Chapter 83: The Beginning of the Nightmare (Part 1)

After Abel carefully cleaned and bandaged the wounds on Mo Qinghan's foot caused by the glass shards, Zhao Qingwu carried her into his own room. With Abel's help, they settled Mo Qinghan onto the bed and tucked her in. The two men stepped lightly as they left the room, gently closing the door behind them, though they left the light on.

Perhaps the night was too quiet; in the living room, the faint sound of curtains rustling in the wind reached their ears. Only then did Zhao Qingwu realize the pain in his own foot, cut by the glass. He sat down on a stool, and Abel quickly set about bandaging his wound. Once finished, Abel straightened, his expression grave. "Perhaps, before she lost her memory, something happened that left a deep mark on her heart. That event must have dealt her a heavy blow."

Instinctively, I tightened my grip on the golden sword in my hand. If negotiation failed and they refused to let her go, I would have no choice but to seize her by force.

Bound by the laws of heaven and earth, their power was suppressed at the third level of the Mana Realm, and since they had not actually passed through the Nirvana Thunder Tribulation, their true strength was only about the second level.

Though it wasn't part of the Intimate Paradise series, its content was just as fiery—full of daring dialogues and scenes that broached unspeakable things.

While Wu Tian pondered the third tribulation, a powerful force pulled at him from all directions, making even the simple act of raising his arm feel nearly impossible.

They hailed from the Grand Domain and naturally looked down upon cultivators of the Sacred World. Their own status was not high, and they were unaware of the existence of such beings in the Holy Emperor City, so they boasted freely. Besides, this was all according to the orders of their Holy Commander.

Despite their modest cultivation, they were the first to make a move, which moved both Black Bear Spirit and Big Head deeply.

Beside him, Tong Yibing shook her head in disbelief. She had seen shameless people before, but none whose skin was as thick as Wu Tian's—like the city walls themselves. Yet, strangely, she found him less irksome than before.

"Your servant He Jin accepts the imperial command!" He Jin replied with delight. He might not be good at fighting the Yellow Turban bandits, but when it came to battling outsiders, he was unmatched.

"Damn it!" Zhang Ye cursed and instantly vanished to give chase. But as soon as he appeared below, a giant fist came crashing toward his face, aiming straight for him with thunderous force.

For three days, the most sensational topic in the entire Wildlands was, without question, the final confirmation of the "Ten Great War Gods" list.

As the Owl King felt his body loosen slightly, he opened his great maw and shot a bolt of lightning toward Bai Ling. At the forefront of this lightning was a golden orb crackling with electricity, followed by a rolling wave of thunder, like a river of lightning.

In the sky, all the thunderclouds gathered in one place, growing denser and denser. After a few breaths, the mass of storm clouds dove straight down from the heavens and entered Li Yuyun's brow.

On the Pole Heaven Platform, not even a crow dared caw. Uenqi, who had defeated his opponent in a single move, was stunned. He hadn't expected his unnamed soul technique to actually pull the soul of King Yuheng from his body and pummel it into madness.

In a direct confrontation, the Drifting Boat team stood little chance of victory due to their weak offensive power. But thanks to their remarkable survival skills, they excelled in chaotic melees, making it easier to fish in troubled waters—at least, that's what Uenqi believed.

Kirino's body slowly relaxed, though she still eyed Yile with suspicion. She accepted the explanation, for at that moment, it did seem possible, given the situation in Akihabara.

"Why are you so nervous? Are you hiding something from me?" Princess Yongfeng fixed Yang Hao with a suspicious gaze.

"County Captain Cao, just who is it that's attacking us?" Guo Shouzhi asked Cao Bing as they hurried along.

Facing the people of this world, Lu Qi could hardly claim to be a transmigrator; after all, who here would even understand what that meant?

The energy from this single event was already enough to fuel three such great battles, to say nothing of how the people of New Earth had been fully mobilized. Outwardly, nothing seemed different, but in truth, many locals on New Earth had been stirred to action.

Indeed, for in Gensokyo, everyone fought with some form of ranged attack—even those like Mama, who were close combatants, still used their fists and feet as weapons.