Chapter 756: What to Do? Only Kill

In late July, Tu Fan Ruben (translated as Wing Chief, whose authority is tangled and akin to a military‑district commander overseeing civil affairs) and Na Nang Chi Tuo Jie, following Da Zha Lu Gong's orders, led over ten thousand Tufan elite soldiers from Lianyun Fortress southward to attack Bin Prefecture!

The vanguard commander of the Bianzhou army, Che Guangqian, had already set up three lines of defense in advance, each consisting of deep trench walls combined with spiked wooden fences, deployed along both banks of the Jing River, with ambushes placed on the corresponding hills to support the defending troops.

"Zhang Yixing, is this your occupational hazard? What does my wound tube have to do with you?" Miu Kedi smirked self‑deprecatingly, the blood from the wound trailing down her back, staining the silver‑blue sheet purple.

Miu Kedi performed a backflip, widening the gap with Wen Shirán, then flicked her wrists; several wind blades flew at Wen Shirán at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

At that moment, Yu Xin of Hechi happened to hear everything, a calculating glint flashing in her eyes.

"Huh? Stop it, I don't want this, I want to return to my own body." Long Fei naturally refused; these recent traversals had nearly killed him.

Liu Qian nodded and said, "If that's the case, let's return to the branch first." He tugged the dazed guardian, turned away, walked halfway, then suddenly turned back.

However, after hearing Long Teng's analysis, the Lion Emperor Reserve indeed broke out in cold sweat. He hadn't expected that the Tiger Roar Empire's Tiger Heaven was actually pursuing the ambition to unify the entire Longtu Continent; evidently, the Angel Empire and Snow Eel Empire could not stop it, and the Flying Lion Empire would surely be destroyed.

Life gradually fell into a normal rhythm, peaceful and comfortable; although Mi Shu's condition no longer deteriorated, it could not be healed either, leaving her to survive day by day on medicinal herbs alone.

It seems that besides Qi Sigu, there may also be a presence like Qiang Jue here, leaving something behind! Liu Yi and Murong Qianqian couldn't help but think that.

I gave a cold smile, released killing intent to transform, shielding Li Muting's final breath with a trace of killing intent—enough to keep him from dying. I, with golden hair soaring and golden eyes captivating, wore a cold, cruel smile, which made Pang Tong flinch.

Slowly stepping forward, Yang Mo trembled slightly as he opened the window and took the letter from its hand.

This hidden cave already had abundant spiritual energy; for an ordinary retreat, such an environment would be considered top‑tier.

The base structures everyone now sees were built by post‑apocalypse survivors using pre‑stocked materials.

"What's wrong with you?" I was startled by him; I was still speaking, yet he was already crying.

Guo Feng and Lin Yue felt utterly helpless about Cao An's reckless behavior! He's already in his thirties yet still acts like a child, with no method at all.

I never expected my sudden whim to successfully make Mu Mu Xiao employ a seemingly heretical method, achieving the pinnacle stance that only top trainers can coax a spirit into.

After cleaning the wound and applying medicine, only then could I open my eyes and see the world around me. I lay in a white room that must be a hospital ward; on the adjacent bed sat Zhou Xin and Bai Luo—Zhou Xin looked the same as before, but Bai Luo was completely different.

"You exchange this kind of auxiliary ability, how do you complete each system task?" Lin Feng asked.

Among them, five swords aimed straight for Li Youzhi's head and limbs, while a seemingly feeble gray sword shot toward the child beside Li Youzhi.

The Liupan Mountain base itself isn't particularly large; generally, survivor bases in mountainous regions aren't huge.

When a warrior participating in the squeeze thrust his bayonet into a thicket, a Japanese soldier lurking there, unable to endure the bayonet but also unable to retaliate, was met with the Southern‑style submachine gun in the warrior's hand, which the warrior pulled the trigger on as the soldier stabbed toward his back.

Since the power of Xin Yuan surged, Ai Er's senses have become incomparable to before. Even amid this raging snowstorm, he can still hear the conversation of the two people high above with crystal clarity.