Chapter 149: Monster

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Suddenly, the monster let out that infant-like cry once again. The piercing shriek made Shen Zhongzhu's eardrums ache fiercely, and the gale-force wind, sharp as blades, was instantly blown apart by the sound.

When Shen Zhongzhu finally recovered his senses, he was horrified to find that the pair of white eyes before him were staring blankly and bizarrely straight at him, freezing his consciousness in that very instant.

The white eyes beneath the monster's armpits slowly closed in on Shen Zhongzhu, and its human-like face was contorted with boundless greed.

Countless wails resounded as the demon army wept in despair, yet who was left to rescue them?

However, there was one thing Swordsman Ke could not figure out: why did Prime Minister Yin know about this and yet fail to personally lead troops to settle the matter? Could there be some hidden story behind it all?

Then, all the starlight began to converge, transforming into a brilliant rainbow that slashed down toward Tang Fei's head.

Lian Yuncheng immediately moved to support Xiao Xiao, but a cold, gleaming sword was already pointing directly at his throat.

This time, Swordsman Ke spoke without the slightest bit of politeness, though no one paid much attention to him at the moment, as they were wholly absorbed in holding the baskets of steamed buns in their hands, eating them without a single pause.

The moment Ouyang Ba spoke, the archers stopped shooting. The crowd retreated one after another, leaving only Lian Yuncheng, who remained standing at the front.

"Medics, quickly bandage the wounded! Everyone else, make sure to use the tanks for cover!" Heidekamp roared at the top of his lungs.

A figure slowly emerged from the darkness. It was a man. With a cold snort, he gradually stepped out before the Poison Maiden, who stared at him with unblinking, vacant eyes.

Si Yun pointed angrily at Feng Chen, thinking, *I just integrated my memories and was originally going to give you a chance to pursue me, yet you treat me like this.*

"I never imagined anyone from the Dark Moon would still be alive. Regardless of how high your cultivation is, as long as I draw breath, I will surely kill you." Changle Rou said with fury.

Since it was time for court, he still chose to attend. Sometimes, watching those ministers bicker and squabble proved to be quite an entertaining experience.

"Just where on earth has Tian'ao gone?" Watching Feng Jingmo leave, she withdrew her gaze, murmuring to herself as she guessed about Gu Tian'ao's whereabouts.

For the human body possessed a specific attribute—before all meridians were unblocked, apart from consuming spiritual elixirs and rare medicines, there was no other way to bolster internal energy except by using Qi to forcefully clear the turbid meridians.

That expression of gratitude caught Qin Qin off guard, and by the time she registered it, Bai Song had already walked some distance away.

Therefore, when Fuqu stepped forward to help, Gao Linlong uttered those words, jealousy gnawing at her like bone-eating maggots.

Riding on the back of the bloodthirsty crocodile and watching the three of them fight below, Er Pi suddenly felt utterly useless. He desperately wanted to tell Bai Song: since the guild had already been established, he might as well just leave now.

In a daze, she followed the man, stepped into the elevator, and entered the room. Watching the man leisurely shed his jacket right before her eyes, Tong Xinxin abruptly snapped back to reality.

Seeing so many people looking over, Zheng Yang once again concealed his aura and appearance so that no one could recognize him.

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Chu Jinran's expression was a complex mix of emotions, her eyes seemingly conveying a message of warning, before she noticed Lu Zhuoyue putting on a pretentious display as he inspected the results of each urine analyzer test.

Yet on the vast grasslands, such a function did not exist. Information could generally only be transmitted through traveling individuals and merchants. Aside from that, messages were passed solely via scouts dispatched by various tribes.

Four artillery pieces, surrounded by a dozen or so militants. At that moment, they were loading shells, preparing to unleash another barrage.