Not content with devouring the Atlantean royalty, they also sought to annex other sea tribes, and now they even desired to swallow the elves whole.
In the mountain forest, terrifying poisonous insects, centipedes, scorpions, and various other venomous creatures crawled and lurked, awaiting the appearance of prey.
Liu Qing looked at the small smudges of mud on their faces and, with a gentle swipe, cleaned them both.
Before entering his slumber, Yu Chen had deliberately left the demon realm intact, intending it as a proving ground for the newly formed Netherworld legions.
The Hongkonger, who had been speaking eloquently, was stunned. This old man, with his blue eyes and blonde hair, was clearly English. Was this the epitome of politeness?
The arguments gradually ceased. As many were preparing to vote, a voice suddenly cut through the air.
Not long ago, she had received a message from Ye Ziqing, who seemed to have an urgent matter to discuss with her. Yuan Qiao had provided her with the address.
Liu Qing touched his cheek, shook his head with a chuckle, and his gaze fell upon the stone egg, a flicker of light flashing in his eyes.
Even among the Five Kage of the five great ninja villages, some believed the Sage of Six Paths was merely a mythical legend, an impossibility in reality. After all, the tales surrounding him were too exaggerated, depicting him as an omnipotent god.
Moreover, when there were no featured slots, these people didn't complain. They only started to curse when others were promoted to the Sanjiang list or received a featured recommendation.
Now that Shao Heng had offered her a position and authority equivalent to that of a sect leader, it was impossible for Luo Yukun not to be tempted.
Nowhere to hide, no escape, much like that divine, unfathomable move that had appeared like a celestial maiden descending from the heavens when facing the Divine Emperor Aluo in the Misty Forest.
"It's nothing, just need some rest," Li Yunchen said with a smile, masking his condition. He himself had no memory of what had truly happened that day, nor any recollection of the celestial phenomena it had triggered, nor how the demonic beasts had been suppressed.
It must be known that fifth-level spells were already the highest grade spells that individuals in the Profound Star Realm could cast. 'Wildfire' was a peak fifth-level spell, its power comparable to the full might of an early Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.
"You want me to search for the Dragon Clan too? Could it be that someone else is also looking for the Dragon Clan?" Emperor Wujin asked, bewildered.
Nangong Beidou instinctively tensed in vigilance, while the other disciples grew nervous, breaking out in a light sweat, their eyes unconsciously radiating hostility.
At this moment, aside from the mysterious individual, the remaining thirty-four had begun their refining process. Only he remained completely still from beginning to end.
This dwarf practiced a sword technique called the Zi Wu Sword Technique, a lethal art rather than one for sword immortals. It emphasized capturing a sliver of the midday sun, sealing it within the sword, and then steeping it in various kinds of vital blood.
However, Shao Heng felt a moment of stunned silence upon seeing True Master Taihao. For some reason, he felt that his grand-master was different from how he had been a few days ago.
Under Ye Tian's strict observation, Nakajima Taman and Nakamura Kyōhō cooperated closely, swiftly issuing clear coded telegrams to the outside world.
Jace from Apple picked Thunderlord's Decree. In his top lane match against Fiora, Thunderlord's Decree was for poke, while Warpath's Zeal was for all-ins. However, against an oppressive opponent like Fiora, all-ins were always something he was reluctant to do.
In the morning, Su Cheng met with Chen Yangtie outside. They chatted about some matters, and he casually helped him condition his body.
They did not notice the fierce glint in Jiao Chu's eyes beneath his sweat-dripping eyelids. The scout squad leader, whose jaw had been mangled by the spearhead, lay at Jiao Chu's feet, struggling to pry open his stiffened fingers. Jiao Chu took his ring-handled saber, glanced at the blade, then grabbed the squad leader's head and brutally chopped it off.
Chu Yun had some speculation regarding He Zheng accepting them, especially after hearing about the rather peculiar method his sect used to recruit disciples. His eyes lit up; perhaps this was their chance to become stronger.
Zhang Jun knew he had to escape, had to return to Polais and inform her of the situation on the Baodi side. He now understood the combat strength of Baodi's army. He wanted to tell Polais that attacking Baodi was possible, but whether victory could be achieved remained uncertain.
"It's hard to say for now. If you walk along the edge of the white mist, no matter which side you choose, you won't be able to walk through it in a few days," Xu Zhan said.
Someone asked why someone would pick Cho'Gath even though he was countered by Shen. Everyone knew how terrifying Cho'Gath was in the late game after enduring the early game pressure. As a front-liner, he was very durable, provided he could survive the early game's oppressive phase.
The weather gradually turned overcast, and the large screen erected at the venue became clearer. Every few rows of seats, there was a super-sized LCD display, aiming to provide the audience with a better experience.
After strenuous exercise or when the body is oxygen-deprived, breathing becomes rapid. It is often at this time that people notice their breathing and begin to consciously control and adjust it, thereby regulating their physical state.
After a brief healing from the Scarab, Alexander's injuries had improved considerably. At this moment, Alexander stroked the Scarab in his hand and looked at Wang Yu with a smile.
"Don't worry, she will only be the Marquis of Wu'an's wife. With her here now, the Fengluan Palace can also be stabilized," Luo Qingrong smiled faintly. She had a rough grasp of what kind of person Zhang Lan was, but her stubbornness was something Luo Qingrong could never quite comprehend.
The section chief received it and looked at it: Who wrote this? Reason for repair: Loud noise? That's too scary! Is it that exaggerated?
The wind cut across Han Jingxuan's face as it blew through the window. She looked at Duanmu Hao, enveloped in hatred in the dark night. He was like a wolf now, refusing any help or approach from anyone. But how could one who loved a wolf bear to see him consumed by pain, remembering all his suffering through hatred?
Zhi Yun raised an eyebrow, blinked, and a smile curved her lips. She waved her hand and tapped the carriage wall, and the behemoth instantly compressed, shrinking to the size of an ordinary carriage.