Chapter 337: The Chatbot Long Dan

As the assessment progressed into its later stages, Squad 277 steadily pushed forward, and Senior Cuique increasingly felt she had nothing to do.

After clearing the first node and being the first to claim a reward, they located the second node with great efficiency. Although another squad had already entered this node first and was initially none too willing to cooperate with Squad 277, once Senior Tu Dinggui displayed her astonishing strength and almost single-handedly dealt with the node

A little over a month was enough for Li Er to produce a batch of clone soldiers, and also enough time to give the fleet a major overhaul—purchasing six warships, with four new-model warships about to be delivered.

"But the long night will come in the end, unaltered by any will… Optimism, perhaps, is just deceiving oneself." An inexplicable sorrow welled up in Gu Luo's chest; a heavy pressure rose from nowhere, sweeping down upon him like the sky itself.

"Ha!" Cold Wind let out a sharp shout, the force in his arm steadily increasing until he sent Hou Yue flying back! Hou Yue was knocked three steps back by the punch, then began to topple backward; Yun Die quickly moved to steady Hou Yue.

Zhuang Jian's Sacred Tribulation stretched across ten thousand li; beneath the sky, above the earth, all was the countenance of Lei Ting, transforming into colossal dragons that sought to refine every existence between heaven and earth into nothingness.

As mentioned earlier, the region Lin Chengqi truly wished to explore was the mysterious cosmos beyond Earth.

After the Spine Dragon Heavenly King was annihilated by the joint forces of the Scripture-Fetchers and the imperial troops, Grand Marshal Banhe led the Ban family army, aided by the Scripture-Fetchers' master and disciples, marching north toward Flying Tiger Mountain.

Zhuang Jian stood within the Tiangang Seven Stars Formation, his gaze fixed far away upon Tianshu, which blazed with light in the sky. A flash of enlightenment stirred in his heart. With a distant point of his finger, a beam of light shot down from the Tianshu Divine Domain, piercing straight through the void to illuminate the very heart of the formation.

The instant the Void Netherflame surged upward, the charging momentum of the Ancestral Dragon's Qi abruptly halted—clearly wary of the Void Netherflame.

"Alright, alright, Company Commander comrade, just let Political Instructor comrade off the hook! The trouble was caused by me, I'll go settle it!" So saying, he picked up his cap and prepared to head out.

Hearing this, Gaia calmed down, glared fiercely at Dean, and ignored him, looking elsewhere—out of sight, out of mind, as the saying goes.

"Ghost Step—is that the footwork you taught me last time?" Lin Feng recalled the set of footwork Shadow Vanguard had imparted to him last time, wondering if it was the same.

And even if there truly were a chance to do it all over again, Su Xia absolutely would not be willing to live like that, within a lie.

"Sit properly!" Ling Mo's tone was somewhat stern; she disliked him fidgeting once the car was moving.

"You…" Knowing full well he was outmatched in a war of words, Han Erqi gritted his teeth in fury, yet had no recourse, and could only fix An Youran with a murderous glare.

In truth, he only needed to confine Linlang within the palace and apply pressure and temptation—naturally he could obtain what he desired, without all this trouble.

Hearing this, Ning Yuanlan looked up at him and smiled, leaning toward his shoulder—only to realize she hadn't bathed yet, while he had already changed into clean sleepwear.

At these words, Li Moran swept Ye Xiaomei up in a princess carry and, amid the crowd's gasps, walked toward the elevator.

A room full of moonlight, a room full of silence; only the soft echo of each other's breathing. The moonlight fell on Leng Xianning's face, yet carried an indescribable chill.

Leng Xianning's tone grew even icier—was she only defying her so brazenly now because she saw that her mood was calm?

"I have something to tell you, really." Chen Shi's pleading gaze made Ye Xiaomei somewhat unable to bear it.

One should know that those who came to beg Elder Wu to take them as disciples numbered no less than a thousand or eight hundred, and all were refused.