Chapter 133: A Thousand Arrows Let Fly

Now that I am trapped here, escaping is harder than ascending to heaven. There is no such thing as a potion of regret in this world; I can only move forward and make other choices. After a long silence, Qin Yunhao angrily threw the mask onto the ground. "What kind of person is Professor Kang? He tricked the three of us into coming here while he entered from somewhere else. I believe he intends to silence us permanently..."

Wherever the domineering sword edge passed, every enemy was reduced to ashes. All the evil shadows directly in front of Zhan Ping'an vanished into nothingness, not leaving a single trace behind.

This was the first time Xu Chenjun had encountered such a situation, and he felt helpless, not knowing how to comfort Yun'er. For the first time, he hated himself for being so clumsy with his words, having made someone cry while trying to console them.

Sun Qiang stood with his back turned, his heart racing with intense excitement as an indescribably wonderful feeling surged within him. A moment later, the rustling sound of flowing water reached his ears from the corner of the wall.

However, this was not the end. The Flame Lord, having summoned countless fire demons, raised his hands in the air, unleashing a massive surge of flames. Amidst the crimson waves, all the Heavenly Crystal Bull-Ant Knights were violently shaken.

"I knew you would agree, husband. When you let the sisters go back then, it was because you didn't want to erase everyone's individual lives and dreams, wasn't it?" Yue Lan giggled in Mu Hao’s arms.

Throughout the journey, Xina had not spoken much with this group of knights. The atmosphere felt inexplicably strange, primarily due to their peculiar habits.

"That is the house," Susan said, pointing to the building on the far east side as she spoke to Lin Yifeng.

Back when the Youling Tunnel was being constructed, a blasting accident claimed a life at the site. But no one expected that this incident would involve even more people, and certainly no one imagined that a tombstone had been lying quietly on the ridge of the Youling Tunnel for eight years.

"Huh?" The moment they saw the archway, Su Yang, True Monarch Jiulu, and the master strategist Ji Wuqiao all let out exclamations of surprise. A sense of familiarity inexplicably rose in their hearts, as if they had seen it only a short while ago.

If it had been the navy of any other nation, he might not have been so ruthless, but for the Japanese navy, he had no intention of letting them retreat safely.

Time passed for another five or six minutes, and in his daze, Gao Yang heard voices coming from outside the window; both speakers were men.

"Escape?" Xu Zuoyan paused, then realized that Gao Lingyun had been pestering him to prevent him from leaving. Now that he had successfully made it out, was this what was meant by "escape"? So, Ye Kaicheng wasn't refusing to help him, but rather helping him in a different way.

These three Moon-Chasing blades carried no added elemental energy, and due to the haste, he had not even employed the "Moon-Shifting Flower Shadow" hidden weapon skill.

The Japanese colonel in the play looked neither human nor corpse, and it was unclear exactly what he was. To prevent any unforeseen changes, uniting all available forces was a necessary course of action.

"It’s very simple. What does it matter to say these things to a dead person?" Director Yang said. From behind him emerged an old woman with a head of white hair, similar in age to Yang Buren, yet her neck bore a distinct, bloody scar. Her face was deathly pale, and her eyes rolled around wildly.

Yuan Tianfeng gave a cold laugh, then leaped into the air on one foot and threw something toward his surroundings. Moments later, the mutated trees began to fall one by one, yet there was still no sign of anyone.

He knew his own situation all too well and was deeply worried that if he were taken there, the big shots in charge would realize they had the wrong person, leading them to vent their anger on him.

With no time to worry about Zhong Fabai, Qingfeng saw that the twenty-eight constellations had all returned to their positions. He quickly composed his mind and formed hand seals to control his command flags.