Chapter 65: The Perfect Trap

Lu Xingyu's icy statement, devoid of even a shred of human emotion, struck like a venom-drenched judgment hammer from the depths of hell, ruthlessly shattering the final, fragile thread of heroic hope in the hospital room that had just been kindled by Jiang Yi's desperate gamble.

"...There are fingerprints on it."

Boom—

The world seemed to have been pressed on the mute button.

Time froze at this exact moment.

Lin Feifei's flushed face, contorted with rage...

From his past life, he had known since antiquity that the deceased deserved the utmost respect and peace in burial. Yet, from a modern perspective, leaving corpses exposed was a breeding ground for plagues. Wu Yong did not know if the realm of Lanling had a concept of plagues, but the thought of bodies strewn across the fields filled his heart with unease.

The Netherworld Blood River rapidly condensed into a thin barrier, blocking Abe Seimei's path. Yet at this very interception, Abe Seimei's expression shifted abruptly, and Min Wu's eyebrows arched in an instant.

Within the towering waves of black mist, numerous bizarre auras intertwined into the shapes of dragons and serpents, wandering about—at times surfacing beneath the crystal stones, at times plunging deep into the abyss of the black mist, eluding even Baili Yun's spiritual vision.

The past life felt like yesterday; though much time had passed, those figures remained vividly etched in memory.

Huang Pan looked toward Gu Yixia. As the creator of the entire arsenal utilized by Dallas, Gu Yixia was undeniably the most authoritative voice on the matter.

The onlookers among the cultivators erupted in a frenzy. They dared not approach the territory belonging to the Immortal-Locking Gate, resorting instead to probing with their divine sense from afar. However, the Immortal-Locking Domain sealed off everything, leaving them completely blind to the events unfolding within. Now that the domain had closed, they eagerly cast their divine senses forward once again.

Yet under the assault of this colorful medicinal power, his rock-solid physique gradually began to fail. Su Li's body became riddled with countless holes and dripping with blood, presenting a horrifying, utterly blood-soaked spectacle.

"Very well." Zheng Qingyi thought for a moment; if she simply left like this and something went wrong, the Imperial Preceptor would inevitably be implicated, so she decided to inform the First Imperial Preceptor.

In the Primordial Era, the human race was still in the primitive stage of slash-and-burn agriculture. In the eyes of other powerful races, humans were nothing more than livestock kept in captivity, to be slaughtered and sacrificed at will. That era was the darkest chapter in human history.

"My, my... this spirited drive of yours hasn't lost an ounce of its youthful vigor compared to the old days!" Jinhua's teasing did nothing to slow the trio's pace. A moment later, all three arrived at the campsite of the new army.

The message conveyed to him by this scroll was that the Great Xia Holy City, and indeed the entire Great Xia World, was under assault by the demon, blood, and alien races, and an earth-shattering war was imminent.

In the span of three seconds, Chen Xuyuan established a connection between the super server and the virtual realm. With a single thought, several hundred virus sources materialized in the void, dispersing in all directions to infiltrate the earth and reach any corner of the Earth.

"Of course I can give it to you. I can even give you this prescription, provided you join our team." Chen Xuyuan smiled; this He Congzhi was surprisingly easy to talk to.

Li Sheng glanced at the latter and said softly, showing no excessive worry. He knew Li Xue's strength best; even if she wouldn't achieve any dazzling accomplishments, she certainly wouldn't do poorly either.

"I understand." He Lan nodded earnestly, giving a solemn and serious reply to Instructor Han Yan.

Working in Qingshan City? Looking like a celebrity? And only returning today? Could it be Sister Miaoyin?

Most formal casinos nowadays had already set up projection screens, but it was obvious that this place lacked them.

There were only a little over two months left until the New Year. Sixty thousand square meters was still a somewhat tight schedule. However, many hands make light work; it would surely be completed on time.

Facing the Emperor of the Tianyang Empire, he felt not a shred of pressure or tension. That peerless might could not shake him in the slightest, for he too possessed the authority and presence of one who ruled on high.