Chapter 145

"Oh my god, can't move at all—Annie's stun combo followed by Spider's cocoon, then the Juggernaut drops her trap, and Shy never moved a muscle from start to finish."

As the first blood was recorded, the OGN commentary booth spontaneously added two mournful wails.

Jax, stuck at level one after four minutes, has undoubtedly blown up.

Dying once isn’t a big deal, but the real problem is that most top laners in S3 carry Ignite—when minions push under the tower and get killed by it, you lose gold.

Han You didn’t have that righteous impulse to defend the jungler; after a quick comparison of both teams’ gold, he silently pondered.

After closing the doors and windows, he mysteriously placed the jade pendant on the table, then pulled the bewildered Liu Shiyuan forward to examine it.

Chu Yun pulled out his communicator and various electronic devices, found they all failed to function, fiddled with them for a long while, but couldn’t get any to power on—not even his old military-grade microcomputer he’d used for years.

Not far away, two paper dolls floated calmly in midair, each raising a hand to scatter another pile of trash.

Obama’s passive grants two consecutive auto-attacks after every ability cast within a 6-second window, ensuring strong early-game damage output. Now, cornered and desperate, he fully unleashed it, forcing the Bounty Hunter to retreat step by step.

Compared to Arthas’s enthusiasm, Jaina seemed far colder; over the years, Jaina had spent more time on Kul Tiras than Lordaeron, and their emotional connection had grown thin.

Mourinho deployed a diamond midfield with an attacking midfielder, while Trapani used a standard 4-3-3 with wide forwards disrupting the front line.

Moreau disagreed with Hugo—he thought Neuer was good, even wanted to sign him—but in front of Tennes, he held back, still saying Camené was fine.

Those three simple words carried all of Arthas’s emotion; Jaina looked at him, unable to accept his request.

"Take him down to rest." Li Cha gently tapped his forehead; the mad soldier collapsed into unconsciousness, and medics dragged him back to his room.

"Why not take a look to your right? That’s the fate of those who try the window." The man ahead of Luo Tian suddenly spoke.

"The exit is indeed northeast of us, but most people probably plan to return to the previous route—if everyone thinks that way, we’ll meet there," Tian Mingda said, opening his map and comparing the routes.

Zhao Ming’s body stiffened, his steps slowly moving away from the square; the moonlight was dark, and the Chuyun Sect lay utterly silent, with occasional low cries of flying birds, and a few patrol disciples walking back and forth within the sect.

"For maximum absorption efficiency, you should drink it directly—but this blood is too fierce, your body probably can’t handle it. So apply it externally: smear it on your skin, then cultivate the right technique to absorb it."

Hearing that eerie sound, Xu Zhengmao, as if expecting it, remained unmoved; as his words left his mouth, a vast, terrifying force suddenly erupted inside the Gongshou Tower.

At this moment, Murong Yingxue suddenly had an idea: could their ancestral master, after arriving at the Zhong family and facing his enemies, still be filled with rage, and thus demanded she master martial arts herself to kill them personally?

But there were plenty of “tadpoles” underwater—before the ones ahead fell, more “tadpoles” flew out.

"Thank you for your concern, Master Xia. I encountered some matters and was delayed." Xia Mingfeng looked at the anxious old man, and his heart warmed.