Chapter 139: Instructions

“Of course I know. Old Zhou from the coffee shop across the street sold out everything about us. I really have no idea who was in charge of dealing with him before.”

Qian Youcai was so furious that he nearly ground his gold tooth to pieces. They had been the first to approach the coffee shop, and only two or three days had passed. How had Zhou suddenly turned against them?

Three men and one woman were seated around them. The woman was clearly of fairly high standing; in front of the three men, she did not seem inferior in the slightest.

She held her coffee and slowly raised it to her lips, taking a small sip with an expression of enjoyment.

Her elegant bearing made the old man beside her feel uneasy, although this...

The great battle erupted. Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Ma Chao, Xu Huang, Xu Chu, Zhang He, Zhang Liao, and numerous other generals led the entire Wei and Shu armies as they charged toward the alien iron cavalry before them.

The Violent Monkey let out a thunderous roar and launched an earth-element projectile at the Black Ice Bone Serpent. The serpent fired an icicle from its mouth. The two magical beasts clashed, beginning the most primitive form of combat.

Before he could finish speaking, a force struck him across the face. His body could not withstand the impact, and he lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground. Before he could react, his burning cheek was seized and held tightly in someone’s hand. Then that furious, contorted face enlarged before her eyes.

If merely looking at someone could pierce straight through their body, I might as well become blind. No, that cannot be true. There must be a way to control the beam of light. There must be. I anxiously swam through the water, unable for the moment to think of a better solution.

“There is something you probably still do not know. Do you remember the primordial spirit I told you about?” Murong Xue said solemnly.

Naturally, there was one condition: the Heavenly Dao could not continue sending reinforcements. In truth, it no longer had that opportunity. Although Heaven’s Court had fallen, there was still the Tathagata of the West.

The weather could affect people’s moods. As sunlight returned to the ground and dried the moisture from their bodies, the newcomers, who had originally trudged listlessly among the stone giants, gradually began to talk. From time to time, a laugh could even be heard.

Among everyone present, apart from Wei An and the two leaders, my cultivation was the strongest. Before the gale arrived, those two leaders had already erected a barrier for the people of the Seven Steps Hall, keeping the powerful wind outside.

The entire field of vision was filled with densely packed corpses. The overwhelming stench of blood was no less intense than that of the bloody battle between the members of the Seven Paths and the Yamaguchi-gumi.

The final root, more than half a meter thick, burst forth and happened to block the long blade’s path. This time, the blade finally lost its momentum and was caught between the massive root and the ground. The root coiled around it and pulled, and the long blade immediately tore free from Yi Chuan’s left hand and flew into the distance.

Even stranger, between the opponent’s brows were three drops of emerald-green light. They were marks shaped like water droplets, utterly unlike the aura emanating from the rest of the opponent’s body. That aura seemed to radiate boundless vitality.

“How dare you! Your elders have come, yet you still do not rise and pay your respects?” shouted Liu Rumei sharply. She was the wife of Mu Yanchi and, in name, Qing Hongming’s second aunt by marriage.

A faint tremor came from within the ruins. A pair of blood-covered hands slowly reached out and laboriously clawed away the tiles and broken bricks weighing down on the body. A dark purple corner of clothing emerged. The figure struggled to raise his head, revealing a handsome face that remained striking even beneath the coating of dust.

He glanced at Zhou Siyu. It was so dark that nothing around them could be seen clearly, while arrows continued to rain down as if they were endless.

Only after Jun Yifan’s footsteps had vanished for quite some time did Beiming Wuxie twist his waist and emerge from the woods.

Those ice-blue eyes had lost their focus, fragile and beautiful as glass. Jiang Lan’s heart suddenly softened. How could she allow those eyes to remain forever unable to see the light? How could she?

Li Zongyu carried Jiang Lan’s corpse back to the residence. Afterward, he gathered the necessary supplies and hurried straight to the Alliance Research Institute.