Chapter 81: The Lethal Poisoning of the Pregnant Woman

The situation seemed to be improving. If the current status quo could be maintained, the main force would be able to leave the Imperial City safely in less than ten minutes, and reinforcements were surely waiting outside. Once they were out, they could simply use magic to seal the gates, making it difficult for the demon army to break through.

A chill inexplicably crept into Jun Li’s heart. Before his eyes lay a tattered protective grass bracelet and a painting of destiny stained with blood. That intense, ominous premonition washed over him once more, just as it had the day he sensed Xia Zheng’s plight.

A beam of white light erupted from Lei Yu’s hand, and at the same time, the ice-snow spirit bracelet on his wrist vanished.

This place was filled with countless corpses and carried the scent of Jia Bao. Without a doubt, this was no mere dumping ground, but a laboratory. It was here that Jia Bao utilized these bodies to craft the puppets she desired.

"Alright. Let's set other matters aside for now and focus on business." He Hongsheng waved his hand and spoke. His gesture was remarkably like a village head opening a meeting: hands spread wide, pressing downward.

The Four Divine Beasts stood in the center, arranged in a circle. Four rays of light in different colors enveloped them, slowly rising until they shot straight into the clouds, reaching into the depths of the vast cosmos. In the center of the twenty-eight mansions, four stars ignited with a flash, their colors perfectly matching those of the divine beasts below.

"An arcane technique?" Ye Ming asked, puzzled. He estimated this move was at most at the peak of an ultimate technique, still far from being an arcane one. Why, in Zhao Yu’s words, had it become an arcane skill?

The Zaku’s rotation never ceased. Its massive, terrifying cannon muzzle, sinister enough to chill the soul, glowed with a ghostly blue light as it turned with unhurried precision, like the gaze of the Grim Reaper.

At dusk, the five thousand Han troops reappeared beneath Qishan Fortress. Huang Zhong ordered Jiao Huang’s severed head to be sent up the mountain, giving the Cao army soldiers one hour to surrender; otherwise, he would set fire to the camp, and not a single soul would be spared.

"That's even more impossible. We have radar systems covering the nearby waters. That day, there was no sign of warships or submarines. They couldn't have just swum here, could they? Unless they were fish, who has the ability to swim from Masheng Island to the vicinity of Huangyu Island?" Leng Qiuyan remarked dismissively.

In their brief exchange, Zhang Yifan had gained the upper hand. Although he had wasted the floating effect, the damage from his floating grenade had landed squarely on Zhang Chao.

When Lin Bichi spoke of Luo Qiran, her voice was laced with obvious impatience, yet if one listened closely, there was a hint of probing beneath the surface.

The Qin army was no match for the elite Wei forces. Their armor coverage was not particularly high, and most wore rattan or leather armor, which provided little protection.

"Isn't it strange?" Xiao Ye recounted Bi Qianmo's behavior throughout the morning and his own impressions without reservation.

He tried to flap his wings gently, and to his surprise, his body lifted effortlessly off the ground with that slight movement. Had the ceiling of the side hall not been so low, he suspected he could have flown even higher.

However, Magnus’s integrity had dropped to only 11%, nearly reaching a critical state. Had it not been for the protection of his mechanical pet, Magnus would likely have perished.

Another reporter asked, "Then, the names of these two players... Zhang..." The reporter looked somewhat green, likely new to the industry, and unable to remember the Chinese names.

The words "getting married" were far too foreign to Tong Yan. He had once fantasized about them, but he found himself drifting further and further away from that possibility, to the point where he dared not even think about it anymore.

He tore off the Emperor of Shadows' crystal mask, and along with the mask, a wig fell to the floor.

Flight devices were prohibited on the university campus; everyone used hover-cars as their primary means of transport. Though called cars, they had no wheels and glided about ten centimeters above the ground.

Veronica handed him a towel. He pushed his thoughts aside, wiped the sweat from his brow, and went back to work.

Tong Wuxi moved with agility, dodging the remaining vine, but the one that had regrown launched a sneak attack, grazing her shoulder. A wave of dizziness hit her instantly; the thing was draining her mental energy. No wonder no one could escape once touched.

Many successful people fear that others might seize their power while they are alive, yet in their old age, their greatest fear is that their children will lack the ability to surpass them or manage the legacy they labored so hard to build.

The newcomer was middle-aged with a refined face, but his icy blue eyes were enough to make anyone shiver at a single glance.

"You dare steal my wife? I will bury you here right now!" With a fierce shout, Kong Yusheng raised his fists, wreathed in black mist, and lunged at me.

"What do I do? This will start a fire!" I was extremely anxious, preparing to head to the stairwell for a fire extinguisher, when I noticed a strange phenomenon.

In other words, now that Yi Tian had activated his first soul skill, any attack released by his martial soul—whether it was soul power, a regular axe, or a spinning throwing axe—would be doubled.

Only the perfectly measured displays of affection and the well-timed withdrawals were real; they were the masterful ways to ensnare the heart of a boy who was like a blank sheet of paper.

Yet none of the dark shadows dared to interfere. After a long while, the bleeding from Shui Miaomiao’s ears ceased. Sensing no further attraction from the celestial destiny, the surrounding shadows dispersed one by one. They lacked high intelligence and acted on instinct, unable to equate Shui Miaomiao with the celestial destiny itself.

For the people under the rule of Hundred Flower City, so-called ecological balance meant that An Ran controlled the mutant forest, the mutant forest protected the humans and refrained from attacking them, consuming only small, immature, or semi-mature mutant animals, while the humans took care of the larger mutant beasts for the forest.

Once Dong Yi took a step back, he would elevate the family of a concubine. Even if there were no suitable candidates of age, adopting a kinsman would suffice.

With such a powerful family backing her, the Yang woman naturally stood tall in the Xu household, and the maids and servants around her were a cut above the rest.

"I'll go first!" Du Xueqin immediately grabbed a glass and downed it, fearing her parents would forbid her from drinking.

The most fatal issue was that the deeds and land titles they had brought were useless for sustenance. While there were plenty of banknotes, at a time like this, which bank could exchange them for a large amount of hard currency? Even if they could, the weight would be too much for people to carry or horses to pull.

Thus, they possessed neither a unified conflict nor a god that everyone believed in or respected. Over time, their life of ease bred many ambitious people with wild, whimsical fantasies.