Chapter 61: Summoning the Deity

The sky was torn open by an invisible giant hand, revealing a bizarre and kaleidoscopic backdrop.
A violent gale swept across the ground, uprooting massive trees and hurling them toward the horizon.
Sheng Huai'an's voice continued: "Merciful Heavenly Father, I beg you to open your slumbering eyes..."
He must not be allowed to finish the incantation!
Jiang Tang rushed toward him, but another bolt of lightning struck from the sky. Intertwining flashes of lightning and fire blasted her backward, shattering several trees in her wake.

From the perspective of looking up—
This Canadian pilot from the United States enjoyed a very successful career. However, there was one thing that constantly weighed on old Dave DeBusschere's mind, which was why he chose to keep playing on the basketball court.

Statues dating back hundreds or even thousands of years were naturally things the ordinary employees of the Euro-Wind Pharmaceutical Company had never laid eyes on.
According to the established procedure, the main event of the day was a traditional sacrificial ceremony, with vividly traditional musical instruments and pretentious charlatan shamans taking absolute center stage.

He had endured unimaginable agony in hell for countless years. Now, his purpose was to drag the soul of Emperor Taizong of Tang into the netherworld, making him realize that only by holding a grand water-and-land mass could his soul be purified.

Shock gripped these people; this fellow was simply too terrifying. Not only was his strength astonishing, but his methods were also ruthless. Judging by this display, they could already easily imagine the fate of the previous group.

Yet this was not what Ling Chuyu wanted. Reborn into a new life, her sole purpose was to execute her enemies with her own hands and protect her loved ones.
Although this matter was of negligible significance, it was currently her only bargaining chip to persuade the members of the Ziyi Cult.

"Child, can you satisfy your older sister's demand to have it put in writing?" Although everyone was in the same mediation room, according to standard mediation procedures, the judge still had to convey the opposing party's request.

"You're probably going there for some vixen—huh, men!" Su Ming glanced dismissively at Mo Yunlong.

First was the matter of the vassal states' autonomy; second was the issue of tribute.

Awen spoke as she struck a flint, lighting two candles and setting them in a corner. Instantly, a glimmer of light pierced the pitch-black woodshed.

God knows what she had stolen from Yinyue, prompting the latter to pursue her relentlessly even after she fled Fruit Ridge.
Therefore, death was ubiquitous in this world; at every single fraction of a second, countless living creatures were perishing.

Elven bodies reacted intensely to magical energies. The first batch of elves to receive fel energy, led by Xavius, began to mutate; demonic horns sprouted from their foreheads, and strange barbs grew across their bodies.

Fate is profoundly twisting. While searching for a brand-new homeland, the Frostwolf Clan was simultaneously confronted by the arrival of the Burning Legion. Gul'dan was not dead; he was still alive, continuing to inflict endless nightmares upon the Horde and the entire Frostwolf Clan.

Although they had all previously followed Examiner A, not everyone was on terms familiar enough to be considered close with A.
As for the fact that they joined the Tianling Mercenary Corps rather than the Falcon Mercenary Corps following the merger, it left a rather bitter taste in the mouths of quite a few people.

It felt as though someone had forgotten a certain woody fragrance in a forgotten corner, where it continued to quietly release its lingering scent across many passing years.

"Of course. You are about to die anyway, what would be the point of me lying to you?" Du Ke chuckled lightly.

The Ming Dynasty was naturally no exception, yet various taxes seemed to take on a distorted nature once they reached this era. Taking the weak Song Dynasty as an example, its population was roughly sixty million, while during the mid-to-late Ming Dynasty, after the populace had been decimated through successive massacres, the population remained at around sixty million as well.

Seeing this, I was slightly startled and immediately executed the Imperial Sword Technique, directing the Heartbreak Sword to veer around and attack the shadowy figure. Yet no matter which direction the sword flew, it was invariably blocked by that handkerchief. Realizing I had run out of options, I recalled the Soul-Catching Bell, withdrew the Heartbreak Sword, and coldly glared at the shadowy figure.