Chapter 151: The Tree Friends’ Gathering

Late at night.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered slightly as Wade flipped through the adventurer's handbook of Opal, which documented the monsters that roamed the region.

Whenever he arrived at a new place, Wade would carefully study the local adventurer's handbook, as those rough snippets of information helped him quickly grasp the surrounding dangers.

Knock, knock, knock. A rapping sounded at Wade's door.

"It's me, Lord Iron-mask."

The voice of the receptionist came from outside.

The Shadow Wolf, riding atop the back of a dire wolf, first scanned the surroundings before looking at Theron. "It seems your plan has failed, Sering," he said flatly.

There was a domestic dog at home, and Jiang Lai was particularly fond of this hound, usually calling for it wherever he went.

Lin Chong still wore a cold expression as he tossed the bloody head of Gao Ya'nei onto the ground.

"Second Brother speaks extremely well." With that, Zhang Fei spurred his horse forward, galloping back and forth, scolding the coachman who was looking around, and straightening out the formation. Guan Yu also urged his steed to follow.

"I am simply too sleepy. I must take a bath and go straight to bed," Yu Xinyu said with a yawn, shaking her head.

When Kreller followed the shadows back into the warship, he was greeted by a transparent isolation capsule dropping over him, followed by a full set of high-energy radiation scans.

The Shadow Wolf agreed with Theron's plan, allowing Theron to lead all his werewolves toward the White Bear Tribe, while he himself led the main army down the mountain, waiting at all times for the signal.

"I don't know. I checked several places and didn't see him. Rumor has it that he was merely injured," Li Genghuo said.

They were already the embodiments of death and the end; naturally, they harbored no constraints, wishing only to reduce all things to a void of chaos.

After consulting with one another, Li Muqing, Cheng Yuyao, and Nie Ruolan decided to return north together. First, Li Muqing and Cheng Yuyao would escort Nie Ruolan home, after which the two of them would proceed to Daqingshan beyond the Great Wall.

On a nearby tree, a black figure was faintly concealed, watching the farce and clicking his tongue in secret. *My, what a splendid performance, quite on par with the scheming of an imperial harem.* He yawned out of boredom, quietly waiting for the aftermath.

The enormous character for "kill" that came crashing down with earth-shattering force trembled and seemed to disintegrate, leaving behind only the falling and rising strokes, resembling two intersecting sword qi that continued to suppress downward.

Wei Qing's movements began to acquire a regular pattern in Gu Yongfeng's eyes. When Wei Qing rested on Saturdays and Sundays, he rarely went out. His home was a three-story brick building to the west of the cannery, an area consisting mostly of private houses with an independent courtyard.

Song Yan was an inner sect elder, while Zhu Xizhi was a sect elder. The cultivation level of a sect elder generally ranged from the seventh revolution to the eighth revolution of the Holy Infant Realm, making them high-ranking figures even within the Immortal Sword Sect.

This was a world even more desolate than the Gobi Desert and boundless wilderness. Aside from occasionally spotting a few withered plants and fierce beasts that clearly looked dangerous, for two days Shenxing Wuji had seen practically nothing.

Yet previously, when breaking the illusion on the giant island, he had clearly sensed the space within the Thunder-Commanding Divine Ring. What on earth was going on?

Gongsun Xinghuai revealed a look of pain, understanding Shen Jian's temperament. Back then, informing Shen Jian about An Jie was not done without careful consideration. Once informed, many people's destinies would change because of Shen Jian, yet failing to inform him would be letting down an old friend.

Ji Rushuang was stunned, then once again operated the formation. Another bolt of black divine lightning of the nine heavens erupted from that speck of dust, striking directly upon Qi Ming's body.

As soon as he entered the private room, Li Zixiao saw Qin Xiqian holding the microphone, playfully swaying her body to the melody, pouring her voice—as gentle as a romantic piano—into every corner of the room.

"Nine Whips!" Zhang Ping's eyes split with rage as a single whip transformed into nine, lashing at Lin Song from nine different directions. The nine whip heads suddenly came to a halt around Lin Song, and no matter how hard Zhang Ping pulled, they remained completely motionless.