Chapter 61: That's Just How Unyielding It Is!

It was not until Lin Fan had walked a long distance away that the immortal cultivators present cast puzzled glances toward the martial man, unable to understand why the Great Emperor had changed his mind at the very last moment and let the other party leave unscathed.

If such an action were caught by the enforcement envoys of the Demon-Sealing Palace, severe punishment would inevitably follow. Even someone as unyielding as Li Zhenghao, backed by the powerful Li family, would not dare to confront the Demon-Sealing Palace head-on.

At that moment, Lang Feng walked up to Nie Qinglan and, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, dropped directly to his knees.

In truth, without Lin Dan having to spell it out, it was nothing more than assisting the Special Operations Unit with a few missions.

"Just as expected, we arrived right on time. This fellow Zhang is undergoing the first-color divine tribulation; let's go over and take a look." Xiao Kuang smiled playfully and flew directly toward the source of the divine tribulation's aura.

Ling Yu picked it up and examined it. The secret room was located in the very center of the hotel, heavily secured with layers of protection. The door was equipped with a fingerprint lock; without Luo Pingzhi's fingerprint, no one could possibly enter.

Moreover, this artifact known as the Ling Die Lan possessed immense spirituality. Whenever it encountered humans, fierce beasts, or demonic beasts, it would hide. Its level of sentience was comparable to that of a teenager in their early teens, and it possessed the might of a titled Golden Immortal.

Wen Qingye slowly descended toward Xiao Feng's physical form. In a cratered depression in the ground, Xiao Feng's body appeared as though it had been embedded straight into the earth, drenched entirely in blood.

The corridor was brightly lit, quiet, and exceptionally clean, clearly having been meticulously swept by someone. A faint trace of perfume seemed to linger in the air.

Li Jiale's eyes were bloodshot. With a casual toss of his treasured gourd, he lunged like lightning toward Lu Fangliang and pulled him into a fierce, suffocating bear hug.

These reports suddenly appeared and instantly exploded in popularity across major networks. Ordinary netizens were entirely unable to tell whether they were true or false, and upon reading the news, they showered endless praise on the strength of the Euro. Under such circumstances, the exchange rate of the Euro began to climb straight upward, while the US dollar depreciated. This situation prompted the United States to urgently convene a meeting.

Having reached this point, they were now close to the location of the tomb, making it unnecessary for the heavily injured Captain Song to continue pushing forward. Following Old Kong's arrangements, Captain Song and the soldiers remained behind at the spot.

Oh, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb.

As long as the Afghan people built various base areas surrounding the mountains and waged a protracted war of attrition against the invaders...

Driven by a sense of friendship, Jun Beimo endured the heartache of sending Song Jialuo to Rongcheng, returning her to Rong Qing's side.

When the surroundings finally fell completely silent, Zi Zhao let out a wry smile. Everyone envied such an undeserved stroke of romantic luck, but when it truly landed on your doorstep, more often than not, it was simply too much to bear.

With Emperor Yan swirling within his palm, Yin Jiuxuan had yet to utter a scream before he was reduced to a patch of charred ash. This time, his inner soul demon was given no chance to escape.

"I am not a monster." Zijin suddenly turned her head to look at Shiyao, her eyes staring intently at her.

Wu Shaoqi turned sideways and softly inquired, genuinely unsure of the true strengths of Xiang Shaotian, Wu Tiandu, and Cang Feng.

Zhuang Bufan lingered within the cavern to observe his surroundings and discovered a strand of grass a hundred meters away, which aroused his curiosity.

Murong Ke had always been icy and fierce, acting as though he wished to cast her away as far as possible. Yet, what on earth was he doing just now?

Although he was already a four-star Spirit Master, his mental energy was ultimately limited. Coupled with the fact that poison masters also primarily cultivated spiritual energy, he had consumed a significant amount of his own energy while trying to interfere with them.

The Bull Demon absorbed a massive amount of damage from Li Yuanfang and Genghis Khan, yet he was not slain immediately; his passive skill saved his life.

Just as the burly young man's body was about to hit the ground, a sudden change occurred. The youth's form abruptly froze mid-air. Upon closer inspection, one could see wisps of black smoke inexplicably appearing, binding his body like chains and causing his movements to halt dead in his tracks.

The young man was currently refining a Tier 5 spirit pill—the Ice Soul Pill. This pill was most effective for mages practicing ice-element spells, as it could greatly amplify the damage of ice magic and enhance the mage's communion with ice elements.

Lin Xi had not expected things to go so smoothly and could not help feeling a bit surprised. He had anticipated at least a fierce battle, but this outcome was fine too; unless it was absolutely necessary, he had no wish to take lives.

As someone who had once been trapped by the maze of the Valley of the Medicine King, she knew all too well how formidable those illusions truly were.

Wu Ye thought for a moment and then let it go, guessing that Wu Kuang must be agonizing over being defeated by him in front of so many people, leaving him with no face to show himself.

As the two exchanged remarks, mostly consisting of mutual praise interspersed with probing questions, the overall atmosphere remained quite pleasant.

Yet if it were drizzling with rain, gloomy, desolate, and bone-chilling... Mo Shi probably would not have been able to muster the courage to walk this far.

"It's a good thing we left. There were at least one or two hundred of them in that formation; how could we possibly have defended against that?" Mingchun let out a long sigh, though his grip on the spear remained as tight as ever.

The onlookers all gasped in astonishment, terrified that this startling commotion would rapidly spread across the entire realm.

Money wore a distorted, hideous, and utterly frantic expression as he grabbed a goblet from the table and gulped down the alcohol in wild draughts. He had killed a robin—a robin he loved most dearly. Yet, in the face of his own survival, no matter how beautiful the robin might be, it meant nothing compared to his life.

Hidden inside the refrigerator, the mirror, which had begun to frost over, fractured with a crisp snap, spreading a web of cracks like a spider's web.

Yet before his arrogance could reach its peak, it was washed away by the other party's cold, low, and muffled response.

Song Jianlin also understood Old Lin's intent and, without a second word, grabbed Song Yun and hurriedly retreated backward.

Seeing the usually composed Mr. Mingji react in such a manner, Ji Yang realized he had spoken out of turn and offered a sheepish explanation.

Baryth still treated Bai Hua to a meal, though he sat there on tenterhooks, unable to swallow a single bite, consumed with worry for Han Qi.

Shi Xia slowly turned her head and caught sight of that fair, delicate face with black hair cascading down. As the light fell upon her, she looked like an innocent and flawless fairy, gracefully accepting the gazes of everyone present.