Volume One, Chapter 103: Crisis on All Sides

Murong Yunyi took a deep breath, his eyes burning like torches as he quickly caught sight of that weak spot.

Wang Zimo held down the pot lid as the hairy crab inside struggled desperately, drumming against the lid with its large claws. Lin Baimei jumped down and began chanting over the lid.

And as for Mr. Finnis, the captain of this incomparably luxurious ship, the *Victoria*, I was certain he was not nearly as simple as I had imagined.

This extra space was entirely unnecessary for the Chinese drivers; moreover, it would make the vehicle's profile too high, making it easy for the enemy to spot.

Upon hearing Madame Red's words, Captain Finnis grew so tense that he was momentarily tongue-tied, utterly at a loss for how to respond.

The *Caitlyn* indeed looked as clean and tidy as a passenger liner now, but once they reached Asiri, it would lose its pristine appearance.

Bathing in the sunlight, Lin Baimei walked over, her pure white bath towel draped over her shoulders like the feathers of an angel. She began to play a widely known melody, "The Beautiful Thing."

For Yuncheng was equally vital to the Japanese invaders. For their troops, who relied heavily on railways and highways, Yuncheng served as the staging ground for their offensive against the Zhongtiao Mountains, as well as the base from which they could seize the iron and copper ores they so desperately needed.

Meanwhile, Xin Yu returned to the hotel and opened her suitcase to search for something. After rummaging through it for quite a while, she finally pulled out a packet of hotpot soup base.

Dangkang first extended one of his hooves, but finding the two digits on it insufficient, he stood up on his hind legs like a human and held out both of his front hooves.

I did not know whether being one of the twelve representatives had made her so carried away that she was walking on air, or if she was simply this obnoxious and ill-mannered by nature.

As night fell, Yanjing seemed to cast off its daytime veils, revealing its most magnificent and dazzling side to the world.

Dark clouds hung heavy in the sky, like layers of thick curtains draping down from the heavens. The stifling atmosphere was so oppressive that it gave rise to the illusion that the end of the world was nigh.

Changing his previous demeanor, Li Huanyan walked alongside Dao Mu. Tong Jie did not hesitate either; after landing with A-Meng, she quickened her pace to catch up, walking abreast with Dao Mu and Li Huanyan.

Yet the deep, unmistakable amusement dancing in the corners of their eyes and brows—tsk tsk, even a blind man could have seen it.

In Yun Xiao's eyes, space within this sector of the galaxy was distorted to the absolute extreme, so much so that even the laws of cosmic space exerted negligible influence here.

Kalistman unrolled a glowing map of the cultivators' world before Lin Luoyu. Tiny, bright specks of light drifted across the scroll, gradually dimming as the map was fully unfurled. In that moment, a vast and magnificent landscape unfolded before Lin Luoyu's eyes.

Just then, the braying of camels echoed from outside the courtyard. Amidst the howling wind and sand, the faint, clamorous sound of human voices drifted in.

Spiritual energy gathered at this spot. High in the sky, eighty-one pale green torrents of spiritual energy converged, cascading downward like a massive waterfall. Within a hundred miles, the entire region was enveloped in this pale green mist. Yet, beneath the faint, sweet fragrance lay a dense, ominous aura of malevolence.

Amidst the cheers, urging voices, and the applause echoing through the hall, Lin Yujing first turned her head to look at Jiang Che.

Zhang Jun was now a hero in the eyes of most of them. Judging by the two world-renowned battles fought since the formation of the Firearms Division, he was simply incredibly formidable. Whenever they went out now and showed the emblem of the Firearms Division, soldiers from other armies would look at them with sheer envy.

Neither pleas nor threats could sway Li Duo's resolve. In a mere ten minutes, nothing remained but pools of dark, crimson blood.