Chapter 423: The Demon Master Marches North

The divine spirit has emerged.

It heralds the imminent end of the age.

The shock was explosive, immediately stirring unrest across all sides.

The world trembled once more.

This upheaval profoundly affected countless people.

Panic set in; many grew desperate.

The Wolf Lord sat sprawled on a massive bench, his scattered hair woven into countless thin braids of gold thread, hanging down behind his broad shoulders.

A pair of eyes

But now I feel as if I’ve gone mad, utterly unable to control myself. I took off after them again. The Nine Yama Lords were now fleeing in all directions, chased by me.

Speaking these words, the Angel King turned back, studying the unconscious Kyle and Morgana with intense focus, his eyes gleaming.

Kexma’s face contorted as he let out a furious roar, then was instantly obliterated within the blood-black light.

“Sss!” Xiao Zongtian stiffened, suddenly feeling a searing bolt of thunder-fire surge into his body, making him feel as if his very flesh would explode.

“Damn it, too close! Run farther!” The old windman’s face turned pale; he spun and bolted away, abandoning all dignity.

That was the gaze Ye Li had longed for all her life—focused solely on her, only her, warm and tender, filled with deep devotion.

That day, Aunt Zhao had spoken with a bitter tone, saying that given the situation, she could return to the big mansion; after all, old people were no longer useful.

Guo Qin turned and walked away; she was nearly driven mad! She simply couldn’t bear being near Qin Lang—every extra second spent with him, every extra glance, made her want to slam her head against a wall.

Music was obviously out of the question now. Even if Zhang’s mother came home at night, disturbing the neighbors was unacceptable.

“Young Master Chu, my two hundred million U.S. dollars has just arrived—I’ll transfer it to you right away!” Castor said respectfully.

No way—could it really be this coincidental? Did some hot guy actually drag her off? Zhang Liuliang thought to himself.

The next instant, Mu Han leapt into the air; a streak of blue light tore through space, and he became a bolt of lightning, lashing toward the Tianyue Demon Serpent.

A voice devoid of emotion suddenly echoed from somewhere high above, and the final countdown began.

These effects gradually manifested in Qinyou’s later cultivation; her use of various techniques became far more effortless than before, even allowing her to slightly alter the trajectory of fireballs after casting them—making her attack patterns far more flexible and unpredictable.

Although Haze Muke did not know why he now slept, every time he communicated with his ancestor—past or present—he felt a heavy, oppressive weight, making him acutely aware of the gap between them. More importantly, he sensed on his ancestor an overwhelming force of mortal dread.

Zhang Liuliang stopped kicking the front seat and simply ignored Liu Yang, still stunned, closing his eyes in deep thought.

The reason so many Dao God golds in northern Zhen Guo lack power is likely because they originated from ancient times, when the Iron Demon still walked the world.

“Wu and Haiying will block the Lian Zun’s direct attacks head-on. Wei Linbao will try to ambush from behind. Zheng Hui attacks from the left, Bai Tong from the right—target the Lian Zun’s weak points and see if he has any openings,” Wu Zuoqi said.

“Agreed?” Mo Ruo had heard vaguely, but now a relaxed smile appeared on her face.

“What? Do you need me to repeat it?” Mo Youqian’s voice turned icy, the chilling tone radiating terrifying malice that sent shivers down the spine.

Madame Wen hurried out to defuse the tension; since Yan Jin’s mind was faulty, the other ladies didn’t dwell on it—instead, they were curious about what Yan Jin and Jiuzhu had said to make Jiuzhu’s expression change so abruptly.