Chapter 110: Imbalanced Specialization

Surrounding them were golden grass blades reaching past their ankles; their feet stepped onto soft earth where the soles sank in slightly, carrying a subtle elasticity like the thickest, softest carpet.

This sensation felt novel to Aolang and Shaji.

The Desert held only sand and stones; even in the Oasis, one could see only damp, loose sandy soil, not this thing that could be called "soil."

Shaji ran wildly in joy, while Aolang seemed as if he barely knew how to walk.

The sword light in Chu Yi's hand instantly split into two; one struck the soldier puppet, while the other launched a surprise attack on the severely wounded Wine Swallowing Boy.

Soldiers on both sides were on full alert, conserving their strength and waiting for this slaughter; on Chai Zongxun's side, whether militia or new recruits, all possessed combat experience and were no longer bewildered or fearful; while on the side of the allied alien tribes, after understanding the influence of black magic upon them, each one regained their former fighting spirit.

A golden light issued from Yue Chuyi's hand; Bing Lan never raised her head, and in her eyes fixed on the floor, resentment and unwillingness appeared for the first time.

Ye Guyu froze for a moment, then thought it seemed indeed to be so, and afterward slowly lowered his hand.

As for Cangyun Mountain, he was a true martial arts enthusiast; in his youth, he had traveled to famous mountains and great rivers throughout the Clear Wind Kingdom, seeking to find martial arts masters then living in seclusion in deep mountains and great rivers to spar with and learn from.

And Yu Shang, because he had been controlled, felt the pain of that control; even the memories from the period of control made Yu Shang feel angry and aggrieved. He felt resistance against the soul contract, which targeted the soul itself. Precisely for this reason, Yu Shang killed everyone in the Zhou Family, whether cultivators or ordinary people, clean and thorough.

An arrowhead ground from bone shards shot into the throat of a sand sheep; instantly, six or seven sand sheep fell into a pool of blood, but more sand sheep scattered and fled. A night guard suddenly pounced upon one, agile as a leopard, pinning the sand sheep to the ground and snapping its neck.

Chu Yi nodded; since this matter involved the Ghost Race and the Demon Race, it would not be easily resolved.

"What? Return to where?" Bing Lan did not know how childish her voice, now filled with confusion, sounded to Fu Ling's ears.

The bullet struck accurately through the doctor's shadow. The doctor remained relatively calm; he trusted his speed extremely. Just now, he had only been testing whether someone was hidden below; this test indeed confirmed someone was hidden below, and currently, it appeared to be a sniper.

The Azure Dragon seemed to perceive that it was already at a disadvantage; seeing this, it fiercely met several strikes, then turned and left.

"Alas, no, no; the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed," Xuan Zuo replied, shaking his head and swaying, making everyone burst into laughter, though they set down the wine in their hands.

A few minutes later, He Donglin returned; the smile on his face vanished, replaced by anger and displeasure.

"Long life to Third Master!" Lei Pili's brothers immediately responded loudly, shouting loudly, and those from the Shen Family immediately responded loudly as well, instantly enlivening the atmosphere of the scene.

It turned out there was no class reunion at all; it was merely a trap set by two pyramid-scheme operators. Leng Bingbing was one of the prey selected from them.

The insects in the medicinal field grew by eating herbs; their physical strength and spiritual power were considerable. After being eaten by ducks and geese, the spiritual power was naturally absorbed by the ducks and geese. Dozens of poultry, which originally drew little attention, laid a pile of eggs every single day.

Mo Fan was startled; if someone else had said these words, he would have merely smiled, but coming from these two, it was something extraordinary.

The Three Talents Facing the Origin at the Great Perfection level actually enveloped Mo Fan, enabling him to completely defend against these martial arts techniques.

The entrance was now in chaos; Ye Xingfeng truly dared not take this risk. Glancing sideways, he saw Xue Tian and let out a heavy snort, displaying his dissatisfaction with Xue Tian. For some reason, Ye Xingfeng always felt that the look in Xue Tian's eyes carried intense hatred.