Chapter 245: Fortune and Misfortune

Yu Qiaoling died.

She did not want her daughter to have a mother who was a murderer, so after arranging everything for her daughter, she chose to kill herself.

Yet the things she could arrange were few, for she had little choice.

In the morning, she made her daughter a hearty breakfast, then sent her to school.

She spent the entire morning writing a letter to her daughter, a bank card, and a phone number.

The members of the three teams exchanged glances, offering only smiles and nods, with no further communication.

Zheng Niu flexed his arms, which had loosened somewhat but remained stiff, and nudged Guan Xing, who had been staring straight ahead in silence, pointing toward the mountainside below where someone had just climbed up.

Tian Hai gazed at the air not far off—this demon race must not be allowed to escape; he had already reported the news upward, and now his task was to stop this great lion before reinforcements arrived.

"Take Gu Xinghun back alive, kill everyone else!" Jin Chengshan said coldly, his face utterly bloodthirsty.

Thus, it could be confirmed that even the rulers who held absolute power over life and death could not distinguish them by ordinary means.

The Black Blood Demon Lord had been wary of Mo Fan; now seeing his behavior, he growled: "Don't think of running. Whoever attacked the ship, the first palace has been mostly explored—head for the blood pool."

Twenty thousand Sacred Radiance elite troops clashed with twenty thousand vassal armies, and in an instant, they collapsed like a mountain falling—Rong Xi Empress Dowager, Sha Ke Khan, and others' subtle machinations were undeniably instrumental.

Two simple words, yet carrying undeniable authority; a powerful pressure descended upon all, making their breaths grow heavy.

Instantly, the giant octopus fell from midair, landing squarely on Nian, its tentacles instantly clinging to her, pressing against her face and chest—*puff*—by biological instinct, it sprayed a torrent of ink all over Nian.

"It's over! Lay down your weapons!" After slaying the state elders, Long Tianqi soared into the sky and roared with imperial qi toward the soldiers of the ten imperial dynasties.

"Ling Yin, if you need anything, just say it—don't be formal with me," Ye Xiu said with a smile.

Xuan Yuan Jing burst into tears of joy and suddenly embraced Su Chen, her body trembling slightly from excitement.

The city was small—really just a village. But much larger than an ordinary village, with virtually no single-story houses; instead, everywhere were steel-built foldable towers. These buildings were, in essence, mobile fortresses—the headquarters of Fenglei Group.

Under everyone's gaze, the number-one participant completed the draw first—he drew number forty. Seeing his opponent, he sighed in relief, while the forty-numbered contestant could only offer a bitter smile—he would be eliminated here.

With the sound of shattering glass, the five-colored bell-shaped barrier upheld by Wu Ya Dao Ren finally could not withstand the assault of the five-colored divine thunder, and shattered completely.

Prolonged battles had always been what Zhang Tian Sheng least wanted, but now he felt no such aversion, for he now used qi proportion to cast skills—meaning as long as even a trace of qi remained in his body, he could effortlessly unleash super skills.

Hell Ming Grass is extremely rare in Hell; it not only restores souls damaged by Hell energy but also enhances Hell affinity—this is its clever utility.

"To go deeper, we must defeat the bone dragon before us!" Ling Tian's eyes flashed with cold light, and his battle aura erupted fiercely—he was ready for battle.