Volume One, Chapter 49: It's Over! All Is Lost!

FBI Special Agent Lachine not causing them trouble was already a blessing, let alone applying for a federal search warrant.

Indeed, it was the core of the Ghost Banyan Tree; this thing was the Elixir of Immortality, but it was three days short, so it was rendered useless.

Just as Ye Qing was about to use every card up his sleeve to fight Li Kunjie to the death, he suddenly heard a voice filled with astonishment.

Though both sides were unwilling to yield, since they were in the shop, they had no choice but to sit down and talk properly.

Su Xiao also gazed at the stage, his brows unknowingly furrowing. At a glance, the duel on the stage seemed evenly matched, but in truth, Qingshui was already completely suppressed by Zong You, barely managing to defend himself without the slightest chance to counterattack.

Su Jingyi conjured a sharp sword out of thin air and swung it, sending out a blast of sword energy that blew an entire mountain peak away.

This was already the most suitable strategy he could think of, with no other way to balance all sides.

A chill crept down Jiang Ningyu’s back. She couldn’t shake the feeling that these bugs would flap their wings and bite her at any moment. Her fear of insects drove her to grab her room card and hurry out to knock on the door next door.

Jin Xiangyu added, “But you said it yourself, these two children are the late Lord Yang’s orphans. I’ve heard about this, too.”

Zhang Lianjie shook his head, indicating he knew nothing. Lin Yan, standing beside him, also shook her head in response to Fu Long’s questioning gaze.

Phew, finally managed to get rid of those two burdens. Watching as the dormitory door closed, Zhao Ziyi let out a long sigh of relief and, exhausted, collapsed onto the sofa.

“Will the platform be finished by tomorrow?” Li Lan asked uncertainly, watching the busy soldiers.

Liu Xiang and Zhang Sike weren’t worried about the Northwest’s suggestion to open the Sichuan-Tibet passage, nor did they fear the Northwest would turn against Sichuan Province. If the Northwest truly intended to attack Sichuan, they wouldn’t ignore the convenient Gannan–Northern Sichuan route in favor of taking the roundabout way through Tibet.

“You’re deliberately not letting me rack up assists, aren’t you?” Ace said to Dwight Howard as they fell back at halftime.

At last, he had gathered all the people in his plan. He’d already told his family he’d be taking a few people straight to the National Security Bureau’s secret base.

Yesterday’s awkwardness had vanished, and Zhao Ziyi was now fulfilling her duties as an agent perfectly, arranging everything that needed arranging.

Then, under the stunned gazes of everyone present, the body of the playing card man K slowly collapsed. With a heavy thud, the body dissolved into a single playing card.

Seeing this, the big man’s subordinates could only resign themselves, moving aside the obstacles blocking the road and reluctantly getting into their vehicles to lead Lin Chen and the others.

When it came to squad or platoon formations, the Japanese army outnumbered the People’s Army by fifteen men per unit, so their firepower was a bit stronger. But at the battalion or regimental level, the Japanese battalion had 1,100 men, almost equivalent to two People’s Army battalions, making their firepower incomparable.

“Not bad, not bad! It seems Ranran is quite gifted with languages!” Cheng Ze praised her happily.

More importantly, sword-flight rendered every security camera utterly useless.

At that moment, I couldn’t help but look around, and by then, the Ghost Lord had already begun to act.

Just as Gao Feng announced something had happened, Li Kun and I were already running toward the van. Li Kun took the driver’s seat, and I sat in the passenger’s seat.

He remembered the item description and wrote “no requirements.” Initially, he wanted to use the company’s temporary office as the contact address, but since he rarely went there, he decided to leave his home address instead.

Instantly, a strong medicinal aroma filled the room. Seeing the pills inside, a look of astonishment flashed in Liu Xiyue’s eyes.

“Ye Xingchen, do you think this gold looks good on me?” Lin Miaomiao excitedly turned her head to ask.

In truth, it was only because the demons hadn’t gained much experience yet that Wan Wuyou dared to be so reckless.

At that moment, everyone’s hearts were beating like drums, pounding wildly.

Upon returning to the student council, the Necromancy Department members were taken separately to interrogation rooms for preliminary questioning. Russell was in charge of interrogating Carter and Helsen.

He genuinely revered and admired Shen Guang. Old Wisteria endured humiliation and bore the oppression of the main Wisteria family, but never gave up. He trained his swordsmanship diligently, becoming a true son of Yamato spirit, and led everyone to carve out a path of survival in the apocalypse.

Then he was frozen into a block of ice, crashing straight through Korean Air’s skyscraper. The sixty-story building was split in two with a thunderous crash, a testament to the “weight” of the ultimate soldier.

In the vast emptiness, Ye Zhiqiu wandered alone like an ascetic, seeing neither predecessors ahead nor successors behind.

Wang Bingjian and Mao Pijiang hesitated for a moment before obeying Fang Yuan's order and leaving the council chamber. Once they departed, only Fang Yuan, Xi Benzhen, Gao Hongtu, and the guards Hu Qi and the Embroidered Uniform Guards remained.

“Thank you, Yunfei.” Jiang Rou loved these words. The two of them walked side by side, chatting as they headed off to accept a new mission.

Nadek led his men in carefully surveying the surroundings, finding no sign of fierce battle.

He raised his bow to retaliate, only to be met by a powerful bomb flying straight at him.

He was the born King of the Mermaids; in his hands, the Mermaid’s Tear wielded boundless power, sweeping away all opposition.

The first exchange unleashed such ferocity that it was clear both Su Lingxuan and Ximen Hao had summoned all their might at the outset.

From bronze armor to gold, the warriors were fully equipped, each piece fitting perfectly and protecting every part of the body, their imposing aura unmistakable.

“The Land of Qingqiu?” The Four-Eyed Sage, a native saint of the Azure Cloud Realm, had never heard of Qingqiu’s fame, assuming it to be just another ordinary sect.

Yet that most important person had become a cold corpse in his arms. Ye Huan wondered, on the Day of Judgment, what could he possibly save? If he could not even protect those beside him, how could he hope to save his era?