Chapter 100: Will the World Ever Find Peace?

Li Sandou sighed in relief; this Hunwu Mountain Range contained divine beasts like the Qilin, yet they weren’t afraid of soul beasts and hadn’t lost consciousness.

He had originally planned to strike up a familial connection with this elder sister Wang, but his first encounter brought nothing but news of expulsion.

He was utterly alone, facing a foe as powerful as Wenren Xingyue—how could he not be afraid?

“Captain Qin, we’re from Bureau Eight; these others are from Bureau One. We’re here on a superior’s mission to guard this position!” the man quickly nodded.

Ye Yaotiao was silently grumbling when Han Shaoxun on stage suddenly turned his head, staring straight toward her direction, his eyes filled with gloom.

From the heads and third eyes of those prostrate figures, streams of faith energy—invisible to mortal sight—rose toward the sphinx atop the tower.

To call it the moon, yet it carried life energy and crimson feathers; yet to call it a divine beast, it didn’t fit either.

He had ordered Zhang Xiaolong and the others to prepare these items for future instant-communication deployment, but for now, they were still in the phase of accumulating strength.

Upon hearing Qin Fen’s words, the five men scrambled to their feet, bowed in gratitude, then turned and sprinted into the wild grass.

Shen Mianian was satisfied; she thought taking children to war wasn’t entirely without benefit for them.

Whether or not she and Zhou Shilan were truly innocent, even if there had been some ambiguous feelings, it had nothing to do with Xiao Ying—and Xiao Ying had no right to interfere.

But with so few living souls in this vast forest, it wasn’t especially troublesome, especially with Nazi to help confirm.

The second wave of time-differential hurricane attacks came—slightly larger and more powerful than the last, yet only half the strength, far weaker than the initial strike; Lian Jian was already prepared for battle.

At that moment, footsteps sounded outside the door, and the Split Monster Meizhaged appeared in the command room.

But the fifty-year-old man sat there expressionless, helpless and motionless.

The war in the Night Zone continued, but thanks to Yaorao’s protection, despite the brilliant illumination weapons, the Ye family’s casualties were far less than expected; aided by Ruan Tianqi’s planning, over ninety percent of the Ye family had temporarily withdrawn from the front lines.

Chang Ning wasn’t afraid of embarrassment and clung tightly to her leg, refusing to let go no matter how she shook; she couldn’t drag him aboard the Sect Master’s Vessel, so her glance fell on the Yanhuang on the workbench.

After Sui Sui left, Xi Ri Hong began assigning tasks; night was the optimal time for ninja operations, so the enemy might strike during this window.

But since Yan Xing had acted early today, what he intended to do was to break all conventional rules.

The next instant, Sha Seng roared in fury, unwilling to yield; suddenly, a beam of light surged from his hand as he charged the water wall again.

“But Brother Wei, rest assured—I’ll cover all hospital expenses and all future rehabilitation treatment costs.”

Imagining the scene where the Dao patterns across his entire body merged into one, Shen Xian plunged into the flame. Instantly, tongues of fire pierced through his nine orifices and pores, drilling inward while scorching with heat.

“So you mean there’s someone behind Dai Jun—he’s the true puppet master of this game?” Wei Baiying understood at once and asked.

Once a barren mountain with no human traces, it was now bustling with voices, as figures arrived one after another in great numbers.

After an unknown length of time, the pottery jar slowly dried and smoothed, its color gradually turning brownish-yellow. Strange patterns began to appear—cloud-like, thunder-like, wind-like, mist-like, human-like, beast-like—ever-changing, yet never strange.

“A Level Ten Shape-Shifting Spirit Beast guarding the gate? Lansnow Sect truly has grandeur!” Wang An stared at the scene, stunned.

From his Earth-brought phone, he saw only a year had passed, yet Shen Xian had already reached the brink of Shenhua again. His original Yuan Shen still existed; he hesitated—should he use his original Yuan Shen or forge a new one? A difficult choice.

Shen Xian glanced at him; a divine light shot from his third eye, instantly shattering the ancient royal body. A chorus of sharp intakes of breath echoed around.

While they spoke, Kang Qiao solemnly and reverently dropped ten one-hundred-yuan bills into the donation box.

Bu Qianhuai’s eyes flickered with surprise—a thousand jin in weight! The man wielding a weapon weighing a thousand jin struck Bu Qianhuai’s eyes and settled heavily upon his heart.

“No luck. Found no clues.” After about ten minutes, the four had thoroughly searched the small arcade, but found nothing except the posters on the floor.

At this stage of war, the life-or-death clash between both sides could erupt at any moment. Now, the Fu family’s army was trapped between Yushi City and the main force of the Xiaoyao Empire—there was no escape left; only a true, brutal battle remained.

She now clearly realized from the other side—if not for these matters, he wouldn’t be waiting here on duty; thus, even if things continued this way, he should go and check first—other matters were unnecessary.