Chapter 586

The tree was split in half, blood splattered everywhere, streaking southwestward in a trail that coated the ground.

Such a gruesome sight shocked Liu Xiaolou; he wondered what kind of power those two possessed—had Lu Yuanlang bled out entirely?

After chasing over two miles, the blood traces grew sparse, appearing only once every dozen zhang, just residual drops—but these drops glowed with a crystalline brilliance, identical to the stars and moon in the night sky, strikingly visible.

From the moment that blood-colored demon waved at her and she flew over a hundred meters unharmed, she had guessed the truth.

The beard stepped back in time. I stared closely—the slash had torn only the clothing; luckily, no flesh was wounded.

Not because of anything else—this was inside a Chaos-level array, and they naturally had confidence they could ignore its suppression, but destroying it was extremely difficult, let alone such widespread destruction.

The robe was large, matching the Gumo clan’s typical height of over two meters, yet it still fit reasonably well.

He carried Song Hao on his back, used one hand to steady him, and climbed the ladder with the other, ascending steadily.

“But since Shi Yi City is now on the brink of collapse, if we do not deliver a crushing blow to the Zhao forces, they may well march straight through Ling Shou after taking Shi Yi.” Just as Sima Zhou prepared to advise again, the King of Zhongshan’s eyes flashed rare brilliance, his face solemn.

Although Shi Zhengqing had been defeated by him and his Black Water Black Flag had been taken from him, his power was no longer at its peak.

Ye Chenfeng murmured under his breath, then shot forward in an instant, becoming a blur too swift for any instrument to capture.

Another fifteen minutes passed; outside the mine, chaos erupted—gunfire came in dense, unbroken volleys.

One cry, and Axiu Mo and the others glanced at Wang Hao standing still, then left with heavy confusion.

For the sake of the Dragon Clan, all the supreme geniuses fell silent—they feared no death, but they had never imagined this.

Yet now, in her mind, besides rage, there was a hopeless sense of loss.

As for Prince Jing’s several nephews, Liang Yi had heard—they were all useless playboys, not one worth a damn. He probably wouldn’t want his hard work to go to such men.

Without hesitation, Chen Dong plucked another hair and blew out an identical clone, then pulled a spare pair of Infinite Gloves from his personal space.

Luo Dong rode the Wind Wolf, naturally looking down—and right then, he spotted that bulging spot, dazzlingly white.

On the way back to escort the six, crowds lined both sides of the street, blocking all passage. Though they didn’t know how they’d escaped, seeing them recaptured, they cheered—none had forgotten their crimes, and some hurled vegetables or eggs their way.

Luo Tong was different—even after achieving unparalleled merit and becoming the court’s youngest high official, he remained Luo Tong. Honored across the land, holding high rank, he never changed his core self—his conduct, his heart, unchanged. Truly rare and admirable.

Wu Yaqing trembled—the restaurant was about to collapse, yet Jing Ying still dared stay there. Obviously, ordinary people didn’t understand how precious life was.

Wu Yaqing was speaking, but saw the CEO walk off without even glancing—she froze.

Shadow Reapers excelled in summoning thunder and lightning, famed for speed; their assassination skills were exceptional, and their close-quarters defense was renowned across all nations.

Facing enthusiastic Japanese fans, Yuan Su initially maintained orderly interaction, but within moments, the situation spiraled out of control—hands multiplied across Yuan Su’s body, even touching his private areas.

The Moonwalk appeared in this world for the first time—only Chen Mo could master it.

Even with his ultimate technique, the power gap was too great. His confident killing strike, about to pierce Zhan Wujie’s heart, met an unprecedented, terrifying force—his blade halted just one inch into the right chest, unable to advance further.

Zhang Quyi nearly toppled over, goosebumps crawling everywhere; he deliberately let go of the stone, which nearly crushed Zhai Shuman’s toes—she screamed and stepped back.

On the other side, Da Bao led Jian Gang to a corner outside the hall; even the super PR expert Da Bao now spoke haltingly.

On the way, the man said nothing, pressing forward relentlessly—the atmosphere around them grew strangely tense.

Such races were rare in games, but not nonexistent; in Liu Zong’s five years of experience, he’d encountered one or two—like the Owl Clan.

Fight! Fight! It’s not our Korea—let them brawl, kill one fewer, none of my business.

The bony claw was as large as a winnowing basket, five fingers sharp as swords, gleaming with chilling light.

In truth, Su Rui now entered any competition primarily for faith value; money was secondary.

“Zian came tonight for this very matter—what do you wish your elder brother to do?” After a pause, Heng Zhi asked.

Gu Qingmo unleashed her domain power. Though not yet fluent in controlling the Seven-Star Soul Sovereign realm, her talent allowed her to apply it instantly—within a flash, the entire space filled with intense ice and snow energy, white glacial light shimmering through the special dimension.

Li Chao truly didn’t want to get up—he didn’t want to go on a blind date—but Han Jiaren clearly wouldn’t give up, so he finally dragged himself out of bed.

Kaiduo clenched his right fist—five distinct finger marks appeared clearly on Eno’s skull, blood beginning to flow.

Corpse Brain Pills?! The Zhang sisters were horrified—they’d seen Chen Xiaotian’s gruesome state in life-or-death battles.

Bing Lan didn’t want to die, yet she was powerless. She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer—this would be her grave. The surroundings weren’t beautiful; they grew more repulsive by the moment—but it was too late now—she had no choice.

Liu Bin had seen everything just now—his instinct told him these people had unfathomable backgrounds and identities. Collaborating with them would surely bring him nothing but benefits.

After all, this tree wasn’t a zombie—the Corpse-Sealing Talisman had no effect on trees; the spiritual energy within vanished the moment it touched the bark.

Zhu Ronghui frowned, rearranged his chair, sat back down, and resumed his usual sly grin.

Li Ru, following Lin Lu, asked: “Since it’s a reward only for the Top Ten, it must be quite valuable.”