Chapter 30

The vast wasteland was surprisingly quiet, with nothing remaining but the faint white glow emitted by the Demon Gate suspended in mid-air.

Lian Ningxu, having had her mood dampened by Lian Yu, felt instantly displeased and turned back to rejoin Bai Lang.

However, these creatures paid him no mind, surrounding him instead and relentlessly questioning him about the whereabouts of the other Demon Kings.

After returning to the courtyard, Su Muli saw Ji Baifeng obediently staying there to reflect on his mistakes.

Although Li Moru believed what the old man Mi Gu said, the power of the grass ghost was so sensational that he found it hard to believe.

Just then, when everyone thought it was time for Yang to despair, that fellow actually still refused to come down, insisting that the man continue to cut the stone.

Finished, Leng Xinghe ignored Shang Xiang, took hold of Guan Yuxuan’s slightly trembling jade hand, and walked toward the room where he was in seclusion.

Because Tom was originally a psychic mutant and had recently received a method of spiritual energy feedback from the Ancient One, Tom’s soul was, in fact, extremely powerful and solid.

But there was no other way; this was a normal phenomenon. Such is society today: the rich act like masters before the poor, yet act like sycophants before those with power and wealth—it is truly disgusting.

Upon hearing this, Meng Jinglan smiled and said nothing more, continuing to immerse herself in the field of spiritual plants to tend to the seedlings.

But all of this was in vain; the pain pierced straight into his bone marrow and then traveled to his sea of consciousness, as if his brain were about to split apart.

Mu Zhizhi was not as carefree as Liu Mier; he took out a huge, pitch-black sphere and quickly opened it to crawl inside.

He topped up his account with one thousand yuan in the game, but the system still did not respond. This proved that spending money on himself, even if it were a hundred million, did not conform to the "spendthrift" rules set by the system.

Liang Chen was very satisfied with this. Indeed, the saying by a famous person made a lot of sense: if someone doesn’t submit, beat them until they do; if they still don’t submit, beat them again.

However, just as Liang Chen watched the wound finish healing, it was suddenly pierced through by a ray of starlight, preventing it from closing.

This was something any director would be envious and jealous of! Especially Yang Yu, who had participated in the film; seeing such staggering box office numbers, he felt a blow to his heart.

"Prince of Asgard, you have traveled from afar; what is your business here?" Thanos’s flat gaze fell upon Loki.

During this time back in the country, everyone was quite idle, especially Ryan, who did not know what he should be doing.

However, Downey still wanted the game to run healthily, so he would not create anything that would overly disrupt the game’s balance.

"We were only passing acquaintances; I really don’t have any information about him to tell you. But is he truly so detestable to have committed such great crimes?" Jiang Sen asked in surprise, though his tone held more than a hint of schadenfreude.

As for Cheng Yaojin at the dining table, he was clutching several large steamed buns in his left hand and gripping a few deep-fried dough sticks in his right, eating with great relish.

"Is there anyone here? What happened to Xiran?" An Xueji asked Lan Zuo’er in confusion, while Lan Zuo’er and Chi Shuni glanced simultaneously toward Jin Yexuan, who was sitting in the front seat, with worried expressions, remaining silent.

"Water Qi Converging at the Source." Yao Jinling’s realm had already entered the path of immortality; at a glance, he could see that this general was a mage whose water energy was already converging at the source.

Guoguo swallowed her saliva, her grape-like eyes widening slightly as she stared at Xuan Yuan Pofan, filled with shock.

The others chimed in as well, but Zhang Zechen, completely unaware that the situation had turned sour, continued to speak as if nothing were wrong.

"You... mind your own business! Suit yourself!" He shook off her hand and turned away. Once again, he turned with such determination, leaving her alone with his lonely back and the pain of being abandoned. Was his behavior really that laughable and pathetic to her?

In his previous life, Qin Shou also drank baijiu, but much of it was blended; pure liquor was rarely seen.

My mouth hung slightly open as I spoke incoherently. I wanted to explain, but when I saw his eyes—lost, despondent, and mocking—I could not utter a single sound.

Yao Guangqi touched his head. Since discovering that his hair had started growing last time, he noticed that it was growing far too slowly. Months had passed with almost no growth, and he once suspected he hadn’t fully absorbed the medicinal power of the green python; otherwise, why would it stop growing after the first sprouts?

Although her tone remained light, she turned her head slightly to avoid Shimizu Toru’s gaze, her eyes falling involuntarily, and she let down her long hair to hide the flush on her face.

The reconnaissance proceeded very smoothly, but when it reached the vicinity of the core area—the passage below the captain’s room and the six closed portals nearby—the equipment could no longer detect any data, and even sending reconnaissance robots inside revealed only a mass of darkness.

Even the mental attack that simulated a comforter seemed to have been accounted for by his opponent. Every time it was launched, his momentary stiffness happened to help him dodge his teammate’s lightning-fast strike.

Seeing this, Anuo immediately had the symbiote suit and the mask of his external gear cover him again to prevent outside elements from invading. Protected, Anuo nimbly dodged the pounce of Captain Whirlwind and landed on the ground to the side.

Ah Jie and I quickly returned to the car to wait for the other party’s move, watching that vehicle quietly from afar.

Until the phone rang with the "beep-beep-beep" of a busy line, Huo Jinyu remained in the posture of holding his phone, eventually laughing out of extreme anger.

Many officers snorted coldly; although they were unconvinced in their hearts, they seemed unable to come up with any reason to refute him.