Chapter 615: The Wave-Resonance Divine Technique

The mother dragon snake, as the sovereign of the underwater realm, naturally had no fear of an underwater chase.

Seeing Xiao Yu descend rapidly, she did not hesitate a moment and immediately pursued, unleashing a great divine technique.

The mother dragon snake extended her foreclaws and reached toward the void below where Xiao Yu stood.

Infinite water spiritual energy surged from all directions, forming countless transparent, swirling ropes that coiled around Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu chuckled, swinging her Qiaoshi Sword left and right like blades.

"So you endorse Wu Tian's actions—eradicating all cultivators and plunging the myriad worlds into the End Dharma Age?" Cang Yun asked.

The collision rang like a great bell, the shockwave surging like a tidal wave, reducing many surrounding statues to dust—but Huo Xincheng's feet sank deep into the earth. He roared in fury, exerting every ounce of strength, yet still could not halt his relentless descent.

The fleet carved through the coast of South America, braving wind and waves, and after another month finally returned to Panama—now utterly transformed from when they had left.

The Queen Mother of the West remained unmoved; around her body stretched a cosmic expanse—or rather, her very form had become a universe, countless stars orbiting her, all needles approaching her slowing to a crawl.

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan ni's heart stirred slightly; the Pamirqi Plain clearly held no other figures, yet he insisted he had summoned them—and now he wanted to test her hearing? Was this truly his goal?

Noticing the disciples' unusual expressions, many powerful figures flickered with surprise—why were these individuals so concentrated in their affiliations?

"What's going on?" Cang Yun froze; the first few halls of the Ghost Realm had been calm, yet the later halls churned with hidden turmoil.

In total, six thousand slaves, three thousand prisoner-soldiers, nine hundred Han cavalry, and five hundred foreign cavalry were lost. By this day, tens of thousands of tribal warriors and British mercenaries, along with captured soldiers who had escaped, numbered over twenty thousand dead, forcing the remnants to scatter.

This battle, which trapped and slew a Xianting realm cultivator, forged a deep bond between Jiang Tian and the few present.

Thus, the Byron Kingdom had always fought wars abroad, never allowing flames to reach its homeland. Its population was simply too small; if enemies destroyed its territory at any cost, the kingdom would suffer catastrophic damage, unable to recover for decades.

As Gong Ji had predicted, He Zhuang was practically screaming. But it didn't matter—Gong Ji never expected to extract anything real from He Zhuang's mouth; letting the public see another side of his true character was enough.

Moreover, Donglai Shun's sudden shift from disdain to deference toward Chu Hao, and Chu Hao's ability to summon a whole cadre of top lyricists, composers, arrangers, and bands with a single phone call—this clearly showed the boy beside her had changed utterly.

The staff looked utterly incredulous; normally the commander always urged relentless pursuit of fleeing enemies—why the sudden change today?

Of course, ministers led by Wu Xiang, Liang Tingdong, and Gao Zhimou would jointly ascend Huangjiawan Island.

The issue of shareholder removal remained unresolved when an even worse blow struck: nearly simultaneously, five major luxury hotels across the nation experienced food poisoning incidents, utterly shattering Guo Dingtian's hopes. Soon after, authorities summoned him for a "tea chat," and his hotels were forced to suspend operations for rectification.

Tumenlou had gathered thirty or so men; the head of the guards was giving a boastful speech.

The Ming imperial army could not do it, nor did any general wish to. The Ming government could barely sustain its own grain supplies—how could it possibly care for starving civilians?

"They all look just like zombies from the movies," Lao Liuliu sighed.