Chapter 279

"So that's how it is. You want to know the scope of power we currently hold, is that right?"

The leader, Zhe Helan, nodded and regained her calm smile: "I understand. This is a very reasonable request. Allow me to introduce to you the current distribution of power within the Demon Affairs Institute."

She stepped forward from the line, cleared her throat, and said:

"Because you have not been in the realm these past years, perhaps"

That feeling suddenly made her feel as if she had returned to many years ago, when he always loved to hold her.

It felt as if someone were splitting her in two; she would rather die than endure it. Thinking of what awaited her upon returning, she decided it was better not to go back at all—just let it be, stop thinking about it.

Bruce clenched his teeth tightly; his figure flickered but failed to become invisible—the massive blood loss hindered his ability's activation.

She couldn't let him go. After all they'd been through, her feelings for Karan were hard to describe. On one hand, she hated and feared his cruelty and ruthlessness; on the other, she could not forget how kind he had been to her.

"Sister Mei, are there any recorded items on these aircraft carriers and warships? Search them thoroughly—otherwise, if their spies find clues, we're in trouble. I heard the British have a guy codenamed 007, and he's terrifying!"

But after asking, he immediately regretted it—how could he have said something so stupid? He even wanted to slap himself twice.

Are you asking me, who protects Miss Mo, to undertake a task so dangerous I'd risk my life to overthrow the Emperor?

Because of them, Huo Xi and Qing Hong and the others had already stayed in this Demon City for two days—after all, if their bodies didn't recover, the group, already barely able to defend themselves, would become easy prey for the beasts. But Qing Hong wasn't in a hurry; without her, no one else could enter the Lingyun Cave.

The Yao family patriarch's eyes bulged as he roared in frenzy—Yao Heng, no matter how useless, was still his child; he could not die so cleanly, and certainly not right before his eyes.

"You're wrong. Tang Wanying will never marry into Kunlun. Therefore, Tang Wanying's future freedom will be decided by herself alone—this you must remember!" Pan Yuhong interrupted Xuan Yuan Lingfeng before he could finish speaking.

Although the Black Wolf Gang had long lost its former glory, Sima Shi had always been the gang's second-in-command, and he was known for never showing emotion—how could they ever have imagined Sima Shi would so intimately lead a stranger into the hall?

Some vampire guards rushed out to fight the werewolves, but all were slain by the werewolves' claws and hand-crossbows.

"White Cat, can you locate their position?" Rio Lamo asked, stroking the cat's soft fur.

"Where did you get these? And... what are they for?" I grew more curious—why didn't he just buy ready-made bombs, like Rick's series?

A master's touch reveals all. Nie Xiang, having ranked among the Twelve War Wolves, must have formidable cultivation—just from this move alone, he could tell the opponent's cultivation was far above his own.

Changgong exhaled slightly in relief—his brother's words were true; Ajing was indeed imprisoned here with Uncle Nine.

The bandits surged toward the mountain fortress's exit; as soon as they emerged, they encountered me and Mo Di Alon.

"How dare you! Who are you? How dare you intrude into Lüjin Garden!" A loud voice rang out at the garden's gate.

"Yes, yes. We have authentic Diga cactus, no spines removed. And we have preserved rotting leaves from three years ago..." Xilan Dun proudly introduced to me.

Shangguan Ya Ce saw her pinching her own arm; he walked over, silently took her arm, and began kneading it to relax the tense muscles.