Chapter 478

“Blood Realm of the Asura! Ye Lingyuan has activated the Blood Realm of the Asura! Has he lost his mind? To use the Blood Realm of the Asura—doesn’t he fear draining his strength or absorbing more demonic qi?”

On every peak, Shan Ran and others felt their blood boiling, as if it might burst free from their bodies uncontrollably; the seven golden-armored divine soldiers, constantly corroded by the blood sea, grew pitted and shattered, as if soon to dissolve into a pool of blood—each of them turned pale with terror.

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“Didn’t Lou Huan say you always ignore him when he challenges you to a fight? Why are you forcing me to fight you today?” I turned and asked.

The space was brightly lit; at its center stood an altar, surrounded by sixteen eternal lamps. Along the altar’s edge, a ring of brilliant crystal stones glowed dazzlingly under the lamplight, drawing the eye.

“Call a car.” Xiao Linchen shoved his phone into her uninjured hand, then swiftly pulled a bottle of mineral water from the car, twisted it open, and poured it over Shen Yanyue’s hand.

Wang Xiaoyan’s nature was this: she could never bear to see others eating or drinking anything; if someone took medicine, her eyes would light up, as if she wanted to drink it for them.

“Start the electric shock.” Gyarados was too powerful; full preparation was essential. Only after delivering an electric shock to paralyze and knock it unconscious could they safely retrieve it, lest it break free from the net. Indeed, after the powerful current struck, Gyarados gradually lost strength and fell unconscious.

The demon statue was not a giant; at Rank Five of the Kuien sequence, what was created was merely an ordinary humanoid thicket of vines, made to resemble such a being only through the “Mother Nest’s” dominion over living beings.

“Alright.” I walked to the city wall, looked up carefully, trying to confirm something, then hurried after them.

Another team, led by Zhang Sheng and Fang Hao, drove continuously over a thousand kilometers to reach Donghe Beizhi.

During the investigation, Zhao Hu obtained a crucial lead: residents saw Qiu Na leave in a hurry with a bundle around 5 a.m. on October 6.

“Gyarados, use Hyper Beam!” Zhe had no reason to doubt the power of Flamethrower, but why give such an order?

Just as Admiral Kong was about to punch Cap, the telephone worm on the table rang. Kong’s expression changed instantly as he picked it up.

Yuan Liya shot her a glare but dared not show discontent. This time, Ding Jingya had her completely cornered; whether or not she wanted to switch to “Fearless,” this curiosity was unavoidable.

The second act ends with Ran-Aseng’s standoff with Javert, portraying Fantine’s suffering and disaster through her perspective, revealing the social landscape—and, throughout, Ran-Aseng’s identity exposed and his renewed flight.

Once, a divine opportunity lay before them: a chance to befriend the leading figures of the age, powerful masters, perhaps even a Grandmaster—yet they wasted it all.

Feeling the cold, hard object against the back of his neck, Tai Yi’s heart shot straight to his throat; his body trembled more visibly.

“Help us find the real cases, not imagined symptoms,” Ruo Na said.

The scene was magnificent; even the Lincoln Center behind it seemed like a temple from ancient Greek myth, floating upon the boundless sea, swaying gently in the glittering waves—such awe-inspiring grandeur rendered Manhattan’s bustling traffic insignificant.

“No.” Lan Li’s answer was firm, decisive, leaving no room for doubt—a starkly different, resolute reply that left Cornell momentarily speechless.

If you want to stir up trouble with me, as long as you join in, I won’t fear Wang Ning’an. Even a tiger doesn’t eat its own cub—could you really cut your own child?

Shi Yao’s transformation into the Old Woman of the River wasn’t ordinary disguise—it was the Transformation Art applied to her by Yuan Tian Gang; only by mastering this art could one restore Shi Yao’s true appearance.