Volume 1, Chapter 59: Breaking the Formation

After a long silence.

"Thank you for what happened last night, Mo Chenlan."

Mo Chenlan gave an indifferent acknowledgment. Zhaoyan looked around; this was also a cave, but different from the one last night.

"Prepare the incendiary bombs. We must now ready ourselves to eradicate those eggs." After thinking for a while, Mr. Stone Chamber finally decided to have the remaining members of the Lightning Team sortie out in fighter jets equipped with incendiary bombs, while the Hercules Team carried fire-extinguishing bombs to prevent the fire from spreading—after all, those silk threads were highly flammable and existed in massive quantities.

The present-day Tycoon Cai only remembered the smooth and convenient user experience from back then; as for the fees, they were just a drop in the bucket! Anyway, non-human races were so numerous they could hardly be wiped out; whenever supplies ran low, he could just go out on a raid and refuel.

Compared to the troop formations controlled by fierce military generals through their personal might or prestige, this kind of power manifested primarily through communication.

The outward manifestation was that the Han aristocratic families deeply looked down upon these nomads, yet to a certain extent, they still regarded the nomadic nobility as equals—albeit the absolute lowest tier among equals.

"It's my fault, it's my fault for clinging to Brother Zhexixi's tenderness even though I already have a boyfriend. It's my fault, a commoner like me shouldn't have provoked them. It's my fault for not cherishing the good friends by my side. It's me! It's all my fault!" she cried bitterly while shouting.

"Hold on!" A voice reached them via divine sense transmission. A streak of black lightning darted in from outside the island, and Dian Feng, dressed entirely in black, rapidly approached through a void leap.

Meanwhile, the Silver-Armored Corpse close at hand roared, struggling to resist this immense engulfing force. Yet, under the continuous bursts of power, it still found it hard to break free. Struggling, it moved closer and closer to the Blood Skull, on the verge of being similarly devoured and shredded to pieces.

At this moment, Zhang Ping instructed the two men beside him to drag away the bodyguard lying in a pool of blood. A moment later, several other people came in and cleaned up the scene meticulously, as if nothing had happened at all.

In the end, I gave Ye Rong's phone number to Xiong Da. Upon receiving it, Xiong Da no longer mentioned needing any help from me, though during the meal he told me that if I ever needed assistance in the future, I could come straight to him.

"It's fine. The Layton R30 explosive mines should be able to hold off this batch of monsters." Misaki Yuki was not in a rush; after all, humanity had not yet reached the point of despair. These were merely a few hundred monsters, and the Earth was protected by Ultraman, after all.

Hearing this, Lu Ping also became alert. His whole body grew uncomfortable, as if a pair of eyes were prying into him.

For pirates, the pirate flag alone was something absolutely never allowed to be broken! This was the conviction of true men.

Wang Xingxin, who was currently applying a cold compress to his eyes, suddenly heard Wang Da report that the Duke of Yi and the Duke of Lu were arriving. Panicked, Wang Xingxin had Pepper take away the eggs and bolted outside.

Here, he could not sense the existence of his avatars, nor could he perceive any aura from the outside world. It was as if everything had excluded him, and he no longer existed between heaven and earth.

Although he knew they practiced immortal arts, seeing it happen so suddenly still felt deeply shocking. Yet, upon careful sensing, he felt that breaking through it wouldn't be too difficult.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, people loved to write poems and verses on lanterns, then have others guess the riddles behind them. Celebrated scholars vied with one another to compose riddles, thus making it an essential game of the Lantern Festival.

Seeing the spot pointed out by Cheng Yaojin, Wang Xingxin was overjoyed. Right there stood a large pillar; he placed his cushion down and leaned his body against the pillar, feeling extremely comfortable. Surrounded by uncles in their forties and grandfathers with white beards, Wang Xingxin shrank his head, narrowed his eyes, and completely ignored the noise around him.