Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Root of Destruction

The emergence of the magic insect Debisi has plunged the entire Earth into a state of panic. If this continues, even without the enemy launching a second strike, the sudden shift in the environment will force the planet into an ice age, leading to a catastrophe that will sweep across the globe. At this moment, the only ones capable of handling the situation are the Ultramen.

The hall was in chaos; no one paid any attention to Zhong Ling anymore as they crowded forward to examine the corpse of Rong Ziju, whispering among themselves. The Great Elder of the Wu family was thrown back violently. After hitting the ground, he clutched his neck in agony, staring at Wu Yaoyang in disbelief. He was carried off the ring by medical staff, still muttering that he was no underdog even as they placed him on the stretcher.

Shen He nodded. Lang Ya was right; Mr. Qulue was a man of great intellect and a disciple of Kemore, which is why he was versed in the arts of Qimen Dunjia. The a cappella performance, devoid of any accompaniment, only served to highlight her skill, yet no one had ever heard Zhao Muxin sing before—was she really going to be okay? But the next second, black characters began to emerge one by one on the blank paper.

To be honest, hearing the constant explosions erupting near the enemy’s main base, Uzumaki Uchiyama really wanted to rush over to help. As for Uzumaki Natsuhi, she was somewhat unaccustomed to the smoke filling the sky, but since it was her first time seeing the Third Hokage, she chose to remain silent and followed closely behind Toshihiko.

In recent years, however, the Emperor had clearly been making efforts to rectify some of the events of the past. Even so, under that sky-covering palm, the Ninth King was in precarious danger, with countless cracks appearing on the Ninth King Wheel behind him. Chen Xingyu, meanwhile, was extremely confident in his own strength and was certainly not about to let such a golden opportunity for merit slip by.

Entering late October, while other film companies were preparing for the year-end holiday season, Jinlong remained in a state of relative calm, even leisure. In the past, he had harbored忌讳 and resentment toward the Dark Gate, and after the incident with Madame Du, his hatred had only deepened.

"Forget the red bean rice," Thor pouted. Somehow, he found himself craving Lin Xiu’s porridge more than red bean rice. It must be said that the food at this place was truly excellent. Once the aroma wafted from the pot, the room fell silent; even Zhu Fugui stopped boasting about his reckless youth, his chopsticks moving rhythmically between the pot and his mouth until his lips were glistening with grease. If he encountered an unknown crisis beyond his ability to handle, his only option would be to summon the Great Black Wyvern at a tremendous cost.

Mo Yufei no longer hesitated. He accelerated the rotation of the Vajra Dao Platform within him, ready at any moment to unleash the Vajra Roar to turn the tide of the crisis. "But why am I able to enter and exit the Withered Wood Courtyard freely, and why can I practice under the Chaotian Treasure Tree at any time?" Tang Xia'er asked.

Whether it was the earlier inferno, the appearance of the massive rock mountain, or the current falling debris, everything would end with a crisp 'crack' as they collided with the distant stone walls like eggs striking a rock.

"Holy Son, Han Qing says he wants to speak with you alone about returning to the Northern Cold," the attendant reported, finally tearing his gaze away from the stunningly beautiful man as he approached the carriage.

As the unstoppable demon army crushed one line of defense after another held by the elves, they had no idea how to deal with Tortolla, the giant turtle. "In the past, only you undead could utilize Saronite, but now look—we the living can use it too. There goes another one of your advantages."

"Why?" Sun Miao’s eyes were filled with confusion. From the moment she walked through the door, she had been posturing against Wan Xi. Holding Ye Hao, taking his hand, and even asking that question just now—she had done it all while knowing the outcome.