Chapter 142: Transformation into a Snake

In the deep, dark palace, Chen Ye sat cross-legged before the ginseng fruit.

The storm and calamity qi, which should have been separated by the magnetic field, were now directly drawn into Chen Ye's body.

In an instant, excruciating pain surged from deep within his flesh and blood, as if countless steel needles pierced him simultaneously—the agony of flesh dissolving—yet Chen Ye gritted his teeth and endured.

His entire bone marrow was invaded by storm and calamity qi, like a red-hot branding iron thrust into his spine, making Chen Ye feel as if he were in hell.

Such torment

Under the moonlight, Liang Gongzheng slowly shook his head, his figure growing ever more ethereal, like a wisp of drifting smoke about to vanish.

Few knew that all electrical devices in a London office building failed during that thunderclap; residual elements spilled from the spacetime rift accumulated in the air, seeped into the troposphere, clashed violently, and finally produced a lightning bolt resembling a Thunder Strike spell, crashing down with the falling figure.

After decades apart, though his heart was wildly stirred, Tao Qingshan found himself at a loss when they finally met.

Rolling his eyes, on the brink of death, the leader gasped with reluctant fury: "You're ruthless—today I'm done for, but you won't live long either. My king will avenge us—wait—" His voice faded, his breath choked off, and he died instantly.

It was truly "shattered to pieces"—crashing down with a clatter right before Wu Tong and the others, breaking into skin, blood, and bones, startling the players immensely.

Han Lie, Xu Luo, and Wang Leyan all fell silent after hearing Fatty's words—happiness was really this simple.

The group exchanged glances—if so, then those werewolves and vampires had transformed into human form and passed through the teleportation array? Then no one could possibly distinguish them from the players?

"What's going on?" Chen Feng frowned and stepped forward. Why had he returned to so many problems? Behind him, the Silver Bone Diamond seemed to sense Chen Feng's impatience, twitching lightly and growing restless.

Mages are fine in every way, but they drain too much—so avoid combat if possible; otherwise, every gesture costs a fistful of coins.

Can Jiali was indeed formidable: among the prodigies of the Infinite Star Sea, some enthusiasts had created a prodigy ranking called the Star Sea Prodigy List, and Can Jiali ranked 167th.

"Thank you all for coming…" Li Zhen's cultivation stood among the top three in Dafeng City. Though celebrating his ninetieth birthday, his jet-black hair gave no hint of age; his deep, resonant voice, booming like a bronze bell, was more vigorous than many youths.

He had gained a certain depth of understanding of Arabic numerals, various symbols, and formulas from chemistry and physics.

The plan he had prepared for months was ready—once these Xiongnu dared enter Youzhou, their fate would be in others' hands.

Otherwise, according to Louis's intention, he also planned to bring Kid into his own Phantom Wand Fleet.

The breath, slightly tinged with alcohol yet still fresh, brushed against her face—so close, and her voice so pleasant—that An Xi's cheeks flushed red.

Frustratingly, these humans of ours were only at the Legendary realm—how could we possibly stop the werewolf clan's conspiracy?

He gestured, drawing Ling An'er—who had fainted from overwhelming grief—into his hand, gripping her snow-white neck.

What did public commendations, fame and glory, or "indispensable contributions" matter?

Because, in both his past and present lives, his biological mother had been a pitiful woman abandoned after being used.

Upon arriving, Lingyin cast a Healing Prayer that instantly mended Luo Yi's wounds; as the reincarnation of a Seraph, Lingyin's healing power was even stronger than Luo Yi's—no wonder his injuries, already improved after a week's rest, were healed so easily; even a week ago, Lingyin could have mended Luo Yi's wounds swiftly.