Chapter 595: Active Counterattack

Xiao Yu looked up at the sky; it was still not late, roughly half past nine in the morning.

But nearly a full day had passed since yesterday at noon—a whole day...

"When will the Black Cobra Demon King return?"

The Turtle Steward hesitated: "This lowly spirit knows the Demon Cobra possesses immense magical power, traveling ten thousand li as easily as walking."

From Dragon Head Town here to the Demon Cobra Palace is roughly fifteen thousand li.

If the Demon Cobra is in desperate haste, his speed may be even greater.

The newly victorious mage's greatest reliance, the Magic Academy, lies within the area flooded by rising tides; as a structure, being submerged by seawater does not cause gradual HP loss like a player's, but results in instant death.

These two rewards are neither cultivation techniques nor secret arts, but handwritten reflections left behind by a powerful being; though of a Dao Lord's level, they detail a Dao Lord's insights into Chaos and Space.

"If you don't want to guard my family's tomb, just leave! I never asked you to guard it for life! Why disturb my relatives' bones?" Song Jiu could not understand, and could not forgive.

Sun Jihong lived every day in a circle of hypocrites, where people would do anything for fame and profit—countless self-promotional notices, self-praise, and paid shills were commonplace; it was no wonder she thought this way.

Other workers who rose up in the same moment were likewise unable to endure such a life devoid of any sense of security.

The moment this thought arose, Wang Qi's figure slowly vanished—it was merely a lingering afterimage left by Wang Qi's brief pause.

The Alliance rested at its base for ten days; many outsiders learned of the Alliance's killing of the Worma Sect Master, and were stunned by the Alliance's strength, as well as puzzled that Wang Qi and others had not left.

Lightning instantly coalesced; Jiang Ting, clinging to the Worma Sect Master, was instantly paralyzed by the storm, her trembling, contorted fingers involuntarily loosening their grip.

Lan Youxue stared blankly at Rong She, then saw his fingertip point toward her forehead; the "Divine Parasite" nurtured within her body flew out from her brow.

Though it cannot compare to the capital city, it is certainly no worse than other cities.

The current situation, in every respect, is overwhelmingly favorable for Su Mu's faction—even the restaurant operated by Tiana has begun covert, secret transactions.

"Senior Jiang Chou!" The powerful figures within Fan Sect, watching the scene above the heavens, felt their chests tighten, as if the air itself had frozen.

"It wasn't me, I didn't… I didn't break it." Elisa stared at the shards of the dial beneath her feet, quickly bending down to reassemble them, but the work of a Master Craftsman of the Mechanist Church was not something Elisa could easily restore.

Yet the Dan Emperor is no longer within Qin Yang's soul; otherwise, he could have used the Dan Emperor's memories to uncover the connection between the Sea of Death and the Fan Emperor's Dragon Root.

When Yun Qihan's people appeared so timely yesterday, she already understood—they had set a trap, luring her into it.

Even if this were a prank, I'd only expend extra effort and waste some time—there'd be little loss; but if there really is gold, I'd be rich.

"Young Master Dong truly has vast wealth and influence! Then it's settled!" Lin Yiyi smiled slightly.

The explosion of a Quasi-Saint was immensely powerful—it instantly killed the Ancestral Wu Zu Mang, and the terrifying energy surge swept across the ancient starry sky, crushing over a million demon and Wu soldiers into dust.

After instructing Li Tianyang, Luo Yuyao made no further hesitation; in her delicate hands appeared a colorful longbow. As her jade fingertip touched the bowstring, a seven-colored flame arrow immediately formed and extended from her finger, resting upon the bow.