Volume One, Chapter 27: Susanoo vs. the Eight-Tailed Ushi-Oni

"Oh? Could it be that you have an accomplice, boy?" Killer Bee asked, unable to stop himself after hearing Fengtian's words.

Fengtian merely smiled in response, and the next moment, Shisui's figure appeared instantly, standing side by side with him.

"You've rested enough, right? It's your turn to step up..."

Undoubtedly, no one had any faith in Hong Tian. Refining eight types of medicinal herbs simultaneously—even Lie Yan wouldn't dare attempt such a feat. Who was Hong Tian, anyway? Just a disciple at the Nine Heavens Profound Immortal realm, and not even five hundred years old. To possess such methods? That would be defying the heavens itself.

"Clink, clink, clink..." This sound was exactly what the copper coins emitted when Chen Yi's True Yang Saliva dripped onto them. Suddenly, these coins stood upright on the ground. With a wave of Chen Yi's hand, they flew toward his hands, feet, and the center of his brow, sticking there as if held by an invisible force.

In the final match, the two sides traded blows back and forth. During the contest for the first Baron, both teams were wiped out in the Baron pit. Although Team Yuan’s Captain Lin managed to secure the Baron, the double wipe resulted in the loss of the Baron buff, yielding only 1,500 in economy.

Within the sea of consciousness, the sludge gradually dissolved. After all, it was only a two-star entity; in the face of this three-star dragon, it was nothing more than an ant.

The Heavenly Fire Stream was completely engulfed in lightning. A vast, ancient aura swept wildly across the fields, the violent power of the lightning threatening to tear the very heavens and earth apart.

This brought with it pain even more intense than when he had originally increased his strength attribute points; after all, relatively speaking, the brain was far too fragile.

The situation reversed in an instant. Moments ago, no one had been buying; now, everyone was in an uproar, rushing toward Hong Tian.

Although Shen Jian knew that Wu Bin, the City Lord of Night Spirit City, possessed formidable strength, he had never witnessed it firsthand. Consequently, he remained somewhat worried about the Night Spirit City side. Furthermore, the enemy had employed a fusion—a fusion of consciousness with consciousness—which only deepened Shen Jian's anxiety.

Hong Tian was incredibly excited. This was exactly the kind of battle he needed; only in such a struggle could he find the opportunity for a breakthrough.

Yet, no matter how Ju Shou pondered, he could not fathom what could possibly be worth Yan Bei’s concern in the city of Luoyang, which had been reduced to ashes.

In truth, had it not been to seize the position and provide cover for the combat engineers to clear the anti-tank obstacles, the infantry would never have needed to charge. They would have simply used artillery and aircraft to blast it to pieces.

Just as Li Yu was preparing to risk his life to block the strike, a thunderous shout suddenly rang out. Immediately, a terrifying gust of wind slammed into the old man's body, sending him flying backward, severely wounded.

No, no, no, that's absolutely impossible. For Fan Ye to like me would be the greatest farce in the world.

Nian Yujiang stepped out of the elevator without sparing a glance at the people there. Led by the obsequious Manager Chen, he arrived at the door of private room 5088.

The three of them rushed over a hundred meters into the woods before stopping to catch their breath. Dari landed on the ground and turned to look back outside the forest.

Over the course of two nights, she had received over a hundred missed calls on her phone, half of which were from her family. Yun Zi looked silently at the time on her screen before finally dialing Wen Chengling’s number.

In every classroom at Nanjiang High School, there was a storage locker—a two-meter-tall cabinet—for keeping various sports equipment and teaching aids.

Dari carefully scrutinized the Beast Shaman in the main seat, but he could not make out his true features. A thick cloud of smoke shrouded the Beast Shaman; not to mention seeing his face, he couldn't even distinguish his height or whether he was fat or thin.

Before the age of fifteen, Wang Zhaoyang had always worn a military uniform. Switching into the jeans and short-sleeved shirt his mother had bought for him, he still felt quite unaccustomed to it.