Chapter 734: The Old Ancestor of Snow Mountain

"Dragon Yang, the battle ahead is fierce—why aren't you... what are you doing here?"

At noon, Snow Spirit Elder flew before Xiao Yu, her expression anxious and deeply puzzled.

"I'm merely observing the battlefield below!"

Xiao Yu also let a hint of worry crease her brow. "Snow Spirit, our side's situation is dire."

The Donghu's strategic withdrawal from within the pass was certainly correct.

"I... I think I've started to feel that pull you mentioned..." Xun Yi turned his head back, his eyes flickering with uncontrollable terror.

"Master Pang, I recall you saying only one weapon can counter the Long family—do you still remember?" Lin Feng said without a hint of concern.

I went straight back to my dorm, but not the one Zhu Daliang arranged for me—the old, broken one I used to have. Now it's I who've wronged Zhu Daliang; how could I possibly have the face to go back?

Chen Mo paused his steps, then continued walking outward. When he reached a place devoid of people, he suddenly darted upward toward the Land of Refining Flame.

That Daoist must already have his throat torn open by the Tibetan mastiff—these dogs love nothing more than shattering a human's neck first. To watch helplessly as a Tibetan mastiff devours you alive—that's the most terrifying despair.

Lin Feng had held back just now only because he had some ties with Mu Tu, the werewolf clan's chieftain. Normally, anyone who tried to attack Lin Feng was already dead. He hadn't expected this werewolf to refuse the cup of wine and instead take the punishment—Lin Feng certainly wouldn't show mercy.

These Han civilians didn't recognize him, but they clearly saw the sash pouch hanging at Wei Ye's waist.

Not only must the life tablet be made of this peculiar material, but also the essence-blood of both parties must be refined onto it, consuming immense effort. It's truly exceedingly complex.

"That man is Xun Yi, isn't he?" Su Wan gripped Shen Qing's shoulder and asked urgently with her spiritual sense.

And that secret guard—I've never heard anyone mention him before. Yet this time, his action spread like wildfire, instantly wiping out Cai Jing and others, along with corrupt officials and local tyrants across the entire realm. I'd guess ten thousand deaths is already a low estimate.

Tang Mu had no patience at all—he stomped down several times until the powder on the ground lost all vitality. Tang Mu no longer needed to worry about such sudden appearances.

Zhang Beichen didn't soften. He had survived many brutal survival games and could clearly distinguish reality from game.

The four siblings of Cao Jingshu each had uniquely named suites in the Deep Forest Club. Lin Shen Shi only learned of this after accidentally hearing Shen Min mention it.

Then Yang Hao saw Lin Zijin pick up the lipstick in her hand and gently apply it to her lips beside the display window.

He wasn't the type to cling to things—these contribution points meant nothing to him at all.

"What's wrong? Are you eager for me to leave? I'm not going—I'll wait until Yin Xi returns." Lin Yun Er said something that surprised Lin Shen Shi greatly.

At this moment, shouldn't you be standing in front of me, shielding me if anyone tries to hit me?

"Hehe." Su Su laughed two silly laughs. She didn't know whether the other person was foolish or she was. What's the difference between this and a roadside fairy stick? Don't tell me it's just a ten-yuan stone plaque.

Facing the warm-hearted Kim Myeong-kyung, Lin Shen Shi was briefly surprised but showed no unusual reaction. Through Pei Ju-hyeon beside him, he seemed to recall some impressions of Kim Myeong-kyung.

Just then, intense gunfire erupted at the village entrance—the Delta Force troops stationed there had already begun engaging the tribal armed militants who had followed.

As Robyn pondered, Meis murmured softly, rolled over, and hugged Robyn tightly before sinking back into deep sleep.