Chapter 28

"Furnace, go!" At that moment, another shout echoed from the shadowy woods, and a massive black furnace hurtled toward the Flame Dragon, striking it squarely in its blood-red left eye.

Suddenly, Ice Changlin felt his spirit waver, a pang of regret piercing him. In a moment of impulsiveness, he realized he might have done something utterly irreparable.

Boriel pondered for a moment, then walked over to the safe and pulled out a demon card: Transaction.

Such is the world today—no one wishes to spend their life living under others' roofs, yet they forget that humanity is not alone in this universe. There are tens of thousands of species in existence; humans are merely somewhat superior.

"Iyrou, have you always lived across from my house?" Feng Ruxuan asked, watching Wenren Iyrou in the rearview mirror.

Indeed, though this apartment seemed grand and upscale, it had only a single door and not a single window.

"Was it you who slaughtered those sixty-four wealthy families?" Not only Du Bu Cheng, but even Han Shuangxue and Zhao Ziling were stunned.

The tremor from the dizziness spell had loosened a fair amount of earth from the white marble. Luca paced back and forth, kicking away half of the outer layer, exposing a set of winding patterns beneath.

Luca shook his head; he’d never met anyone sane who claimed they could converse freely with gods.

Because setting up a magic array isn’t something you simply wish to do—it demands extensive expertise, the ability to construct it, and, most critically, not a single error. Otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable.

"I am king! I am the Evil King! The almighty Evil King!" Han Shuang murmured unconsciously.

Lian Canghai locked her aura in silence, her face pale, unable to sustain her soul’s depletion, especially with no means of replenishment.

Yoyo, taller than most, caught the bluestone in advance; the thousand-pound weight settled in her hand, her arm unwavering, not even the skin of her palm changed, revealing an exceptional physical strength.

With Wang Lu’s keen mind, he immediately realized that there was indeed a hidden story behind the master’s Formless Art.

"Ye Shi, you must know what Guofeng has been up to—embezzling several billion from the state. And still... ah, I really don’t know what to say to you." Number One sighed deeply, clearly at a loss for words.

"I’m afraid it’s hard to judge, but there’s a freshness to it—a style of its own," Yan Shu remarked, ever insightful.

Majid, accustomed to grand occasions, showed no sign of panic despite the unfavorable situation. Instead, he calmly poured himself a drink as if nothing had happened.

Leaping off the cliff was Zuo Wuzhou’s sole chance at survival. Cornered, he could only wager his courage against the ninth-ranking adversary. If the latter had the resolve to pursue him over the edge, they might both die, or be forced to turn and fight.

Once Blue Star Society finished auctioning their own items, the private deals between traders began.

The sudden pillar of light and the soaring giant sword startled the entire City of Sovereigns. Countless powerful figures rushed from all directions, eyes wide with awe at the enormous figure in the sky, uncertain what spectacle this one who had crashed into the Supreme Temple intended to perform.

Moving forward, she heard snarling; as she drew closer, she discovered many dogs locked inside.

Glancing at the kneeling Su Xiuqing, then at the tightly shut door, she suppressed her anger and shook her head at Wushuang.

This was also the heart of the array; at that moment, he was listening to prepared reports transmitted from other airships.

Though many houses were available for rent here, most were not rented in full. Usually, a few rooms were let out as independent units, but courtyards and kitchens had to be shared.

Mu Tingxiao pulled her aside, his eyes fixed on her brilliant gaze, about to speak when she stopped him.

Later, the ticking grew louder and more urgent; only then did she realize it must be raining.

Madam Wang, throughout the journey, began to harbor doubts. As the eldest son, Wang Shen was always steady; whatever he said or did was rarely opposed.

If the warriors under his command were truly allowed to eat their fill, each would need at least two pounds of rice daily.

Ye Tian, with a cold face, approached Guan Ruisheng step by step. He had no prior issues with Guan Ruisheng and did not wish to create any conflict.

Besides, with just a few words, she received two new outfits for free—nothing to complain about.

Lu Tian forced a bitter smile; without reaching the Blood Origin Devouring Heaven stage, he still couldn’t replenish his vitality through the world’s energy. This was the flaw of the body refinement path: early on, one can only rely on their own potential, strengthening themselves ceaselessly.

"Wang Xuance, if you want to die, just say so," Ye Qingzhu’s gaze turned icy, the temperature in the room dropping several degrees.

Shiyu Tong spoke, well aware of the difficulty of the question—she doubted anyone would satisfy her with an answer.

Yu Yu felt a warmth like basking in winter sunlight penetrate his body. Though he could no longer see himself, the flow was unmistakable.

Mu Mengmiao was startled awake by the terrifying pressure, instantly grasping the situation and urgently seeking help from the old matron. Mu Ming also cast a pleading look, "This..." The Shi family exchanged confused glances, at a loss for what to do. They knew the elder’s strength was beyond their ability to resist; speaking now would be futile and thankless.

As the conversation edged into dangerous territory, Arastel gritted his teeth in anxiety, yet could not intervene.

The newly born fifth-generation super soldiers had solved the issue of side effects, but their fertility remained unproved. After all, pregnancy takes time, and results cannot be seen so quickly.