Chapter 85

"Helicopter squad reports that the Phantom is currently conducting a large-scale retreat; as for specifics, they don't know either!" Xiong Chuanbin turned to Su Zijun and answered.

Furious, his whole body trembled; when Zhou Haochuan's skewed face turned back, he punched it again.

His feelings for her likely took root back then—he observed her daily, finally gaining the chance to speak to her.

"Uncle Shi, this isn't the way to buy toys!" Mu Chen asked, puzzled as the bustling street scene receded further.

"They're in the hall; the master is keeping company with the Northern Desert Crown Prince."

It was already deep night; the long corridor held no one, only their footsteps echoing from end to end, lending an eerie depth.

Yunqi watched his lord lost in thought, told Yingge to return to the Prince's Mansion for punishment once Zhou Anzhi awoke, then stepped aside, not disturbing Yu Yian.

The next day, when Zhou Anzhi woke, Yu Yixuan had already left; Zhou Anzhi had nowhere to vent her anger, her mood sour all morning, her temper high. Yu Yian saw this and assumed she was still angry with him, but he couldn't bring himself to beg her forgiveness, so he simply walked away without resolution.

Hearing his boss give him another chance, Tie Qingshan solemnly pledged, then returned to his forge.

Having stayed on the chart for nine consecutive weeks, though it dropped to 94th on Thursday of the ninth week, the song had effectively remained on Billboard for over two months—truly robust in vitality.

After all, he had seen a demon clan member punch a human cultivator at the end of the Spirit Manifestation stage into complete ruin.

The next day, Shen Yi arrived at the Qingshan Sect's mission posting area; it was already packed, bustling with activity—clearly, the outer disciples had all learned of the Secret Realm's opening in three months.

He was good-looking, handsome and bright, liked wearing sunglasses, white shirts, and had a charming physique.

He could pin the Spirit Manifestation peak Zhao family patriarch—merged with a demonic spirit—in place with a mere flick of his hand.

The thirty-kilometer distance gave Lin Xiao enough time to prepare; with spiritual awareness, his survival and information-gathering abilities improved dramatically.

Looking at the muscular Dajiao, Yu Ren patted his shoulder approvingly, as if he'd finally found his tribe.

If no major surprises occur, the battle here will ultimately end in victory for the Shield Heavenly Fire General and the Bow Heavenly Fire General.

Because in its perception, Tam's own energy level and bodily genes had not changed.

But this time, Lin Xiaojin didn't let it pass. He picked up Huo Ziming's hidden card and examined it carefully. Yet after staring for a long time, he saw nothing unusual—the hidden card looked nothing but an ordinary playing card.

"Don't they know? Once they unite with me in yin-yang harmony, they'll be trapped forever in the Yi Realm, unable to return to the human world." Zhu Nong hadn't expected Wang Nana and Xia Rong to come here to sacrifice themselves for him.

Upon hearing this, the people from School Seven immediately believed it, swarming over like live seafood, eager to take advantage of this opportunity.

Both the access card and student ID were hard plastic; Lin Xiaojin didn't pay attention, so he shoved both into the night nurse's pocket together.

The night before the three-day deadline, they'd just finished feasting, still with time before rest. Yan Shicuo, Lan Ting, and Jueshui sat side by side, the boy seated between them, now nudging the left, now the right, thoroughly delighted.

A faint smile always graced her face; her inner joy never ceased.

After scolding Qian Jin, Chen Xuanwu's face immediately lit up with keen interest, though everyone else watched him with wary eyes.

"Don't just use your good legs to grab the best position—you're blocking me too," another soldier with a leg injury said.

CRASH—a deafening crash—the giant, hooked claw of the cage's occupant had already gripped the iron bars; the sharp talons gleamed with a dark luster in the firelight.

Lin Xiaojin declined: "No need. Just hand over the money first—market conditions don't wait; if you miss the 'highest bid,' it's pointless." In truth, Lin Xiaojin was desperate to finish all arrangements within ten minutes.

Nascent Soul cultivators possess abilities beyond mortal comprehension—at this realm, a single glance can kill.

"How strong is she?" Swan Clan's Wei Nai exclaimed. Now, she was grateful she'd once fought Lin Yu—perhaps because she was so beautiful, Lin Yu had held back. Otherwise, she'd have met the same fate as Ao Bu, and she truly wouldn't have survived.

They weren't family, yet fate bound them tightly together—this bond might be even closer than kinship.

Clearly, Li Shan's four strikes surpassed the shadow's intent, form, and aura by many times—utterly crushing it. So he waited silently for the voice's judgment.

Lin Yu's mind was foggy, as if about to explode; as he neared the truth, he grew confused again—perhaps the revelation was too shocking, and his subconscious self-preservation instinct made him unwilling to touch it now.

As he spoke, Lei's right arm tightened, squeezing his throat. Clearly, Lei's healing ability was active—his wounds were rapidly mending, his strength returning.

But Wang Zhiran likely had no time to care about the current situation—a fierce raptor warrior had just reached his front.

This smile was not comforting; Feng Niangzi felt a sudden chill race up her spine.

Yao Ziying knew well: the Yao family was on the brink of collapse. If war broke out, enemies from all directions would overwhelm them—current defenses were useless. And Yao Zijin wasn't in the city; their pillar was gone. If this matter spread widely, the consequences were unimaginable.