Chapter 117

A message popped up on Su Yun's phone screen.

The sender was Wei Heng, who was standing right beside him.

Su Yun and Wei Heng kept a clear distance from each other, separated by a wide gulf. With the two massive third wheels standing right in front of them, Wei Heng's heart itched with unbearable longing. His beloved was right before his eyes, yet he could neither speak to him nor hold him. In his frustration, he pulled out his phone to send a WeChat message.

Anxious to avoid any suspicion, Su Yun did not spare Wei Heng even a single glance, calmly typing: "..."

A fierce wind swept in from afar, bending the grass and flowers toward them. At that very moment, the wolf lunged.

When the voice rang out, the faces of both Mo Tian and Old Monster Shen instantly turned pale, their palms growing slick with sweat. If the secret of the Inner Demon Sect were to be leaked, they would be better off dying immediately; falling into the hands of Mo Xin would be a fate worse than death.

"It's not too much trouble, and it's not just for you, but for myself as well. When you go out to gather materials in the future, remember to collect some for me too." The ancestor bound in the chains seemed to have already set to work.

"Haha, I'll let you die with a clear mind today. I can tell you that yes, I did it all!" Ka Bayuan laughed maniacally.

With a mournful wail, the giant disc-like artifact, struck repeatedly by over a dozen consecutive energy slashes from the Phantom Fist shadows, suddenly lost its buoyancy and plummeted rapidly toward the mountain forest below.

"Madam, this Murong Yingxue truly bears a striking resemblance to Jiang Ruyun." Seeing his wife beginning to reminisce about Shui'er again, Zhong Mushan quickly changed the subject.

Suddenly, another ripple of energy startled the two of them. In their bewilderment, both reached into their robes and pulled out the Jade Fox Token and the Paulownia Leaf they had just put away.

Cultivating by consuming this spiritual elixir yielded results no different from absorbing high-grade or top-grade spirit crystals. Furthermore, it freed the cultivator's hands to engage in combat or cast spells.

"In that case, I shall take my leave. Thank you, Master Zhong." With that, the man in black departed with Wan'er.

Screaming in terror, they scattered in all directions. However, how could these ordinary humans possibly outrun the Kabane?

As he walked out of the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall, the previous ease and disdain on Lu Xiaobin's face had vanished, replaced by a heavy solemnity, and even a sense of bewilderment.

"The owner of this ship?" Ali turned to look at Wu Meng. Previously, everyone had assumed that he was the owner of the vessel.

As he spoke, the man in the straw hat rode his bicycle, clattering forward.

"No, stop talking nonsense!" Fang Guoxiang's face grew even redder. Along with the flush came a hint of panic; with her innermost secret exposed by Zhao Yafang, she felt completely at a loss.

He only felt a sharp, ghostly qi pierce into his flesh, its surging power tearing his body apart.

After finishing the phone call, Wei Dayong got on his electric scooter, while Li Tianyi rode a shared bicycle, and they set off toward the Municipal Writers' Association.

The arrogant and brutal murderous aura of the Japanese colonel did not make Mo Xiaosheng back down. His eyes widened as he met the colonel's gaze. Their eyes locked in the air—a silent contest in which neither side yielded an inch.

Qi Miao hugged her mother, overjoyed. The man who had once brought them endless terror was now like a pig waiting to be slaughtered in Gao Jun's hands.

"Oh, the shameless nerve of him! Are you trying to get even?" Miao Hui was driven mad with anger upon hearing this, and even Gao Jun felt that Qi Miao's words were incredibly thoughtless.

Li Zhi planned to drag a "military talent" like her into the folded space to serve as "hard labor." Since she could manage Doomsday City so well, she would surely be able to build a second and a third "Doomsday City."

At this moment, everyone looked at Lin Fei as if looking at a god. This was a terrifying man who could summon a divine dragon with a single word.

Yet, there were also many discordant voices, believing that the military, which controlled the satellite-based superpower weapons, would gradually evolve into a dictatorship, ultimately using it to coerce the nations of Earth, forcibly dissolve national systems, and impose their rule over the entire planet.