Chapter 134: The Bizarre Way of Crossing a Century

The Day of Distortion vanished.

But it didn't vanish completely.

For as Wu Wang's body turned to black shards, he clearly felt a searing heat burn along the inner side of his wrist.

This familiar sensation.

Even without rolling up his sleeve, he knew what had happened—the Abyss God Mark was feeding.

What it consumed needed no explanation.

The residual power of the Distortion had become nourishment for the Abyss God Mark.

Skeletons and zombies slammed into the heavy shields or were pierced by spears. The River of Souls' power seeped into the Nether Soil, dissolving soul flames with a sizzling sound like water hitting hot oil, making the battlefield especially noisy.

In his heart, he had already selected several high-potential targets for future development.

Similarly, similar forbidden zones existed high above the Crying Sands, Koster, and the Godfall Plateau, forming protective barriers and assembly grounds for the Red Alliance's aerial forces.

Nasdaq's so-called bell-ringing was merely pressing a button in the center of the bell platform; pressing it counted as ringing the bell to open trading.

"With the virus spreading, I can't risk my loved ones being affected—I can't stand idly by…" Mu Bai thought silently, making his decision instantly.

Hua Rumei's mind churned with countless thoughts; the spirit fruit was beyond reach, and if she stayed with Six-Finger Demon, his fickle temper might well see her dead in this dense forest.

The rolling shutters came down, windows were blocked; the once-bustling jewelry store instantly grew eerily quiet, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive. Four guards each held a baton, while the staff cowered trembling in the corners, faces pale with fear.

In winter of 390 AD, Hexi defeated Northern Wei and seized Shuofang, yet achieved no further major deeds.

Thinking of this, Zhao Huan's urgency deepened, but Zhao Hao gave him no chance to speak—he simply raised his hand and ordered him to withdraw, forbidding him to utter a word.

"Yan Xuerong is severely wounded and delirious; her words cannot serve as evidence," Zhan Peng pressed on, refusing to let go of Zi Xi.

Gu Xinyan knew she should retaliate, make Jun Wuxie suffer the consequences of offending the Blood Demon Sect—but after hearing Lin Haoyu's words of vengeance, she felt no agreement, only resistance.

Looking up, Master Xuantian's eyes flickered with a hint of mockery… ahead, Shen Wují, Shen Wushuang, and others were approaching.

Armed with an eight-star matrix weapon, of extremely high cultivation, this trip to the United States is purely personal, unrelated to the Huaxia National Science-Martial Alliance.

Mingzhu was about to step forward when Jiang Zhouzi moved ahead, shielding her with his body. Dong Hui saw this and exchanged a subtle glance with Su Maomao, signaling that Jiang Zhouzi was still decent.

Thanks to her innate sensitivity to spiritual objects, over the years she had amassed considerable wealth.

"Say what you mean—I'm pressed for time," Zhang? said, arching his eyebrows, his voice still high and melodic, his orchid-fingered hand trembling like a willow leaf in the wind.

As a fifth-rank Saint, dismantling Gong Jing's fourth-rank Catastrophic-level steel wall was effortless.

Liu Feng's face paled—only his wife knew how big his thing was; how could Luo Baocheng possibly know?

"What good did the Sacred Mountain offer you? The hope of becoming a god? Or the severing of all things tied to me?" Ji Yi sneered, a strange pain stirring in his heart.

Time shifted violently; even the four, all Heaven-Tier experts, grew dizzy, until they appeared in Chen Nan's era.

When such a strange event occurred twice, it could no longer be coincidence—especially the boy who guided Jiang Ming; he had already experienced this sensation once before, and now his body trembled with fear.