Chapter 41 Inside and Outside the Screen

Turning his head away, the dark army swarmed out of the Gate of Light like a beehive. The Gate of Light trembled slightly, as if it were about to burst open.

Although Avula had been personally promoted by Chuge, rendered great service during the grand war between Lomedak and Yelang, and was officially conferred a title and rank by Zhao Yan himself, he still commanded considerable prestige within the Ai-Ying-Yan Army.

"Knowing your mistake is enough; do not do this again in the future." Zimo mistook Hua Shangxue's lowered head for an admission of guilt and patted her head as a comfort.

Shen Jiannan possessed relatively sharp hearing. That exclamation of pain entered his ears instantly, and he thought to himself that something was amiss. There was someone outside the door, and it was bound to be Shangguan Wuhen and the others. He hurriedly pushed Yang Chuchun aside, darted like a flying arrow, and reached the doorway in a split second. Recovering his composure, he listened for a moment—sure enough, there was someone there.

Bok lowered his head deeply, gazing in astonishment at the surrounding slaves, and then looked at Zhao Yan with a different gaze. These decadent slaves had actually regained their courage in an instant; their willpower was slowly returning. What kind of power did this young man, the new leader, possess?

The three states launched successive offensives, with soldiers rushing toward Hangu Pass like a tidal wave. Coupled with the previous reinforcements from the state of Qi, Lord Huayang, who guarded Hangu Pass, found the situation extremely strenuous. Meanwhile, in Xianyang...

Lanxi breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was not in the desert. Her remaining strength was only enough to spit out a single word: water.

I chuckled inwardly. As everyone knows, most warrior skills are instantaneous; only large-scale skills like sword qi require two to three seconds of casting time. Murong Shanshuai had been smart enough to use her sword qi beforehand, and using combo attacks now would be of no avail.

It was just that all of this—including Young Master Lei—though wonderful, had not the slightest connection to her. She could neither touch nor be tainted by it, so it was better to face reality and figure out how to make her unavoidable life a little better.

Opening my friends list to check, I found that several female players in our studio had already gone offline. Ever since our last windfall, the enthusiasm of these fellows for leveling up had shrunk drastically. I wasn't mistaken; aside from Xu Lin, the rest of them were well-behaved darlings who were easily satisfied as long as they were fed and extremely easy to support.

Jon, of course, nodded in agreement. As for Ferguson, he naturally cared deeply about Jon. Hearing that Jon insisted on continuing the match, he consulted the team doctor. The doctor gave a cautious nod of approval, and only then did Ferguson drop the matter.

The problem, however, was that completing this hidden quest required defeating a thick-skinned Thunder Rock Giant Tortoise solo within a limited time. As a knight renowned for defense yet possessing mediocre attack power, accomplishing this task was exceedingly difficult.

Although Xiao Cheng possessed unfathomable and terrifying strength, he was, after all, only at the Out-of-Body stage and could not destroy his primordial spirit.

Shang Xiuxuan did not answer. Instead, she turned around and gazed steadily at Lu Wuchen. Her bright eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, resembling black pearls, captivating to the utmost degree. It was as if all the agile beauty of the world had gathered within them, causing one to sink into them involuntarily.

"Slaying the wicked dragon and claiming the treasure—don't you think this theme fits our adventure quite well, Sela? I think this story is much better. Perhaps we can even bask in the protagonist Bilbo's light and gain some good fortune." Ronald, who cared deeply about illusory luck, remarked.

"You little bastard! If you want your grandpa dead, how can you not pay a price? Hahaha!" After bursting into three loud laughs, Sun Jian's voice cut off abruptly. His body stood rigidly upright, and the greater part of Pu Qing's spear protruded from his back.

Jet-black short hair, a pair of red eyes, and a wild, unrestrained smile hung on his face. A black cloak draped over his shoulders, completely obscuring whatever lay beneath it.

Jon shook his head. Earlier, seeing that Ferdinand had not pulled back his foot, he had already braced himself. He jumped up first, but was still brought down by Ferdinand. Even so, having prepared in advance, he escaped without injury.

Speaking of this, Samaan gnashed his teeth in anger. Having previously exposed the smiling face of Lucifer, he had been given a severe beating and was only barely able to move today.

Hearing this, Du Gou and Du He did not say much more. Over the past three days, Du Aitong had been running around busily, sleeping only an hour or two a day. He was indeed exhausted, and it was entirely normal that he needed rest.

Wu Xiao retorted mockingly, "That's still better than you, who almost became the patriarch of the Canaan tribe while constantly entangling yourself with someone surnamed Yan."

Not only was his talent mediocre, but his brains were also lacking, and he had committed no end of foolish deeds. Not to mention bullying Yang Guo for the sake of Guo Fu, he had actually turned on his own sworn brothers with blades—truly something to be sneered at.

Lu Heng transformed into a streak of escaping light. Now that he knew this matter was related to Bai Suzhen, he could not afford to create complications for the time being.

A whip of light materialized in her hand, and she cracked it with pinpoint accuracy, shattering the halo hovering above Ayane's head.

"This child cannot be kept; let's go to the hospital and get rid of it." As Qin Lang spoke, he reached out to pull her hand.

This was the gap in strength. The eighth rank was the eighth rank; even if one's cultivation was suppressed to the seventh rank, in a place where cultivation was not artificially capped by natural restrictions, one could still trounce the Core Formation stage.

Pfft—so what if Third Brother Huo and Sister Youli were merely friends? Could it be that she alone was fit to be Third Brother Huo's wife?

Du He was also studying at the Imperial Academy at this time. Seeing Du Aitong approach, he immediately greeted him.

Zhang Shun on the other side of the door was still somewhat dazed, feeling that the whole affair was impossibly magical. Clutching a pirated replica of a Desert Eagle in his hand, he stood sideways against the wall beside the door and asked in a lowered voice.

The most outstanding generals found no outlet in the Great Song dynasty. Ever since Emperor Taizu relieved military commanders of their power over a cup of wine, the only path left for military families was to muddle along and wait for death. Di Qing was an absolute anomaly.

"I can't even draw the beauty of pure traits..." At this, Shina looked somewhat discouraged.

Softly chanting this incantation, a dark red flame flared, and the image of a demonic blade-master materialized. Shina had already entered her Capricorn transformation state.

Qin Yuan sighed inwardly. While he was quite satisfied with the 150 skill points that had delivered themselves to his doorstep, along with his satisfaction toward the sexy and alluring body beneath him, he also held a favorable impression of the decisive and daring Zhen Ruotong.

"That's right. Otherwise, why would I and Reincarnation have racked our brains during the Tier 4 Grand Competition to yield to you and let you enter the top ten?" the leader of the Truth Cult nodded and said.