“I am here.”

The half-dragon transformation lingered only briefly on Ji Ningzhao. By the time she returned to her lodging, the golden hue in her eyes and the scales on her neck had vanished completely. Though the bleeding had stopped, she still felt hazy and light-headed.

Ying Chongyun wrung out a damp towel and gently wiped the cold sweat from her face. Ji Ningzhao could sense Ying Chongyun’s careful movements, but all her strength was focused on resisting the remnants of the emotional tribulation that lingered in her heart.

Zhou Nanhai and Xu Kui exchanged glances, tumultuous waves churning within them as their minds raced with flashes of strategy and countermeasures. Only Su He knew that Alt had finally stepped out from the shadow of Arslit’s demise.

Had there been anyone else in the dormitory at this moment, they would have witnessed her talking to herself like a soul split in two—one resigned to fate, the other apologizing.

Su Heng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his black robes billowing in the autumn wind. He waited quietly atop a dark stone on the mountain summit.

Luo Xingyun, hearing all this, seemed to grasp the gist of it, though not entirely. Still, he didn’t ask further. His curiosity now turned to the contents of the bundle. Was it more than one fiend beast? Could it be like at Yekem’s place, possessing several fiend beasts?

His body had fallen into a state of hypothermic verification, not even warm enough to melt the ice crystals settling on his shoulders.

“Master, I suggest we walk. Otherwise, the engine noise might attract zombies,” Pei Yan advised after careful consideration.

Tang Shiyong shot him a glare, unconcerned whether the darkness made it visible. She tried to skirt around Song Muming, but he blocked her way. Turning to go the other route, Song Muming followed again.

People clearly believed that a distance of three to five hundred meters was safe. Even if robbers emerged, they’d have ample space to escape.

Seeing Tang Fei’s solemn expression, Gu Lan was suddenly moved, sighing softly before she spoke.

Zhang Hongyan spoke thus because Guo Yi had said, “If you stand firm, this Japanese man will back down; if you show weakness, he’ll press harder. If you want Hirota to really lose his temper, you must act meekly!” Zhang Hongyan agreed wholeheartedly.

Zhu Ziyun, thinking about how deserted this place was—not just devoid of players, but likely lacking a single normal NPC—realized that Liu Yunfei had become Huang Qian’s sole support, and it was inevitable sparks of love might fly between them. The more she thought about it, the more jealous she felt, pinching the soft flesh on Liu Yunfei’s back fiercely.

“Nothing,” Shangguan Lingyou closed her eyes, struggling to control her emotions, lazily reclining in the soft chair.

Buried Dragon stood suspended in the void, revealing his true form at once, fixing a fierce gaze on Tang Fei, his heart also engulfed by a raging storm.

“Who are you?” Lan Aoyi, frustrated ever since seeing Shangguan Lingyou today—especially after hearing her sister’s words—had gone out for a walk to clear his mind. As he was about to head home, ten masked figures in black jumped out at the corner.

“I never asked you to save me. If it comes to it, just fetch that old man and the middle-aged one and have them kill me.” Wiping away the remaining cold sweat from his forehead, Jiang Chen waved his hand dismissively.

But right now, the most urgent matter was how to deal with the fishman captain who kept flashing him a mocking grin. Do fishmen smile? Lu Lin assures you: they do. The fishman captain before him was currently staring at him with undisguised ridicule.

Thus, every few days, Zeng Hao would give Black Tiger a Qi Refining Pill, and in time, Black Tiger slowly came to accept him.

Countless immortals and gods were reduced to dust, perishing under the annihilating aura. This palm strike was terrifying—so powerful that even the Five Sovereigns retreated, unwilling to contend with it. The immortals and gods beneath the Five Sovereigns stood no chance against its might, shattered and dissipated into nothingness.

As long as Feitian showed any sign of betraying the Northern Yin Dynasty during negotiations, these death squad assassins would surely strike. Then, the Underworld would spread a rumor—“The Nine Nether Kingdom is ruthless and unjust, openly assassinating those who come for peace talks.”