Chapter 113: Brother, something has happened.

However, the very next moment, Song Mi realized her assumption had been a bit premature.

Rong Xin'an was still putting on an act.

She looked at Song Mi with a bewildered expression, then glanced around as if she had no idea what was happening. "Miss Song?"

"You... how did you get here..."

The situation before them made it clear that the older generation of power brokers, like Elder Mo, were unwilling or unable to intervene; otherwise, Wells would not have felt the need to drag him into this.

Wang Chen had no choice but to shelve his plan to finish off the Fallen King. He prepared to use his silver tongue instead, hoping to see if he could persuade one of the bosses to defect.

Li Shihuo would likely seek out more information and consult with the Eight Tribe Chiefs before offering any substantial aid to Cui Qigao, so there would be a wait. Cui Qigao, meanwhile, was not idle; he had requested permission from the Songmo Prefecture to return to his own troops.

"Very well, let's find a place to eat around here," Liu Hui said, instructing A-Huo to scout for a location.

The gossip section of the Heaven Game Forum, Heaven World—'City of Heaven' game server area.

The Cloud of Radiance lived up to its reputation as a triple-layered Eternal Divine Artifact; no matter what divine techniques Luo Lan employed, he could not breach its defenses.

After returning from the Mausoleum of the Supreme Evil Emperor to the Chaos Stone Gate, Luo Lan brought Loli and the four elemental deities of Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water into his divine space, instructing them and the Phantom Butterfly to absorb the Ancient Main God Stone.

These strange materials were stacked one upon another inside the chest, each one exactly the length of the bronze box—about a meter long.

The Scorpion Maiden was cunningly manipulating the Golden Staff to grow, intending to burst the Fallen King from within into nothing but metallic shards and debris.

Faith infiltration was a vicious power against living gods, but for the gods of the Heavenly Prison, who existed between life and death, it was a completely harmless force.

Yet, to steal it would inevitably alert the others. As Tai Huang had stated, the cultivators who could make it here were immensely powerful—far beyond the ordinary ones Su Mu had faced before. Even more difficult was the task of stealing without drawing any attention, which was a challenge of the highest order.

"I-I understand!" The refined man bowed his head low, not daring to overstep in the slightest. The aura of a Houtian warrior was simply too overwhelming; it was not something a Bone-Forging stage martial artist could resist. If the aura alone was this formidable, one could only imagine how terrifying a Houtian warrior truly was.

Although he did not know Lu Yan's current condition, one thing was certain: he was definitely in a bad way.

The group turned back to see Bian Mengchan and Liang Hongzhuang holding several winter cloaks and capes, choosing between them.

Nan He nodded at her, then reached out to pat her shoulder, signaling her to set her mind at ease.

Before long, whether it was because Ding Da had subconsciously shifted backward upon seeing the fierce ghost, her body was also frozen, encountering the same problem.

Cheng Dizhi found Su Ruoyao's sense of propriety strange: Could it be that she knew she had lost her beauty and was no longer a match for Yanzhong? Ruoyao wouldn't just give up on herself like that, would she?

Had it not been for the support of the Huaxia Empire, the two cities would likely have been breached by now. If these two cities fell, the consequences would be dire. Not to mention that the empire to the east could then strike into the heart of Huaxia, if the two nations launched a pincer attack from inside and out, the next to fall would likely be Qilin Pass and the Canyon Fortress.

"Didn't I tell you to kill him?" Shang Wushang did not turn around, nor did he reach up to wipe the tear tracks from his cheeks. His voice carried a trace of impatience; though the memories he was recalling were painful and sorrowful, as long as they concerned her, he did not want anyone to disturb his longing for her.