatly—he was no longer withered, and they could even sense a powerful vitality emanating from his body. Feng Laihen found it hard to believe, but after carefully examining Old Hu, he had no choice but to accept the truth before his eyes.

Their nation, XL, had won the Battle of Ningde, but ultimately more and more Chinese evolvers emerged, and their warships were destroyed. They had no choice but to evacuate while the army was still intact, but unfortunately they were caught up by Chinese experts, the army was scattered, and to this day only they had safely escaped to Zhejiang.

Unlike Zhang Tian, Bai Fan had barely slept these three days and three nights; even the smooth flight made it hard for him to fall asleep—after all, they were flying through the sky.

In truth, Jiang Ciyun's complexion had already improved greatly, and his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, as if nothing had happened before.

He was too tall; now that I was pregnant and not wearing high heels, my legs looked even shorter. His waist reached my abdomen, and that oppressive feeling alone was enough to make breathing difficult.

Just as Tony and Ethan were sunk in irrecoverable shock, Orianna's synthesized electronic voice sounded once again.

Song Tingjun's thin lips twitched. He couldn't hold back after just this short a time? Sure enough, he was getting old—his composure was declining.

He said to Tianci and Tang Yan, "Please have a seat here, you two. I'll go get it for you right away." Then the owner went straight into the back room and began rummaging through chests and cabinets.

However, Fuyao sounded like a Daoist title or an alias, just as someone might call his master Liu Huagai. What Chen Fuyao's actual name was, Qiu Ming truly did not know.

That single remark from Qiu Ming made Erlang Shen regard him in a higher light. Xiaotian Hound had always called him master, but he had always treated the hound as a brother through life and death; every time he charged into battle, Xiaotian Hound had never once flinched.

Never mind that the Chitauri had treated him with total disregard when making him their guide, as if they could discard him as a expendable pawn at any moment—if he really wanted to leave, there was no way the Chitauri could have caught him.

The explanation contained nothing new; it was simply a restatement, in different words, of the questions he had just directed at Dr. Bella, relayed to Nick Fury.