Volume One, Chapter 32: The Survivor’s Imagination

Su Zhengyang and his two companions walked cautiously into the dilapidated supermarket. Every step was taken with extreme care. Faintly, one could even sense the intense fluctuations of their spiritual energy—a sign that they were ready to manifest their domains at a moment’s notice. As expected of soldiers from the Demon Suppression Army, they maintained a precise formation as they advanced, ensuring they could support one another instantly without interference should an emergency arise.

Upon entering, all three furrowed their brows. Chu Xiaoxiao, in particular, instinctively covered her nose and mouth at the sight of the carnage. "Good heavens, which mercenary squad did this?"

She...

"What did you say?" Thor erupted in fury. How could this be? He was about to raise Mjolnir to fight Ding Hao to the death.

Jiang Yanmei walked out of the hospital, clutching her medical report in excitement. However, not wanting anyone to see the document, she tore it into shreds and tossed them into a trash can.

Tao Lian'er had instinctively wanted to add the Li family to the list, but thinking of their faces—they wouldn't even offer a scrap of paper for Li Santie's memorial—she held her tongue.

Tang Feng smiled to himself, wondering who she had learned such talk from; he certainly hadn't taught her that. It seemed necessary to retrain them. How exactly did they use their eyes and brains? And if he were in danger, were they really planning to just run away?

"Aren't you afraid of my official response?" Shen You smiled. As a professional team manager and player, his public image was vital, so his answers were always carefully curated.

One must realize that Killian had suddenly appeared in a vacuum. For an ordinary person, this was a lethal transition: from the atmospheric surface to the near-total void of space in an instant. The first thing one would face was the rapid escape of air from the lungs and the oxygen dissolved in the blood.

Fu Yuecheng spoke in a cold, detached tone. Her movements were "gracious" as she heaped a generous helping of spicy dishes onto the plates of Xie Anqi and Qin Zhaoxue—dishes that made the two girls pale with dread.

Sitting on the sofa with nothing to do, Tang Feng decided to test the extent of his cultivation.

Zhao Junwei spoke slowly, reaching out to gently brush aside the strands of hair stuck to Fu An'an's cheek, whether from tears or rain.

Every projection of the Great Emperors here practiced the Art of the Immortal Body. Therefore, Ye Fan, who also practiced this art, held no significant advantage. Because these projections utilized top-tier secret techniques and cultivation methods, Ye Fan was forced into a retreat under their combined assault and was ultimately defeated.

"Even if we manage to eliminate those bugs in the end, we will suffer heavy casualties. We might even be wiped out entirely," a shrill, cynical voice drifted up from below.

Looking at Zhu Dapi with a look of feigned innocence, the subordinate clutched his own head. Zhu Dapi glared at him, utterly exasperated by his stupidity.

The Prince of Zhennan’s troops had been driven into a bloodthirsty frenzy. Like wild beasts, they charged into the city, clashing with the five thousand men defending the gate. As the Prince’s forces poured in, the five thousand dead-soldiers were slaughtered to a man.

Now that Ye Qing’s strength had been exposed, if anyone from the Tian Ge faction had been present, it would have been a significant show of force. And for Dai Anliu, obtaining the Ghost-Head Blade was like a tiger gaining wings.

Unfortunately for the Holy Infant Lord, he had accidentally stumbled upon the Time Reversal Clock, which had regressed him into an infant—a truly tragic fate.

Next, Zhao Hao prepared to step into the semi-saint realm. A aura of the Ultimate Path radiated from him, a sign that his comprehension of the Great Dao had reached its zenith.

The man spoke in Chinese, but with the accent of a foreigner whose command of the language was clearly lacking, as if he were speaking while biting his lips.

As Zhao Hao departed, Li Qiye let out a sigh of relief. The crisis had been averted, allowing him to continue wandering the area.

Just as he thought the battle was nearing its end, the palm strike missed—and not only did it miss, but a hand from an unknown source clamped firmly onto his wrist.

However, in the current situation, Jiang Ximan had little objection to anything Zhao Renfan did.

Shen Mobei pursed his lips and asked no more. When the two returned home, Aunt Wu had already prepared dinner.

By this standard, even Xiao Chuji, who had earned the Phoenix Essence Blood through his own merit ten thousand years ago, would likely struggle to pass.

She had once worried that if she couldn't conceive, it would force Meng Yue to take a concubine. But she hadn't realized that if she didn't quickly produce two children in three years, she would face the same problem anyway.

His strength was waning, while simultaneously, the terrifying energy contained within Lu Yu's physical body was violently battering his meridians.

Luo Chiheng did not know how to console her; he felt he had no right to comfort Lin Weiwei.

With a series of violent, overlapping neighs, the three thousand White Halberd Soldiers reined in their horses, coming to a halt an arrow's flight from the city wall. The dust stirred up by their rapid charge billowed high above them, adding to their formidable presence.

Fortunately, even if their young master was a simpleton, he treated the servants well.

However, they also mentioned that for someone with an "Eye of Heaven" as powerful as Song Siyi or Wu Wanyong, the damage shouldn't be too severe.

Quinn Soft was a woman of many secrets. Before they could uncover the truth, she had gone insane and lost her primary personality.

Just the day before, Churchill had been dreaming of heavenly troops descending to save the British Empire from the Germans.

Lian Yuncheng wanted to leave immediately to save Yu Qing at Wudang Mountain, but Xiang Liang spoke up at that moment.

Although Monk Zheng Yi was somewhat dissatisfied, he could endure it. He followed behind Chun Hua, walking back step by step.

Seeing her state, Master Liang returned to his usual detached manner and said to Liu Rui, "Don't worry, the others are much the same; they just need a rest." With that, he walked away.