125 IF Line

"All right, I understand." Guterres nodded, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Constantly watching tapes, constantly training. To others, Yi Yang's life seemed incredibly dull, but he found joy in it.

Shen Yu gently pulled the blanket back up and stared blankly at the ceiling, confirming to himself that he was not dreaming.

The delivery station, usually quite bustling, was unusually deserted; even the manager, who loved to sunbathe at the entrance, was nowhere to be seen.

"But why does this tail feel so heavy today?" Chen Heng shook his nine large tails.

Seeing the shout from the [Hongmen Leader], the other veteran players naturally understood what the latter was thinking, and their eyes lit up in unison.

"Eat and sleep, you're just like your father." Mother Chen looked at the drowsy pair and didn't know what to say.

The skin on the Shadow Demon's hand began to crack slowly, and demonic energy drifted out from the fissures. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Shadow Demon's left hand slowly dissipated, leaving only strands of demonic energy lingering in the air.

Not long after, when Sozaemon arrived with his men, he found the sea beginning to churn; a massive amount of bubbles rose to the surface, turning into actual steam, as if the water were being boiled.

It was as if it were a forbidden zone in the deepest part of the universe, hiding secrets that thousands of races could never hope to touch.

The Ancestor Tree shook its massive body, its green leaves rustling. Without any visible movement, it completely extinguished the flames that had closed in, forcing the ring of fire back three yards.

"That should be enough, they'll be dead soon, right?" the fat man panted.

More than a month had passed, and Elder Le, seeing that the white ape was truly diligent in gathering herbs, bestowed upon it a divine talisman. From then on, the white ape carried this talisman daily, and relying on its innate spiritual agility and ability to ride the wind, it would often spend two or three days scouring famous mountains and great rivers to gather herbs for the elder one by one.

The next morning, after breakfast, Uncle Liu led the group to the military camp. It was a sea of people, filled with the cries of those calling for their parents—a scene of utter chaos.

He first wrapped the star stone in his divine sense. When his mental energy felt almost tangible, it gradually seeped into the interior of the stone. Under the precise control of his consciousness, the image of the spiritual technique gradually manifested. As the illusion adjusted to a certain point, a heart-stopping pressure suddenly emerged.

"That was only before, just before!" the young man explained hurriedly, unable to fathom where such a fierce star had sprung from, daring to run wild at the Hyena headquarters.

The moment Feng Wuqing entered the grand formation, a long bell echoed throughout Heavenly Dao Mountain. It rang forty-nine times; every member knew this was the alarm for an enemy invasion. It had been so many years since it had last rung that almost no one remembered when that had been.

Seeing the gold and fire swords rushing toward them aggressively, Jiang Yifeng and Old Zhao were both shocked and immediately unleashed their own flying swords to meet them.

In her hands, they were no longer of any use, so it was better to give them to the siblings, allowing the swords to reach their full potential.

Feng Pu merely glanced at Feng Wuqing without moving. The road, which had been calm and devoid of even an ant, suddenly became lively.

But if she wanted to know the truth, it meant she would have to undergo choice after choice. The ties of kinship might confuse her sense of right and wrong, and the limitations of her identity might force her to act even when she knew better.

Jiang Yao tossed the lizard over. Gao Yue caught it and, ignoring its struggles, stuffed it directly into his mouth. With a few bites, fresh blood could be seen spraying out. Disgusted, Jiang Yao couldn't help but frown.

It must be that my call wasn't wild enough to move Tong Qilüe's heart. But I didn't know the right way to call him. After thinking it over, I suddenly had a crooked idea—why don't I leave a note for Tong Qilüe?

"Could I really be wrong? Is it true that I cannot stop him?" Sally Xiu murmured.

As she spoke, her expression changed abruptly, feeling a domineering, fierce aura rushing down from the eastern peak. The intensity of that aura was far beyond her reach.

He was referring to when Old Cao was possessed, and I had cleared my name, claiming I knew nothing. So, hearing him ask, I was truly hesitant, because back then, Mang Qingru had dealt with him as well.

She didn't even dare to voice a single regret, for she had known for a long time that whatever consequences her willful choices caused, she would have to bear them; there was no room for regret.

The Sky Fox let out a muffled groan, ignoring the injury on its hind leg, and used the momentum of the blow to lunge toward the place where the ghosts were overlapping.

There was no need to mention Premier Huang; even Zhuge Yuanshan, the Chief of Staff of the C-Country military, was of equal rank to Zheng Ba. Yet, faced with the two of them, Zheng Ba wouldn't even stand up. It was not just arrogance; it was bordering on insolence.

Two more hours passed, and Lin Yixuan walked out of the inn with a calm expression, followed by the miserable-looking Xiu Rong and Wang Shuai.

Si Cheng swung his long sword without hesitation, decapitating one of the heads. The chimeric monster was shocked; its "buddy" that it had been fighting for so long suddenly had its head separated from its body. Could it be that this strike of mine triggered some kind of super-burst?

Yang Di nodded very seriously. To him, the situation had reached a boiling point, and everything was about to be revealed.

They carefully selected a group of disciples to act as bait, providing them with defensive and evasive treasures to lure out the assassin.

"Actually, there is something more important." Wang Chao shook his head and said earnestly.

"There are only twenty-some people. The enemy didn't pursue us all the way in, and Sima Liancheng is not among them," Wei Wuji said.

The next moment, a figure materialized on the Abyss Boundary Stele—about two meters tall, with a handsome face and an evil, charming aura, gazing over.