Chapter 543

Under normal circumstances, Pushan is almost unaffected by the Divine Art of Time Deprivation.

Time stasis has little effect on her either.

But Pushan is far from normal at this moment.

She has suffered severe injuries, her life hanging by a thread, extremely weak, unable to use her own divine arts or spiritual powers to resist the Time Divine Art.

Even though she once had endless lifespan, the rapid stripping of hundreds or even thousands of hours of life essence has left her already shattered dragon body even weaker.

"Uh… nothing much." Dedecang hastily averted Chen'an's piercing gaze, lowered her eyes, and stamped the mud off her shoe tip.

Yet Lin Yuan's face was also pale, his breath ragged—not only had his internal magic power been nearly exhausted, but the large amount of essence blood he had spat out had also drained him of immense physical strength; after returning, he must thoroughly replenish himself.

Yiming finally tore his gaze away from the Golden Leaf Hairpin, staggered slightly, and hurriedly pressed his hand to his chest, taking several deep breaths.

Although not a direct descendant of the Lin family, his own cultivation had already reached the peak of Body Forging Realm.

Tongtong found her half-eaten jade pendant among a pile of magic artifacts, picked it up, sniffed it, wrinkled her nose in distaste, then resumed chewing it slowly and deliberately.

Within minutes, Qin Tian's left arm restored to its original state, and its skin became even whiter, smoother, and more delicate.

Huang Ming achieved his wish, raised his eyebrows, inserted a bottle into the gap of his chest, then clenched his fists tightly. Soon after, his pectoral muscles swelled visibly, firmly pinning the bottle against his chest.

Shi Xiuxiu did not think so—Chu Du had saved her life, freeing her from despair and suffering; she deeply wished to do something for Chu Du, but her current strength was negligible, she had only just resumed cultivation, and could offer him no help at all, which saddened her.

In past years, new students were chased all over the ground; this year, they turned the tables—they stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid, becoming the pursuers. Just thinking of it filled them with pride, something they could boast about for life.

Her father's blunt approach caught her off guard. She had never mentioned Chen'an—how did he know?

Since the decision to film the movie had been made, the first step was naturally submitting the script for review; if the script failed approval, even if filmed, no cinema would dare to screen it.

He remembered the other person holding a large bag of drinks; relying on his sharp memory, he recalled the bag was from Qianjiafu Supermarket.

Several meters away, three Konglongs, each over one meter seventy centimeters tall, stared fixedly at him, their snouts tilted upward, mouths lined with sharp, widely spaced teeth, the rear edges clearly serrated, their skin a deep green, allowing them to blend effortlessly into the mountain forest.

Thinking of how his oath had led him to this fate, Zulong became extremely sensitive to oaths.

The ground of the side courtyard was littered with corpses, all dressed in Guo family guard uniforms; many were incomplete—headless, or severed cleanly in half at the waist.

Even if the entire nation were watching, a third still wouldn't be watching, let alone could so many possibly watch.

The entire ancient city was shrouded in a bizarre, surreal illusion, refracting crystal-like light.

A snow-white dragon suddenly surged forth from nowhere; just as the dragon-shaped lightning crashed toward me, the snow-white dragon roared and slammed into the black lightning. Instantly, the black lightning shattered into fragments.

His face bore resentment and bitterness; though turned to a dried corpse, it was clear he had died in utter despair—his eyes bulged wide, bewildered, as if he couldn't comprehend what had happened.