Chapter 76: A Bitter Struggle

The crimson-robed demon cultivator’s body crashed heavily into the pile of jagged rocks, sending up a cloud of dust. The chaotic energy unleashed by the altar’s collapse had wounded him severely; black blood seeped from his seven orifices, tracing hideous lines across his ghastly pale face.

And yet, he was still not dead.

The vitality of a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator was truly terrifying.

He struggled to prop himself up, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Bai Yueyin and her two companions as they prepared to withdraw.

“Trying to leave? Leave your lives behind!”

Earlier that morning, he had resolutely refused the man’s kindness, even berating him harshly. Yet by afternoon, here he was, shamelessly seeking him out.

On the rosewood dining table, the various dishes—each boasting exquisite color, aroma, and flavor—had already been picked over in round after round by the family and were nearly gone. Ye Wei gently pushed open the front door; it was already eleven o’clock, and by this hour, his parents and younger brother should have been asleep.

Lu Ling turned his gaze toward An Ruo, asking her earnestly. Perhaps, for humans, it was a bit late, though for himself, such matters held no meaning.

With a wave of his palm toward Xiu Yan, the fissure slowly began to close. Xiu Yan, coming back to his senses, glanced at the rift and instantly erupted with the terrifying pressure of a deity, retreating dozens of steps.

The sun wasn’t rising in the west today—so why did everything feel so strange? Strange indeed, a most peculiar affair.

“And you are?” Unsurprisingly, her imperial father merely frowned, unable to recall who she was.

Righteousness—so often a mere word, a title invoked out of convenience. Yet even in the mythic wilderness, where the strong gathered like clouds, it retained its use.

The wind continued to blow, carrying with it the occasional pear blossom that drifted down to rest upon Xu Liyin’s jet-black hair, her fair neck, and the crimson wedding dress she wore.

“How did the task of secretly planting informants in the city go?” Rubbing his brow, Liu Xie shifted to another inquiry.

Upon learning the other was with the navy, even the last shred of hope was extinguished. The body exploded once more, transforming into countless bats that scattered in all directions.

Zheng Shi, seeing her speak thus, could not press the matter further, and simply kept her to stay for lunch.

“Who else just now was watching us?” Qing Lin’s presence exuded chilling cold, his voice as biting as a winter wind, as piercing as an ice awl.

You Ruo, as if hearing something, slowly approached the deep ravine. Just as she leaned over to look down, some enormous creature shot out at breathtaking speed. Before she could react, she was dragged under.

Shaking her head with force, Yun Qian resolved to remain truly alive, to hold to her original nature. Otherwise, one day, she would be utterly consumed.

So many tourists filled the live broadcast room, yet all remained silent. Xie Tian’ai held her phone, quietly listening to the host’s narration.

But when Wang Hao insisted on his decision, the clan chief could only yield in resignation. Every action Wang Hao had taken seemed impossible at first glance, yet each outcome ultimately proved him right.

Such innate abilities, the moment they manifested in him, he wielded them with effortless mastery. And unlike the Sharingan, these required no mental effort to advance, making things vastly more convenient.

“Ding! Free tip: Last night at the Orange Terrace Original Good Voice live event, the host activated two side missions.”

“Let’s go have a look at that mountain.” Ling Xiaozi gazed toward the tallest peak, unable to shake the odd feeling that something was amiss.

The old emperor’s illness had worsened again. He knelt, shrouded in a black bamboo hat, at the bedside, with all the ministers present as well.

Not only could he take control of the Qianyun Sect, but three supreme treasures were nearly in his grasp. Watching Sha Taisui’s formidable power and mysterious nature, Helian Mu’s eyes welled with barely concealed greed.

Shang Yin led them to the refectory. Upon learning Gan Qingsi had rushed over from Xiyue, he immediately ordered a lavish meal to be prepared.

It was the combination of these two factors that made the projectile so fearsome. If two shots of a fourth-level spell could annihilate a village, now a single missile would suffice. It was truly an apocalyptic weapon.