Chapter 147 Instant Disconnect

The slender man in black suddenly materialized on the shoulder of the six-story-tall corpse monster, lowering his gaze to look down with a轻笑 at the civilians scuttling about like ants below.

Transforming into a wisp of black vapor, he drilled straight into the ear of the towering corpse.

Cui Ya, who had been staring fixedly at the unfolding scene, instantly sensed that something was terribly wrong. She shouted to the civilians still standing in the street, gazing upward in stupefied horror, "Run!"

Yet even as the warning left her lips, a hand vast enough to blot out the sky above her—

Zhongli understood that this must be the remnant consciousness of the Heavenly Demon he had just absorbed, still lingering in his mind and refusing to fuse.

Witnessing Wang Daotong’s unyielding and rebellious attitude, his mother fell back into a daze, drawing a deep, shuddering breath.

The security guard walked into the gatehouse and dialed the phone, but the line rang unanswered. Left with no other option, he dialed the general office, and finally, someone picked up.

After all, humans were the race in this world most dedicated to mutual destruction, and the magical realm had proven with numerous grand magical wars that it possessed quite advanced expertise in this regard.

Meanwhile, several other black players from Strasbourg, including the African Carlos Boka, also stated that he heard Sarr resort to insults first. Although Chen Hu had snapped angrily at Sarr at the beginning, he had not used any specific derogatory terms toward him.

Inside, she wore a striped shirt paired with a white outer coat, and a black, slim-fitting skirt that fell below her knees. On her feet were a pair of black knee-high boots, and in her hand, she carried a red designer handbag. Her outfit was exceptionally trendy, carrying a certain aura reminiscent of a Miss Hong Kong pageant contestant that compelled passersby to cast admiring glances.

The storm bullets, maintained to perfection yet unleashing all their stored magical power in a single explosive instant, possessed the force to shatter the armored steel of an aircraft carrier into dust in the blink of an eye—let alone these earthen rocks merely corrupted by dark forces!

Now reinforced by an imperial decree, it truly wasn't anyone who could just step up to examine Xu Miaoqing, especially since providing treatment also involved a delicate issue of trust.

While Han Yanran was in the midst of venting her grievances to Su Hanhan, her cell phone unexpectedly received a text message from Li Yan.

The newly appeared Immortal Emperor Luoyou launched an instantaneous counterattack against the avatar of Nie Tianxing, striking out with a single palm that landed with a deafening crash. To everyone's astonishment, the avatar was shattered to pieces by Immortal Emperor Luoyou.

"That's right, we all know your name, but we don't know yours. That's hardly fair. No, you're buying breakfast tomorrow," a voice piped up.

With that, Billy lit another cigarette. He initially intended to offer one to the fatty, but the fatty declined, pulling out a case of gold-banded cigars from his jacket and handing one over instead.

"I will tell you how to proceed later. Go and intercept Sasuke first," Uchiha Madara said directly.

With a low cry from Ye Tian, his familiar snowy-white hair and blood-red eyes emerged once more. Simultaneously, an aura of righteous grandeur emanated from his body.

Upon returning to the United States, Wang Yun's schedule was practically an endless stream of work. As his manager, Li Yun was even busier, especially now during such an eventful autumn.

Wang Yun's music spanned nearly every conceivable genre: punk, rock, classical, folk, and more. As for his films, they defied simple categorization, as each individual movie represented an exploration into an entirely new genre.

After patrolling the area for a while, the group finalized their various offensive deployments. This time, they were prepared to reduce Psylon to ashes regardless of the cost.

Much like human souls, some of the most supreme magical treasures between heaven and earth could naturally engender their own artifact spirits. Every treasure possessing an artifact spirit wielded formidable and terrifying might.

This single battle catapulted Yu Xiaocheng to the status of Taiwan's most renowned general, his prestige rivaling even that of Liu Yongfu of the Black Flag Army. Just as the Japanese military dubbed him the "Great Ominous Serpent," the Taiwanese populace henceforth revered him as the "Red Commander," with elderly citizens even worshiping him almost as if he were a deity.

Suffice it to say, whichever corporation dared to take in Wang Jing would essentially be silently nurturing a formidable competitor for themselves.