Chapter 413

The great battle continues.

As if it has no end.

Dou Changsheng suddenly realized that none of it had anything to do with him.

The Dark Daoist and his makeshift brother joined forces; from initially barely holding their own, they now held absolute dominance. The Stone Emperor appeared invincible, but all his strength was mere brute force—his techniques, initially unfamiliar to the Dark Daoist and his makeshift brother, had required caution.

But as the battle dragged on, gradually...

“You two talk,” Su Shana smiled, releasing Ni Ya’s hand.

In an instant, the demon shadow clone and the soul entity were sucked away into a luminous silver space representing primordial power, leaving behind countless stunned stares.

Like Ao Shuang, each time he uses the Skyward Hand, he fuses multiple elemental forces to maximize combat power.

At this moment, Huangfu Wuyi was less arrogant and haughty than in the court, yet more somber and cold; the giant beside him stood like half a pagoda, instilling sudden awe in all who saw him. Duan Da recognized him as Hu Ben Langjiang Fei Qingnu, Huangfu Wuyi’s top warrior.

Only with this divine golden sand could the desert empire, a nation nestled in a corner of the desert, possess three and a half divine artifacts.

The golden copper coin circled endlessly in Xu Tianya’s right hand as he smiled at Prince Yue Hen.

“I’ll fight,” Tang Tian’s gaze turned icy. Before the finger pointed by the peak existence, he felt a terrifying aura that nearly stopped his heart—but he mustered courage for one final struggle.

Everyone knew the undead population had grown to monstrous proportions; no matter how calm the atmosphere, no one dared let their guard down.

“In this world, I searched everywhere but found no familiar faces—I simply want to go to the other side,” Li Bai said frankly.

Victory sometimes lies in stalemate; sometimes, in the instant of lightning. The Hebei army, seeing the Prince of Changle draw his blade as he always did, seized the opening and immediately rallied for a counterattack, surrounding Xue Wanshu’s cavalry and holding back Xue Wancheng’s assault.

The rescue vessel docked beside the beach, and guards carried Wuya Songke before the princes.

“We didn’t provoke them—after all, it wasn’t us who got screamed at yesterday morning. Of course we’re resentful, but can sixty men across three squads all be of one mind?” Dayan wiped his rifle, speaking calmly.

Unfortunately, the person he wanted to lure wasn’t here at all; those he didn’t want to lure now stared eagerly at Huo Lin’s large bundle of spirit stones.

She acted as if they didn’t exist, reaching out to stroke the dog’s head, deep creases etched in her corners of the eyes—she smiled, yet when she lifted her gaze to them, her face turned icy.

Several younger siblings nodded in complete trust; Han Yingxue said she’d clean up, so she definitely would.

But Pei Qiqi was still too naive; she sat on the bed, waiting for him to leave her bedroom.

Gu Yicheng didn’t bother wasting thought on such matters; he’d rather spend that time thinking about his wife and children.

Yi Huan took a sip and felt warmth spread through her body, so comfortable she doubted she’d been sick at all.

“This is Supreme Yang Divine Fire—I am the Spirit of Fire. Do you think I’d fear this Supreme Yang Divine Fire?” With that, it tried to burst out of the divine flame.

The elevator arrived. He half-carried her back to the apartment, set down the items, and Pei Qiqi was already gone.

Moreover, Qin Xinghe’s movements were brutally crude, utterly lacking restraint; when he pulled back, Liu Qing lay curled on the ground, nose swollen, face bruised, stars swirling before his eyes.

He had only once, during his appointment, caught a distant glimpse of Prince Qi in a side hall of the Wang Mansion—it was winter, doors shut, lighting poor, and he dared not look closely, only forming a vague impression of his lord’s appearance.