Then I am free.

As the blade's radiance pierced into her body, the mermaid's vitality gradually faded, yet her two front paws remained tightly clamped around the giant saber, refusing to let go.

"It's him? How could he help that good-for-nothing? Could Elena have intervened and pulled strings again?" Harry's expression shifted slightly. Dean Merlin possessed a level of influence in Lacaloss comparable to that of the city lord himself; for the Harry family, whose roots did not lie here, it was best to avoid provoking such a figure whenever possible.

The evolvers from the Inca and Maurya Dynasties even formed a circle around the bonfire to dance enthusiastically, drawing evolvers from surrounding factions to come over, watch, and cheer, with some unable to resist actively joining in.

Though the convoy had not stopped all morning, its speed gradually slowed. On one hand, it was increasingly unlikely that the ROC Gang would be able to catch up; on the other hand, the road conditions were worsening steadily, causing even off-road vehicles with exceptional performance to bounce incessantly as they drove.

In an instant, Carlo's sword, driven by the full force of his entire body, came to a dead halt in mid-air, the tip less than a fist's distance from Darius's heart. Yet this mere fist's distance felt to Carlo as vast as a hundred thousand miles, something he could never bridge.

Brother Pao seemed thoroughly dissatisfied with Hua Zhuangxian's constant favoritism toward Liang Chen, and bluntly thrust Hua Zhuangxian's words right back at him.

He could not identify the specific spice from which this fragrance emanated, but he recognized the tea set before him.

When a person becomes so angry that expression fails to convey it, they begin to smile. Feng Wu had reached the verge of eruption, ready at any moment to rush forward and scatter this ugly ghost's soul into nothingness.

Uncle Shao shook his head with a smile on his lips, placing the slip in his hand onto the jade platform in front of the stone pillar. A gentle green glow absorbed the slip, whisking it away to some unknown destination, and a moment later, another item slowly materialized upon the jade.

Ability users who relied on the power of vortexes often fought using body techniques much like newly awakened ones, employing the vortex as an alternative supplementary attack method. Though seemingly imperceptible, its occasional burst of power was astonishingly formidable and utterly unpredictable.

Gritting his teeth, Heiming condensed a Dark Light God-Slaying Bottle once again. Under the massive consumption, his spiritual energy was also nearly depleted. The Dark Light God-Slaying Bottle emerged anew to devour the cyan mysterious thunder. At that moment, Heiming raised an eyebrow and looked into the distance.

On the way back, he encountered an Iron-Pincer Ant, which was easily dispatched by Yi Chuan, rewarding him with an Iron-Pincer Saber, three experience points, and three copper coins.

Meng Qingyi's eyes appeared to be fixed on Madam Lian, yet Madam Lian could clearly sense that gaze passing right through her.

Anyone with eyes could see that Jindong's general trend was spent, but only those with discerning eyes understood *why* Jindong's general trend was spent.

"I was careless..." Rebuking himself inwardly, Yi Chuan wiped the friction-induced blood from his face with one hand, then braced himself with both hands and slowly stood up.

Suddenly, a platform rose from the center of the podium, cutting off the line of sight between the two opposing figures. Standing upon it was a white-robed elder, whom Huoling recognized at a glance as Elder Jia, the very person who had aided his breakthrough amidst the overwhelming pressure.

Even more terrifying was that the two of them had cast aside the baser traits of human nature, leaving no room for mutual suspicion. When launching a joint assault, they yielded not even a single inch of clearance.

"Boom—" The ground beneath the werewolves' feet suddenly rippled like the surface of water, shaking violently. The werewolves lost their balance one after another, unable to stand steady, and tumbled to the ground.

Watching Ziyu sitting obediently in the chair, he speculated on her identity; at this age, exactly which figure from the netherworld could she be?

Yet, he possessed a pair of exceptionally bright eyes; the resilience and dashing decisiveness within them were precisely what set him apart from all those ordinary, faceless men.

A thought suddenly flashed through Feng Lingjiu's mind, recalling what Feng Beichen had previously told her.

The world had finally turned fair for once, no longer making everyone feel as though Song Xinghe were the absolute greatest in the realm.

Rong Xi directly interrupted Fu Rong's words. Just as she poked her head out from the warmth of Ye Shuli's embrace, she was immediately pushed back down by someone.

At that moment, the Emperor still lay quietly upon the dragon bed, though his consciousness was gradually returning. He could faintly hear someone speaking nearby, yet could not make out the words. The fingertips of his hand twitched slightly, and that was all.

"You may withdraw; there is no need to wait upon me." Mu Ling waved her hand slightly. After drying her hair, she lay down, her mind spinning with various thoughts. Though she originally felt no sleepiness, she drifted off into a hazy slumber amidst it all.

Facing the old man's threat, the youth merely lifted his eyelids and retorted without a shred of fear. Anyway, as long as he kept this man's mouth under control and his body healthy, he didn't care what methods were used to deal with him.

Now that only Daniuy had appeared, she naturally remained uneasy, fearing that Qin Feng was lurking in the shadows, waiting to launch a sneak attack the moment her guard was down.

Simultaneously, the calls echoing in her ears abruptly morphed into a piercing, miserable scream, and then Lin Yu lost all consciousness.

"Did I say that? How come I don't remember?" His father resorted to his usual tactic, playing dumb and dragging things out as long as possible.

Between the outpatient building and the comprehensive building of the First People's Hospital lay a large expanse of verdant lawn, bordered by shrubs and dotted with blooming flowers, crisscrossed by winding pavilion pathways where recovering patients frequently strolled and exercised to breathe in the fresh air.

"Only by killing it will this end!" A trace of murderous intent flashed in Uncle Shao's eyes as his grip on the hunting fork tightened instinctively.

"Place of origin?" Captain Feng recorded the suspect's information line by line on the confession sheet, his tone steady and impartial, his attitude upright and unyielding.

Afterward, Wenxin and Xiaoyao Sword exchanged no superfluous words. In this regard, the two of them were alike, both extremely taciturn.

The silver-medal angel Xiao Wushi let out a cold snort, executing a backward bend with both feet nailed to the ground, arching his upper body backward until his upper back pressed flat against the earth, effortlessly dodging Wanyan Xielihu's sweeping saber.