Chapter 50: Global Cataclysm: Plasma Storm!

Su Bai stood beside the giant's corpse, frowning as she scrutinized the behemoth.
Although she had successfully killed it, the carcass was completely useless to her.
It could neither serve as ingredients nor yield any precious materials.
"It seems the primary threat in the Giant Tree Forest consists of these massive monsters," she muttered to herself, nudging the giant's corpse with her foot.
"It appears that crossing this region will not be easy at all."
"There will be championships and the glory of Europe's highest stage, and Gigi, well, he cannot give you those right now!" Marta was thinking of Tony's spiritual pursuits.
Zhao Yina shouted angrily. This fellow was actually violating discipline right in her class, which infuriated her.
"This isn't the first time they've done that. Look, the corpses down here clearly weren't bitten by zombies, and furthermore, they are all elderly people," said Zhang Zhao.
This version of Du Yujia looked much more like the Du Yujia from before her career failure. Therefore, Lin Chen's remark that she had pulled herself together did not seem like nonsense.
However, it was obvious that the person who could make Ye Tan kneel had not yet been born—or at least, had not yet been born in this place.
Lin Chen gently supported her delicate body. At this moment, Zhao Yina had gone completely limp, leaning against Lin Chen's shoulder and greedily inhaling the unique masculine scent radiating from him.
"Compete with him to see who gets more kills? You might as well compete to see who feeds more!" the mid-laner Morgana said sarcastically, yet she finally refrained from going AFK and began to move outward.
Before long, everyone got up one after another. From the watchtower, one could see the Fish Mountain Base gradually bustling with activity. However, the snow was falling heavier and heavier, and aside from essential personnel, everyone else retreated into the circular villas after finishing their tasks.
"Rest assured!" Di Qing uttered only two words. Because these words came from Di Qing, You Jingyan felt truly at ease.
He spoke, and the Big Dipper appeared suspended above his head, with one of the stars resonating with him and radiating divine might.
"With treacherous officials within the state yet uneradicated, we must on no account provoke any border conflicts," Li Gang sighed, preparing to discuss with several censors how to cope with this sudden change.
Then, Zhang Yuanhao squeezed a drop of soul blood from between his eyebrows and repeated the previous oath. Once the blood turned into a mist and dissipated, he looked toward Fang He.
When Xu Guanzhong returned to his room, he took a sachet from his bosom. Gazing at it, he fell into a trance for a moment. He saw that mandarin ducks were embroidered on the sachet with red thread—could its meaning be any simpler?
If viewed from high above, one could see that the entire Lei Family Hall was magnificent, towering, and imposing.
Indeed, true tubular cannons had not yet appeared in this era, and mature gunpowder weapons still relied on mass for victory. The most advanced gunpowder weapon at the time was the thunder-clap bomb, also known as the heaven-shaking thunder, yet the launch method was merely using a catapult or a ground-rat-like device to hurl a giant explosive package out.
With a "clang," something struck Xing Lin's sword, knocking the iron rod right out of his hand and causing it to fall to the ground. Xing Lin hastily glanced back at Hui Wu's house, but saw neither any objects nor anyone. At that moment, Xing Lin knew that Hui Wu's home must be hiding an extremely formidable figure.
The four divine weapons rubbed against each other, instantly spraying sparks like a sea of fire. Suppressed by the Demon Emperor's power, they sank into the eternal void, struggling to break free.
The four of them exchanged glances. Since they were sea-folk who had taken human form, they were all tall and formidable, but the Three-Eyed Corpse Demon gave them a thoroughly unpleasant feeling, especially the white-haired youth who spoke, from whom they could not sense any aura of cultivation whatsoever.
Subsequently, the child took a few rapid breaths, as if experiencing a flash of lucidity before death, and an alluring flush suffused his face. Slowly, as this flush faded away, he finally stopped breathing altogether.