Chapter 37 Taking Action

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"From this moment on, everyone in this room must die!" Long Yi had already decided to throw caution to the wind; this was her only way out. The master had awakened, and from his appearance, he did not seem likely to drop dead anytime soon. She and her son had openly declared their true intentions before him. If she didn’t kill him now, once he recovered, he would...

"If Lord Swordmaster’s theory is correct, does that mean the strongest giant, Pride, will definitely appear?" Jessia pondered for a moment before speaking.

Then, from the western crater, thick smoke billowed and flames blazed. Several red figures shot into the sky, hovering with wings of fire. They were the Earth Fire Demons and their minions, rulers of the western territory of Beast Island.

About twenty minutes later, Jessia followed Unalys out of the temple. There was already a flush of color on her face, and her spirits seemed quite good; it appeared her injuries had mostly healed.

"What’s so bad about it? It’s not like we haven’t shared a room before..." Liu Yihua smiled, his gaze fixed intently on Wang Yufei.

Wang Pengyu examined the house from outside, growing even more perplexed. Even he couldn’t see any problem with the house’s orientation or layout—it didn’t resemble a naturally cursed location. It seemed the source of the accumulating evil energy lay within the shop itself.

"Hey, Kamiyu, it’s been a few months, and you’ve grown taller." The tone remained gentle as always, but there was a subtle emotion in the words that outsiders could hardly sense.

"Lord Swordmaster, this is my duty—to become your strength, to fight for you." The Swordmaster’s manner made Jessia somewhat uneasy.

However, what these mages didn’t know was that regarding the concealment, not only did they have opinions, but even Cecilia herself was somewhat dissatisfied with Eve’s decision. If she took action, she could easily ensure thousands of soldiers would not have to die.

After Shengxing had Jiawu try the Tranquil Spirit Elixir, he finally dared to swallow one himself. As Jiawu had said, after ingesting it, his mind became invigorated and extremely clear.

Guardian Beast Warriors, also known as Demon Beast Warriors, are powerful fighters bound to magical beasts by a blood pact. Their essence and soul fuse with those of their beasts, allowing them to draw upon their strength to enhance their own cultivation and command their beasts as if they were limbs. Beast Riders, on the other hand, focus on the ‘rider’ aspect—they merely tame magical beasts to use as mounts.

As soon as Song Qingyun saw him, her palm involuntarily clenched tight, her fingertips digging deep into her flesh without her noticing.

Seeing her colleagues from the president’s office leaving the building, she hurried into her car, slammed the accelerator, and fled from the company’s gates.

The birth of the Eight Mystical Techniques originated from the Twenty-Four Seasonal Tongtian Valley, the legendary Daoist sanctuary where the Purple Sun Immortal achieved enlightenment and forged his golden core.

Late at night, as the city regained its usual tranquility, there were no more ghostly shadows on the streets, and people no longer needed to live in fear. Yet Chen Feng, A Piao, and Mo Ying knew in their hearts that this victory was only the beginning. Ancient powers had awakened, and unknown threats still lurked in the darkness.

The old man told him to go straight to the ancestral house; he had been discharged from the hospital for two or three days already, and there was no need to return to the hospital.

However, just as they thought they had succeeded in destroying the altar, a gigantic and indistinct figure suddenly appeared within the black mist. It was the true form of the evil spirit. Without the priest’s control, it grew even more frenzied, and its power made the entire hall tremble.

At that moment, the air at the center of the battlefield began to distort, and a shadow slowly materialized before them. It was a warrior clad in ancient armor, wielding a massive blade, his eyes gleaming with a cold light devoid of emotion.