Chapter 19: Accompanying the Army

“No wonder they call it the Black Force. At this rate, how can ordinary people live happily?” Yashiko said as he stood up, speaking solemnly, “Let’s end our conversation here for today. If there’s another chance, I’ll come to talk with you again.” With that, Yashiko spun around like a gust of wind and vanished from the villa.

Amid the clattering sounds of the train moving forward, most of the passengers had drifted into sleep.

Zhang Nan glanced at Jian Xia with concern, while others, seeing the burly middle-aged man enter, grew excited and rushed headlong into the dark hole.

Watching the young man in the mysterious robe, who trembled uncontrollably, a strong sense of pity arose in everyone’s hearts.

Apart from the title of “Grandmaster,” no other reason could explain why Qin Chen was so overwhelmingly powerful—acting decisively without regard for the many formidable masters of the Qi Cult.

“Are you a descendant of the Pan family?” Nie Shengxing looked at the young Qin Chen, whose demeanor seemed almost shameless, filled with curiosity.

Those dozen or so Heavenly-level warriors had all perished on this enigmatic island; no one knew how they died or which fierce beast had slain them.

Luo Chen gave them a reassuring look before turning to lead the way into the underground passage.

The Nasir Demon King, who had just sensed something, was abruptly pulled back to full awareness due to the defeat of his subordinate, the Lord of Inner Demons.

Geng Tao said, “These pills are very useful. For us masters of magical power, consuming these pills greatly benefits us by nourishing the body and strengthening our magical energy. They are the primary medicines we take.”

Mo Yunshang shouted, causing Kade Nikola and the others to look somewhat bewildered. They had been thinking of traveling from above, but hearing Mo Yunshang say this shocked them—could it be that Mo Yunshang also had wings and could fly?

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Kou Jing clenched his silver teeth in anger, itching to drag him down and give him a severe beating.

Long Xiaotian immediately flew into a rage and contacted the Daoist patrol team to arrest the culprit. Ye Haochuan heard the name for the first time but assumed it was the Daoist equivalent of the police and felt reassured.

The massive form of the crimson giant wolf surged forward, shattering the ground with thunderous force, dust swirling, creating a terrifying scene.

Although Lu Yu was experiencing this feeling for the first time, he did not lose himself. He remembered his duty to protect Tuka Feng and find the entrance to the Cold Pool. Fortunately, after some searching, no further dangers had appeared.

However, going from a promising commander in the Forbidden Army to a completely hopeless battalion commander, Liu Chongjing’s nature and his thirst for fame and power meant he was deeply dissatisfied.

His pale, gaunt face was almost devoid of flesh, skin stretched tightly over bones. Only his cold eyes watched us like a still, dead pool.

“Sister apprentice, how about giving me those 100,000 taels of Yang Crystal Stone?” Before the delight had faded, someone came to snatch it—a middle-aged man of average height and handsome features, dressed in the Daoist robe prescribed by the Wild God Mansion.

Oppression and despair slowly took root in Lu Yu’s heart, but his faith and vows kept him steadfast, refusing to give up—even if his spirit was ashen—no matter if it took one year, two years, five, ten, or twenty years.

“Brother Lu, take my final strike. If I fail to make a merit, I will concede defeat,” Tuka Qing shouted.

Divine status, to any god, is an intangible, elusive concept—more ethereal than spiritual or immortal energy.

Zhang Haotian and Shagen agreed that their combined strength alone was insufficient; the Jade Emperor Sect’s development must be improved.

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Therefore, Qiu Ruoxi told no one—not even Ye Hetu—nor did she consider telling him now.

After the Southern Pole Immortal came to Jade Pure Palace, Han Zhen was nowhere to be found, and worried about the consequences of the Sage’s Talisman, he dared not use it lightly, resulting in the current awkward situation.

Kelo took a deep breath and spoke slowly, “Moreover, even if they deliberately staged this for us, they have already gone far away.”

The “Werewolf” suppressed the “Holy Ranger” and repeatedly slashed at the invader, inflicting considerable damage. After several powerful attacks, the “Holy Ranger” collapsed and could no longer rise.

At the very moment Ye Xunhuan’s right leg sprang forward, Ren Xiaoyao’s right hand rose to block the powerful kick.

Secondly, what method did the Corpse-Herding Sect use to control him—Fuyang Grass combined with Wuyin Flower? But those substances had already been purged by the Holy Martial Emperor, and his subsequent actions indicated the control persisted; otherwise, he wouldn’t have fled in such haste.

“You want to attack the middle lane? Fine!” Kong Renyi, seeing his team's defense tower destroyed, maneuvered the “aircraft” toward the base and told Long Yifei and the others, “I’ll go back to change gear now. You can take this chance to assault their second defense tower!”

“Actually, this condition is quite simple... From now on, I must have a seat within your Twelve Battle Teams.”

He faced hundreds of cultivators, most of whom were at the mid-stage Immortal realm, without any warrior-level cultivators. Did they really think they could stop him?