Chapter Seventy-Two: The Grand Demon-Slaying Array

Upstairs.

Lan Shanlai looked at the young girl brought by the Dragon Head, gently caressing her trembling face, regretting how ordinary her features were. Unfortunately, she had no time to be choosy.

Her lips curved slightly as she pressed her index finger to the girl's brow, preparing to seize her body when her soul was suddenly torn by an imperceptible force.

Her expression instantly darkened as she followed the trail and discovered a mark in the corner of her own soul.

Jiang Wangshu, that sly fox, dared to scheme against her.

Hearing this explanation, I found it somewhat reasonable. Though almost entirely based on speculation, isn't this the time for guesses?

Yi knelt on one knee, breathing slightly ragged, striving to keep calm. One hand pressed against his wounded arm, the other pressed to the floor, faint gray light emanating from his palm.

Reno acted with effortless familiarity, as if he had done this a million times before, slipping into a transcendental state in an instant.

At the moment of death, what flashed through his mind was not his mother nor his wife and children, but the Yun family: she refused to agree to the Third Master's good intentions, and told him that today he would die.

Rust fell like rain, and after the tremor of my fingers, a deep, solid thudding echoed from behind, hinting at the immense thickness of the door. Whether my knocking could be heard inside, I had no certainty.

“How are you all?” Chen Cao propped the giant bear and the others up against the bed, his gun still trained on those whose minds had been dulled by drugs.

“I know this already, old man, why are you telling me this? Old man! What are you doing?” As Wang Yitian cried out, the Reaper Strategist gripped Wang Yitian’s knife-wielding hand and drove his own chest forcefully onto the blade.

“Xichuan? That’s not near here, is it? Clearly, we can’t count on you to protect the family. As for the nation, I’m sure you understand—the country isn’t what it once was!” My words came out sharper than I meant, and even I found myself unpleasant.

As dusk fell, the air turned chill. Even in spring, a bitter cold could not be held at bay.

I ignored the Super Saiyan and nervously drew my pistol, aiming at the narrow gap.

These locally made Android smartphones usually start losing battery power after a year or two; often, it shows a full charge, but after a single round of Honor of Kings, it’ll shut off completely.

Lian Changkong nodded lightly and instantly transformed into a streak of light, flying toward the Law Enforcement Hall on Dao Peak. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from sight.

Below the hall, a corpse lay curled up, icy cold, with a gaping wound in its head; red and white matter scattered everywhere, clear evidence of unspeakable torture before death.

This was all to create the best possible competitive environment for the incoming LPL teams and players, letting them focus solely on competition without wasting energy on anything else.

Absorber touched his chest, where the spiral cone formed from a metal shard had lodged halfway in.

The elder floating midair looked down at Song Zhenyuan and sighed, “In the end, you failed to fulfill my instructions, turning from tomb guardians into grave robbers.”

Sean returned to his own timeline. After surviving the tumultuous ordeal of the Phoenix Force, all he wanted was to throw himself onto his bed and sleep until the world faded away.

While the two conversed, another group of their men were struck down and killed behind them.

With the old crone present, he finally felt at ease. Her fearsome reputation, especially for turning the living into puppets, terrified all who heard. Numerous factions had tried to kill her, but she always escaped.