Chapter 190: Seven Luminaries in Unison

At this moment, the night sky's light was faint, the city lacked lanterns, and all was dark and silent.

After a while, Zhao Ti arrived at the Wu Sect's main courtyard in the northeast.

Inside this courtyard hung many lanterns, but they were not ordinary—they were deep black.

Western Xia often made lanterns from leather, but black leather was hard to make translucent; dyed black, it released even less light, so it was extremely rare.

Black lanterns looked sinister, even more terrifying than white ones.

Yet just as the wind was at its strongest, such a bomb suddenly exploded—how could this not be a nightmare?

Doctors can only play an auxiliary role; surgery can only repair; the key still lies in your own self-healing and error-correction abilities.

He wasn't afraid of death—he recognized that man, and now his gaze drifted aimlessly as he crouched before his wife, children, and elderly mother, lost in thought.

This time Li Wei was experienced—he quickly covered his ears with both hands. But the expected gunshot never came; the car fell silent again, and all Li Wei could hear was his own shallow breathing.

Attending the National Hospital Infection Academic Annual Meeting inevitably made him nervous, for he was utterly unfamiliar with this city.

"Viston, I—" Furong forced a smile, but tears slid slowly down her cheeks; her lips trembled as if to speak, yet her voice choked off.

Many present openly mocked and ridiculed Nalan Lingxue, suspecting her of insanity.

In the hissing sound of extinguished flames, the icy chill was pushed back by the fire's heat, and the Giant of Heaven and Earth began to dissolve.

Shen Yan took a few steps forward, standing beside the man, his eyes spreading boundless mad cruelty, black as the depths of hell.

"Is the Ninth Miss unharmed? Is she injured anywhere?" This time it was Zhao Kun who feared—ordered to protect the Ninth Miss, how could he explain it if she were hurt?

Hearing this, Lu Zhong could only shrug, clearly reluctant. But with Feng Yi gone and Shi Tan injured, he alone dared not stir up trouble.

Watching Elder Kuang turn back three times with every step, Li Si truly wanted to laugh, yet his heart ached. It seemed Elder Kuang's days were truly numbered; his kindness likely stemmed partly from hoping that after his death, Li Si would remain in the Tianyun Sect.

On the Qilin's back stood a middle-aged man holding a blood-stained halberd, draped in a black cloak, his hood obscuring most of his face.

In the blue light, a faint figure flickered several times; a tremendous voice suddenly erupted from it, causing the tall cultivators to frown and their expressions to shift slightly.

Looking down at his ribcage pierced by the monster's muscle, the muscle and blood vessels were no longer clear; in the blur, Savi saw Gulliver's five fingers digging fiercely into his ribs.

"Wait for me, let's go together." Huo Yixin saw a towel nearby and quickly grabbed one to drape over her.

He was like this now—he certainly didn't need her worrying anymore; schemes of the heart and warfare—he was far better at them than she was.

Anyway, the leave Shen Tingchuan gave them was enough for them to wander for a while! So he planned to take Bingbing out properly and have some fun.

The Left Mayor finally stopped concealing his intent to kill Li Si—he cast a cold, icy glance at Li Si, and suddenly large bursts of Bai Guang erupted from his body. Seeing this, the Fat Man and others immediately summoned their artifacts and slowly closed in.

Thus, she boldly guessed the child must be carried with her by Miyamoto Tachibana—of course, only after she extracted from those assassins' mouths that Miyamoto Tachibana led the troops did she dare think so.

When the soldiers reappeared, Andy began waiting; once the soldiers arrived, Andy attacked—this time targeting a Level 1 hero, keeping its level fixed at 1, though of course that was impossible.

Andy continued gathering, his expression indifferent to success or failure—ghost equipment was now completely impossible to obtain; even if he acquired god-tier materials, they'd be of little use; obtaining ghost equipment was worse than fighting a Ghost-class Boss.