When one's virtue does not match one's position, misfortune is bound to follow.

Liu Yi was worried that some people still couldn’t wrap their heads around it and insisted on believing that Bo Shasha possessed supernatural abilities, so she pressed the issue further. The crowd, eager to get more purified water, also joined in the chorus of pressure. United in purpose, everyone worked together as one.

Bo Shasha was on the verge of collapse, teetering as if she might fall apart at any moment. She couldn’t even condense a single bowl of water, let alone produce a hundred tons. The mercenaries were all high-level ability users, at the third or fourth tier, and since their awakening, not one of them had a simple background! There were even a few who felt little regard for Wu Ting and didn’t bother to offer their respects.

“Could it be that Ye Feng and Yun Jiankong were the ones who leaked the information to the Nine Nether Cult?” a Divine Guard following Bai Tianhan suddenly whispered.

Tang Qian was amused by Elder Gui’s analogy. She took out the SIM card, handed it back to him, and only then slipped the phone into her pocket.

Long Tian, Yang Hong, and Yang Xuan immediately stepped forward as well; the crowd, seeing this, surged through the golden circular gate like a flood.

When he had heard the news and rushed over, he received a call from Gu Jingnan. As soon as he arrived, he saw Gu Jingnan sitting at the thirteenth-floor elevator, his arm and leg injured, asking for help to get upstairs. Not daring to refuse, he could only assist Gu Jingnan up.

The Buddha Hall remained tranquil. After a while, Tao’er came out to take a look outside, squinting up at the tree. Seeing nothing amiss, she gently closed the hall door and left.

“You must be joking. That would be slapping us in the face! Even though you’ve retired, your legend lives on in the army. Everyone I know is basically your fan!” Qiu Ji said with a laugh.

Everyone was horrified; they had already assumed Ye Feng was a dead man. After all, no matter how strong Ye Feng was, there was no way he could withstand a joint attack from four Hunyuan-level martial artists.

He was merely a Yuanwu-level martial artist, and even if Lei Hua was at the ninth peak, it was impossible for him to fly indefinitely—eventually, he’d have to touch down and borrow strength from the ground.

At last, after suffering hundreds of casualties, the two White Banner Jianzhou units broke through to the Ming army’s lines, and brutal hand-to-hand combat ensued.

Jie Mu hadn’t touched mechanical arts or used mechanical techniques in years, but the moment he engaged in formal use again, that feeling—branded deep into his bones—returned to his hands.

He’d initially wanted to take revenge on Yu Guiyuan, but just as the ghost soldiers outside the hall reached to strike Yu Guiyuan, the two spirit wardens floating behind her each grabbed an arm, restraining them.

Though it seemed a long speech, in truth, only a few seconds had passed. Having completed his advancement and elevated his template to that of a lord, Yu Bin quickly regained his composure, as if everything that had just happened was no more than a fleeting dream.

With a crash, a massive body slammed into the car, sending it rolling several times across the ground before smashing into a nearby wall and finally flipping over into a shop.

By now, Naxxramas had gained some ability to defend itself, so Yu Bin no longer kept its secret so tightly. Ai Lan and the others were among the first to know.

There was ample water here and a pleasant environment. Though the forest was a bit sparse, if the stones on the ground were cleared away, enough farmland could be reclaimed. Moreover, with the Moxi Mountains not far off, the mineral resources looked promising, so Hall chose this place to establish his territory.

The investigation he’d requested revealed nothing unusual, meaning Yang Yan’s earlier speculation had been mistaken.

Zhou Ming gave a cold snort, waved his sleeve, and several pills rolled across the wooden board in front of Lin Yu.

Yu Qingfeng said nothing. His gaze was fixed on the glowing red iron, and a look of pain suddenly surfaced on his face.

Wild Brother spoke thus, but in his heart he was deeply moved by Jing Nai’s careful arrangements for his sake. Yet the thought that Jing Nai might already have sailed away made his heart ache as if cut by a knife.