Chapter 38: Unveiling Her Secret

The hammer crashed into the floor, leaving a deep pit. Before the dwarf warrior could even register his surprise, he let out a miserable scream as Li Ling’s Sword of the Evil King sent him flying.

“Sometimes, beasts that feed on raw flesh and blood are perhaps far better than humans…” Jia Yan didn’t spare a glance at the skeletal remains of the researcher who’d long since been picked clean below. His eyes swept toward the distance, then refocused on a spot several kilometers away.

By nightfall, the battlefield was already cleared. Thanks to the withered sentinels absorbing most of the damage, not a single soldier in Caesar’s army had died, and the wounded received timely treatment. A period of rest was all they needed before returning to the fray.

Sang Zhi gazed at the photograph, so strikingly similar to the one etched in her memory, and tears blurred her vision.

Everyone present knew Xiang Nantian was there, but his presence didn’t mean the Heavenly Terrace Sect was truly represented. Among the countless armies of the holy halls, Xiang Nantian had brought only a handful of disciples and a few elders from his sect.

What’s more, Yang Fan could now speak in full sentences—something that had been utterly unimaginable before.

They had no choice but to dispatch some dragons in an attempt to infiltrate the Dragon Palace and uncover its secrets.

On the once-vast plain, a fissure had appeared—sheer and precipitous. Gazing down, one saw endless mist spreading beneath, seemingly bottomless. Here, too, lingered the pure aura of a divine beast.

“So, tonight, he’s already determined you hold no valuable information. Wu Zui, that fellow, certainly won’t show himself—he’s already confirmed from Long Ping’an that you have no way of finding him,” Yang Tianlie scratched the back of his head, fearing that finding Wu Zui would only become more difficult.

At Shui Qiudie’s command, the dozens of martial artists accompanying him darted forward, launching their assault on Lin Bai.

“What should I do then?” Mu En could sense that if he stopped absorbing spiritual energy now, everything the ring had gathered would be expelled and things would revert to their original state.

Pressed tightly together, the lingering scent of red wine on their bodies only heightened their nerves.

But after taking a few more steps closer, a cold shiver shot up his spine—this was no corpse, but a human form made from countless swarming insects, tightly packed together.

Zong Ze finished speaking and hurried off with Zi Yan toward the back mountain. At the thought of returning home, he too felt a growing anticipation.

Behind them, the white-robed figures followed in an instant—so many that their numbers couldn’t be counted. Before we could catch our breath, they formed a tight circle, surrounding us with predatory vigilance.

For instance, he had entered the Dragon God’s Secret Realm to prevent Long San, whose soul was tainted by evil spirits, from obtaining the Dragon God’s legacy. Yet in the end, he tamed the second-generation Dragon God as a spirit beast, causing the secret realm to collapse—and it was only then that the dragons declared they would cease protecting the Azure Dragon Kingdom.

The ordinary folk saw sincerity in Yang Yun’s eyes. The elderly man leading them said, “Commander Yang, you’re far too modest with your words.”

No one could have anticipated that in the second round of attacks, Murphy would have to fend off assaults from three different directions at once.

The environment here was indeed terrifying, but possessing dark energy, Mu En could confirm that apart from the darkness itself, not a trace of dark energy lingered in this place.

“Yes,” Vivian replied crisply, knowing this was not the time for words. She swiftly extended her hand, and with a flash of light, a golden scroll appeared in his grasp.

Thinking of Ethan’s miraculous ability to improve the quality of scrap metal on the floating island, Kainos immediately understood.

The crystal wall was barely as thick as a finger, and in an instant, Yan had already passed into that other world.

Buds had begun to sprout on the branches, and in the eyes of internet users, Ye Zhi had finally kept a low profile for a time—at least since the New Year, he hadn’t dominated the headlines. Compared to before, he was relatively subdued.

Defamation is far more serious than infringing upon someone’s reputation—the latter might result only in compensation and a public apology, a tactic commonly used by celebrities these days to deter others.

“Carry the glory of our forefathers! Protect wives and children! Carry the glory of our forefathers! Protect wives and children!” The chants echoed continuously, shaking the snow from many peaks.

It had been said before: the wind-type magi-cannon had an extremely narrow range of fire, meaning a low margin for error. The artillery operators were all novices with no prior experience, thrust onto the battlefield after a crash course in basic procedures.

Confronted with this bizarre scene, Fang Ming had no choice but to shift his focus elsewhere, trying to distract himself from his inner anxieties.

But since there was no charge for multiple transactions here, Yan didn’t mind making a few more trips.

Truly, it was infuriating—day after day of waiting. Yao Ruixue was reaching the end of her patience with this interminable anticipation.

The surrounding staff were full of praise—Xu Zhichu’s acting was widely recognized. Those who hadn’t worked with her might have thought the accolades were just PR talk, especially since Xu Zhichu’s reputation had plummeted and even her acting was under suspicion. But seeing her on set, they realized how immersive her performance truly was.

After many twists and turns, they finally confirmed one thing: the angel and the whale were right in Madrid, the capital of Spain.

At present, Su Yunjun could think of no one else to turn to for help with these matters—only Chen Jingheng remained.

Is it fair? Barrett had no opinion. No one wants to be the loser, but victory always comes at the price of someone else’s defeat. If possible, forgiveness is sometimes better than bloodshed, for no one wins forever—not even a mage.

“How could I ever hurt you?” Cang Luo’s fingertips gently traced Fu Jiuyin’s brow, his voice brimming with tenderness.

In the darkness, Lin Yuelan’s eyes shone brightly. “Yun’er, you ask such a question—is it because you are Ruo’er?” Then, laughing softly at himself, he shook his head, bemused by his own odd thoughts.

With a crack, the ground in front of the Snow Wolf King split open, and a pitch-black, monstrous arm shot out, tripping the charging wolf and sending it sprawling, howling in pain.

Su Linglong remained silent, yet the man on the throne was not angered. Instead, he smiled coldly—a smile that sent chills down the spine.