Chapter Forty: The Divine Beast Zhu Jian!

The sea-blue envelope shimmered with a faint, starlit glow, reminiscent of a sapphire. Its craftsmanship was exquisite, truly a work of art; had it not been for the message left behind by his predecessor, Godwin, Miyazaki Ying would have already torn it open to take a look.

Within a few words, the corpse with an arrow in its head had been thoroughly looted, while the orc body slain by Li Wei remained untouched.

As the firelight reflected in their pupils, an aged voice suddenly resonated in the ears of everyone in the raid party.

With the brown-robed forces retreating, the pressure on Gandalf and the dwarves increased significantly, though they were still managing to hold their own.

The name "Xin Sheng" was quite a mouthful for the ancient Greeks; Nadia struggled a bit to get her tongue around it.

After explaining "Wind-Xun: Still Void" to Zhanchi, Dulong did not hesitate to unleash "Wind-Xun: Ten Thousand Swords Piercing the Heart," intending to take Zhanchi down in a single blow.

"The son of a company boss? He must be pretty wealthy then, right!?" a classmate asked hurriedly, gossiping.

The rest of the group, having heard the words "Black Dragon" from Li Bing's phone call, all wore expressions of terror, save for Zhao Feng, who looked perplexed.

After releasing true energy to erode and assimilate the barrier, Zuyue seized partial control of it, opened a hole to step through, and then restored the barrier.

On this side, the forces of Qian Qianzong and Liu Heita were locked in a fierce and chaotic battle, the air thick with smoke and fire.

Within mere minutes, the sound of "crack, crack" emanated continuously from the person beneath Lin Canghai.

"Why are you so worked up? I was just speaking hypothetically!" Zhao Ziwei said, blushing with dissatisfaction.

Zhu Junzi nodded, feeling embarrassed. At this moment, blissful moans continued to drift from the room, making her shiver; the memory of her own passionate night flashed through her mind, causing her face to flush and her heart to race. Yet, it was awkward for her to ask Lin Canghai what was going on.

The ferocious momentum was such that the spectators below felt as if it were about to crash into their own faces, and they leaned back in unison.

Seeing Liu Yang and his group, the leader, Mo Bizhu, walked directly toward them and proposed that they join forces.

The captain explained on Bea's behalf: "A thug tried to sneak up and shoot us, but luckily Bea spotted him. She took care of the thug, otherwise, one of us would be the one on the ground."

During the clash, Lin Rui dodged a blade, raised his hand to deliver a punch with nearly all his strength, used his other hand to rip off the opponent's mask, and slammed his fist into the man's chest, forcing him to stumble back repeatedly.

Upon seeing Lin Canghai confirm, Han Ying waved him away. When Lin Canghai saw the gesture, he ran back to his room as if fleeing for his life.

I continued walking forward, while my junior brother spent the whole journey trying to persuade me. The gist of it was: "Senior Brother, don't dwell on these things too much; we should just do what we are supposed to do." I have to admit, it made sense. Yet, there was always a strange undercurrent to those words.

Of course, although the success rate had increased, not everyone could accept the activation; one had to pass layers of testing beforehand, and only those with the most optimal physiques were given the chance.

Seeing this, people finally concluded that "Big Mouth" was truly just writing a daily diary, likely popping in every few days to jot down a few sentences.

His eyes, once filled with wisdom, had become dull and vacant. The confident, wicked smirk he often wore had transformed into a muddled, foolish grin, bearing no resemblance to his once high-spirited and ambitious self.

Even at night, the place remained brightly lit, misted with ethereal energy, hazy and dreamlike—a divine realm in the truest sense.

Kuafu pondered in secret; although he did not know if the Great Magi had a habit of accumulating merit, according to his deductions, as long as the Human Teachings did not perish, her share of merit should still exist. In that case, it would be difficult for him to refine her, at least not until he became a Saint.

Lao Zuohong was a bit more forthright, putting everything on the table. Regardless of whether people were optimistic or not, he gave them great freedom to choose whether to stay or go.

Leaving aside the matter of Ye Zusheng and the Xue family, the attitude Sun Chen held toward him was a privilege that certainly not just anyone could enjoy.

Cui Siyu was conflicted. She snuck a glance at Ning Feng, then sank back into her indecision.

"Old Man Fang, Old Man Xiao, will you hear me out?" Elder Yun spoke from the stage.

The one calling it a "vicious dog" repeatedly had truly infuriated the Heavenly Dog, who wished to tear his mouth apart.

"You! You are unqualified!" Gu Jianzhong slammed a cardboard box down and said with a curl of his lip, "Yours is a seven-colored ball too. Do you know Tong Yun? I already sent her back to raise money for the raw material losses. What about you? Still haven't learned your lesson? Are you that rich?"

In that fleeting moment of spasm, the two bodies, previously pressed together, suddenly drew even closer, their delicate noses brushing against each other.

If a person living in a big city were to occasionally visit these deep, wild mountains, starting a fire in this manner would be quite difficult, as those who venture into such wilderness generally carry fire-starting tools, along with portable stoves and other convenient gear for outdoor travel.

Kuroki Hiroto was startled; he had been watching Tu Shu and hadn't noticed Boris's movements. He hadn't expected the man to be able to reignite his fighting spirit after such a devastating blow.

"Ray, what happened?" After closing the door and leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, Black asked Ray in a calm voice.

"What did they ask?" Upon hearing that the two American fighter jets had questioned them, Suchat asked hurriedly.

Intuition told him that if he wanted to untangle the confusion in his heart, this lock of hair was the most crucial key.

At first glance, the object looked like a block of pitch-black square iron, dark and glossy, its purpose unknown.