Chapter 117: The First Glimpse of Demonic Might

The interweaving of death aura and killing intent blotted out the sky, causing the already dim heavens to press down even lower. That chilling atmosphere sent tremors through the hearts of the human warriors near the Blood Rock Hills.

A voice erupted suddenly from within the fray, resonating in everyone’s ears like the verdict of an ancient deity, stirring their spirits.

"He is still alive!"
"Alien scum, the human race has not been defeated!"
"We can still fight!"
"The human race has not lost!"

Human warriors clenched their fists and cheered. In this moment, Luo Hao’s voice was undeniably a resounding slap in the face, a heavy rebuttal to the arrogant proclamations of the Black-Robed Bone Clan.

"The ancient heavens are vast; how can you lot trample upon the sacred soil of humanity? Die!" As the words fell...

He intended to stay in the mortal realm for a longer period this time. Chu Mo was severely injured and had yet to recover, and the Underworld was being managed by the Yama Kings of the various halls. His priority now was to capture the person in the mortal realm who was refining vengeful spirits.

"Can you keep your mind pure for once?" Chu He said, speechless. He was helping Aya simply out of a desire to assist her; after all, the silly girl was too soft-hearted and clumsy at business.

The reprimanding voice of the sales manager drifted from the office, and shortly after, Yang Mei emerged with red-rimmed eyes.

I widened my eyes in surprise, listening carefully for a few moments, only to realize that the First Madam was arguing with Song Cheng’s father. Judging by the tone of their voices, the quarrel seemed particularly fierce.

The floor was covered in water. The moment Song Cheng let go, I fell instantly, half my cheek submerged in the liquid.

"Do you know? I’ve wanted to kiss you like this for a long time, but I was afraid of scaring you." He pulled her quilt up to her shoulders and tucked it in securely.

The Sword Spirit was unsure if I, with my fragmented memories, could still recognize others, or if I had only forgotten Ling Yefeng.

Although I wasn't an employee of this restaurant, I often came here. The proprietress frequently asked me to "change" the environment of her establishment. This "change" didn't involve interior design, but rather, painting.

However, Naruto, who was still unconscious, did not know that his arrival had crushed an innocent person; he was currently waking up within his own consciousness space.

"Where... am I?" Sharon slowly opened her eyes, her reaction exactly the same as mine had been.

Watching Feng Yi lead Bing Yu away in high spirits, I chatted for a while longer with Jing Yi and the Empress Dowager.

The Yuju Shrine was far from the Northwest Bridge, so we returned to the carriage and traveled along the Jin River.

Moreover, this place was clearly colder than elsewhere; the closer one walked toward the center of the clearing, the more bitter the chill became.

The divine inscriptions in this second-layer cosmic space were so formidable that even if an Ancient God were to fall into it, they would ultimately face death and the total dissipation of their soul.

Facing what they both knew were mere words of self-consolation in a hopeless situation, Gu Youran could only suppress her longing for her children amidst the bitterness.

The sky over the plateau returned to its quiet, dusky, dark red glow, as if nothing had happened there at all.

"Good!" The bearded man stopped pursuing the fox, yellow energy surging from his skin to thicken his magma armor, finally blocking the fox’s profound ice arrows once more.

Seeing the scene before them, not only the eighteen men in black masks but even the Subjugation Vajra were struck with astonishment.

Mao Dun, who had always regarded the Great Qin as his ultimate hypothetical enemy, naturally recognized the banner. Since it was planted here, it meant the commander of the Qin army must be within this city.

"You must be obedient and go with these two uncles from now on." After locking eyes with Liu Zi for a dozen seconds, Chu Wangshu finally crouched down to stroke Blackie’s head, whispering softly. In reality, he was communicating with it through mental energy; what he specifically said, however, remained unknown.

"I remember clearly that only two carts of goods arrived that day," Luo Chunjie said after a moment of thought.

Tumi even sensed many transparent fish moving around her; it felt as if she were in water, yet she could not feel the sensation of water at all—it was some strange substance instead.

After walking slowly for dozens of meters, even as the man and the demon passed the very rock where the enemy was hiding, the other party remained motionless, as if they had truly transformed into stone.