Chapter 35: On the Run

After replenishing their supplies, the newly formed trio encountered a minor setback.

"I think my vehicle is broken." Yu Zhu pointed at her flat tire, looking somewhat helpless. During the recent vehicular chase, someone had deliberately targeted her tires; otherwise, she wouldn't have been forced to a halt and dragged into a life-or-death confrontation with those people. To get back on the road, she would first have to repair the vehicle—in short, change the tire. The problem was, she didn't know how to change a tire.

At this moment, the soldiers had rested for a while, so they climbed back onto their horses and elephants, beginning a new round of competition.

Feng Qian'ge remained silent for a long time before saying, "It's getting late. Liuxiang, you all should go rest as well. We need to set off tomorrow to find Zhaoge City." Xi Ya was a seasoned veteran of countless battles; she didn't believe he would just let himself be slaughtered like this, and she didn't want to get caught up in their struggle again—she truly didn't.

Damn, what intensity! A vast, overwhelming expanse of emerald flames rolled toward them, the heat so intense that Ruoshui’s face changed color.

Damn, why are their wings black? No, not black—they're gray. Are they not the God Race? Are they from the Underworld? Heavens, everything is in chaos! And what is that "Realm Order" thing? Why didn't I see it?

Wu Tianyue walked into the city and saw angels coming and going everywhere. Why are they all bird-people? Can't they just tuck their wings away?

By this time, everyone knew there was no other choice. Rather than being slaughtered by Zong Tianxuan and his cohorts, it was better to risk their lives and attack the imperial palace; perhaps there might be a glimmer of hope. Therefore, after a moment of silence, they all surged toward the palace in a rush.

The prices at this restaurant were far beyond what those of us in the destitute class could afford, so Mana could only gaze from the doorway, happily munching on a bag of snacks she had just bought.

Wang Yue remembered that a year ago, her junior brother had only been approaching the eighth-rank level, but in the blink of an eye, he had actually broken through to the seventh rank. This speed was truly terrifying; she herself had spent five years going from the ninth rank to the seventh.

How could that Brother Qing say such a classic line? That was clearly from Earth! Brother Qing? Lingna? Damn, could it be Hu Tianqing and Ai Lingna? But Ai Lingna doesn't have the surname Bie—could her name be fake?

After a few more pleasantries, Song Youliang immediately arranged for men to load five thousand piculs of grain to be transported by Wang Zilin to Dengzhou Prefecture. He had thought he could finally send off this plague god, not knowing that an even greater storm was quietly approaching.

"Thirty percent—that's not low. If I gamble on it, I might not necessarily lose to her," Lin Hao said with great confidence.

The martial artists in the Ancient City of Qingjiang fled in a panic as if they had seen a ghost, many of them shouting loudly. Seeing this, Lin Hao suddenly felt a surge of murderous intent—an overwhelming wave of it—that made him feel as if his very heart were freezing. He curiously looked to his side, and sure enough, the source of that killing intent was Chuan Chuan, the level-nine zombie beside him.

As it turned out, Lin Ye and Xiao Zhan had reached the end of the Yixiantian passage, where a disciple of the Hehuan Sect discovered them and immediately stepped forward to question them.

This feeling of telepathic connection allowed Lin Ye to be certain of one thing: this ice silkworm had indeed acknowledged him as its master.

As for the Spirit Tower, the greatest contributor to the defensive battle, Dark had it completely dismantled—the tower had a self-dismantling function, and once finished, it allowed for the recovery of half the resources spent on its construction.

Can such an eccentric person exist in this world? Can such eccentric words exist in this world? Is this the wise and sagacious Prince Liao of the world? Is this the "Qin Zi of Fanyang" so praised for his affinity with the immortals?

She threw herself before the cabinet of impeccably polished, flawless patent leather boots, sobbing uncontrollably and tearing at her hair like a madwoman.

Shortly after midnight, a troop of soldiers suddenly charged out of Macheng, torches in hand, rushing toward the camp of the Great Han forces outside the city. Archers shot down the sentries first, and then the main army stormed directly into the military camp.