Chapter 161: The Source of the Insect Plague

Under the precise tactical command of Bai Yuening and the wholehearted cooperation of the Ice Rock tribesmen, the ice-devouring monsters outside the barrier were temporarily held at bay.

The speed at which they gnawed at the spiritual veins noticeably slowed down, easing the tribe's perilous situation.

However, the swarm did not retreat. They continued to circle the settlement, constantly searching for weak points in the barrier while emitting an irritating, subtle gnawing sound.

Clearly, until the root cause was resolved, the crisis facing the tribe was far from over.

Rock Gravel Tribe

Ruoli sat at the head of the bed, tightly wrapped in a cloud-like quilt. Her hands inside the quilt clutched a warming flask, and dozens of blue frost pearls were placed all around her, yet she was still shivering all over, her slightly purplish lips trembling faintly.

This would ensure the continued operation of the sugar industry. With nearly the entire population of Southern Commandery taking up arms, at best it would guarantee that grain production did not completely fail, but handicrafts would inevitably be affected, and Shu Commandery might instead replace it to become the nation's sugar production center.

West Jue realized something was amiss, and a deep, chilling gaze swept across him. West Jue immediately shut his mouth and put on an expression of nonchalance, though in his heart he was smiling like a fool.

That cloak, bestowed by the three great empires, appeared tangible, but it was actually a special barrier formed by the overlap of multiple spatial folds. For external physical damage to penetrate the cloak required several minutes of lingering time—more than enough time for Hela to escape easily.

"Jinglan is too stupid, Jinglan deserves to die! I will apply the medicine for you right away." Jinglan removed Ji Zili's outer garments, tore open the sleeves, and taking the medicine Ji Zili had told her about, sprinkled it bit by bit onto her blackened and purplish wounds.

A pair of bright starry eyes drooped slightly, and her slender eyelashes cast a shadow under the candlelight. Unconsciously, his hand came to rest upon Ruoli's face.

When Rong Ci called out that name, she felt as though her tongue were burning hot, and the words that tumbled out were trembling.

Of course, there were exceptions. For instance, it would be fine if Li Ye wanted to rape some Pandora; using his own power to suppress the other party's energy and seal the flow of their energy, raping would be quite normal.

"Lier, I have neglected you these past few days." Mo Yu Jingchen looked at Ji Zili with a hint of guilt in his eyes. Knowing that her imagination would run wild, he had Han Feng tidy him up the moment he woke up and hurried over.

Rubbing his dizzy head, Su Yu struggled out from the soft flesh, pulling Xeladani along with him along the way.

Wanting to enter the world without destroying it, Jiyuan had to control his power with exquisite precision—not a fraction more, not a fraction less.

Just as the man turned his head to question him, Suanyan threw another punch straight at the man's neck, and the man instantly followed in Li Xiaomo's footsteps.

Wu Zheng walked unhurriedly from between the two groups of people, strolling as leisurely as if he were taking a walk in a quiet pavilion.

Manager Wu began to calculate, basing the figures on the finest timber, paint, and craftsmanship requested by the guest.

"Very well, let us return to the matter at hand. Junior Brother, please speak of whatever is on your mind." Hua Zhongguo stopped Old Bai and said to Su Yu.

While he was away, someone regularly delivered meals to Shen Jiunian, yet it was as if her role as a prisoner was tacitly accepted, and Shen Jiunian was never allowed to go outside.

"Knowing the Art of Beast Control, could it be that you are not a native of Earth?" Songxia Wuntong asked with a face full of astonishment.

"Even with just a wisp of residual soul, dealing with a mere Qi Condensation realm cultivator is quite easy for me," a deep voice coldly snorted, sounding as though it were about to make a move.

"Of course I know what I am doing in my heart. But if I did not know, how would Your Highness the Crown Prince fare once again?" Emperor Li Er said in a cold voice.

Old Eight and Mai Linglong received the mission noticeably later than Zhaogong, but the massive influx of information that followed caught them almost completely off guard.

Amidst these sounds were the crisp noise of a long sword being drawn from its scabbard and the rustle of fluttering garments.

"What is it?" Chu Yunduan asked suspiciously, noticing that Ye Fei's expression was simply one of pure astonishment and should not indicate any trouble encountered.