Butterfly

Since everything on the back mountain had already been devoured by the little dragon, it was impossible for thick mist to block their path. Moreover, the back mountain of Deer Cliff Village was not tall, so the group quickly reached the cliff and the pool.

Those who ascended with Ji Ningzhao were already quite familiar with her, and could be considered the elite of their team.

Although none could move as freely as Ji Ningzhao in the water, each had their own method of parting the waters.

“Ningzhao…”

“Hoo—” Stone Hong’s vision was suddenly shrouded in haze, white mist swirling all around, interspersed with flashes of azure and crimson light. It felt truly like a dream, indescribably beautiful.

Since the rise of the new generation, Earth’s magnetic field had reversed once every several tens of thousands of years, but not since seven hundred thousand years ago. The reason for this was that the energy of Earth’s magnetic field was absorbed in great quantities by the Atlanteans, and subsequently collapsed.

“Don’t talk about me—what about you?” Shen Yingxue kept a straight face, but inwardly she was secretly amused; the excuse he came up with was truly poor.

“No matter who you are, I, Liu Menghu, swear that in this lifetime I will find you and tear you to pieces!” Liu Qianhu pointed at the sky and roared in fury.

Zhang Han was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Xi Zhizai was certainly not praising him—back then, even if the Han people had a way, they would never have chosen to live beyond the frontier. Life today was much better than before; would anyone really want to leave now?

Many players of the Prosperous Dynasty disliked Prosperous Fireworks, yet had no choice but to obey his command, for he was the top expert on the Heaven Ranking and the guild leader of the Prosperous Dynasty—they would surely follow orders.

Watching his figure flee in panic, Li Jingyan was both exasperated and amused. It was only early February; where would there be wild ducks? The smile at her lips was intoxicating. “Truly a silly bird,” she murmured, gently drawing the carriage curtain closed.

The death of the Divine Beast of the Nation was nothing less than a slap to the faces of all players on the Fusang continent—again and again, and after that, picked up and stomped a few times for good measure.

When Chen Luo contacted Luo Ziqin, her tone was extremely excited, and she immediately arranged to meet Chen Luo.

Just as Iskandar was about to call for the attendant to bring wine, a voice filled with disdain and arrogance reverberated through the air.

He didn’t know how long he had walked; in any case, he was far from the plaza now. Standing deep among the pines and cypresses, the shouts and calls of the disciples from the seven great sects practicing could no longer be heard.

Now, with the sudden attack from the Cao family army led by Xiahou Dun, panic ensued. Tens of thousands of Black Mountain troops scattered in all directions, not even entertaining thoughts of resistance.

Above the void, the waterfall of heavenly tribulation had completely vanished, revealing a rare scene of calm. Yet Ling Tian knew deeply that this was only the calm before the storm. The true great tribulation, the Holy King’s Calamity, would soon descend once again.

Su Chen, meanwhile, could detect every movement outside without obstruction, placing him completely in the shadows.

After the dense rain created by tens of thousands of arrows fell, the advancing soldiers below let out screams of agony. Even if only a few were struck, thousands of enemy troops perished in this volley.

Ling Tian, unarmed, made use of his spatial powers and finally escaped the slaughter within the spatial trap, breaking the surrounding spatial restrictions and narrowly escaping with his life.

She belonged to the fox demon clan, born with enchanting allure. If it were someone else, she would have already cast them a seductive glance and, with gentle persuasion, even a stone-hearted man would have softened.

“Where are you going? Are you planning to run off?” Zhou Yajing looked at Ye Xiu suspiciously.

That day passed in silent sorrow. The blue sky and drifting white clouds once again concealed the sadness upon the earth.

Qian Qing finally understood Ding Hao’s meaning. He, too, had been confused; though the beast core was precious, he himself couldn’t use it directly.