Chapter 165: A Fledgling Consciousness

The sun rose, reaching high noon, and cast down scorching, blazing rays of light.

Following the attack by that initial batch of imps, a succession of low-tier demons flew over from time to time.

Their numbers were small, totaling fewer than fifty. The faerie dragon's breath had wiped out all the demons and monsters lingering near the edge of the demonic tide, so these newly arrived demons had flown in from much further away.

After eliminating the first wave of imps, Videl opened the doors, allowing the physical bodies of ten elven skeletons and thirty archers—

Xiaoyu looked at her still somewhat pale complexion, recalling how she had almost knocked herself to death just to open the stone door and rescue him. This deep affection was truly touching and proved that she was entirely trustworthy. Most importantly, she had already figured it out, and further concealment was no longer possible.

"Are you more familiar with your husband, or with my father?" Hearing these words, everyone could not help but be slightly startled, turning their heads to look at Wulang not far away. It was only at this moment that some people noticed how Wulang's facial features bore a striking resemblance to those of the Wu family head.

"The Buddha saves all living beings!" Wuxin roared with a sudden explosion of sound, his beard and hair flying in the air. Despite his fierce appearance and monstrous murderous intent, a bizarre flow of Buddhist light emanated from him, giving off a profound sense of universal compassion and sorrow for the world.

Seeing this, the Red Wolf chieftain's subordinate pulled a roll of gauze from his bag and swiftly wrapped up the chieftain's wound in a matter of moments. Afterward, the group walked toward the innermost room.

A white SUV sped along the winding mountain road, taking sharp turns with consecutive drifts. Directly beneath the mountain road was a bottomless abyss.

People were curious to know what kind of divine figure could be so bold as to spend fifty million to win an embroidery piece and bid such an exorbitant, astronomical price.

"Master, how are you? It's all Tanya's fault for causing trouble for you." Cai Tanya wore a look of utter self-reproach. This was entirely her mess, and if anything happened to her master, she was prepared to not live either.

"With our lives entrusted to each other, what need is there for thanks?" Liu Qingyan murmured, repeating these words.

Not long after, the entire Greater Heavenly Realm was thrown into turmoil. Aside from the Eternal Heavenly Realm of the ninety-ninth tier, the rest of the Greater Heavenly Realm, which had enjoyed general peace for nearly ten thousand years, began to experience cross-realm warfare.

"These are..." Upon opening the contents of the disk, everyone present was deeply moved by what they saw.

"Next is my turn. Equipment change! Armor of the Flame Emperor!" Toria declared, instantly changing her attire to transform into the blazing red Armor of the Flame Emperor! Surging with intense waves of scorching heat, she raised her sword of flames and slashed forward with a single strike! An intimidating, torrential dragon of fire roared as it surged across.

"Goodbye, Ryūun. May we never meet again." Facing so many IQ-enhanced creatures, the Golden Lion found himself increasingly outmatched. With a casual wave of his hand, he executed a turning counterattack and flew off into the distance.

Therefore, her posture and tone remained haughty, yet she nevertheless pointed out the right direction for the other party during their exchange.

However, as soon as Feng Yu picked up his phone and dialed Xingchen's number, the device was snatched away by a doctor who had just walked in.

A chilling object was suddenly thrust into her hands, startling Xingchen into taking two steps back, only to find Feng Yu closing in on her step by step.

Secrets gnawed at the human heart like ants; the more mysterious he acted, the more anxious she felt inside. Thus, the drowsiness she had felt just a moment ago suddenly vanished entirely.

"Self-regeneration," Reiger commanded with a sneer. If Latias could not be finished off in a single instant, all attacks would be meaningless.

Fresh blood splattered against the walls, staining the entire room a vivid crimson. Numerous tragic shrieks echoed within, though they barely carried outside thanks to the room's excellent soundproofing.

The demons were fierce and belligerent; Uengi's few provocative words were like dropping a spark into a dangerous powder keg, and immediately several sturdy demons leaped onto the stage, eager to beat Uengi to a pulp.

As expected of a renowned general of the Tang Dynasty, even amidst panic, he issued the most advantageous orders possible for his army.

If a course taught by such a teacher were to attract only a handful of listeners, perhaps they would feel a deep sense of regret. Now, seeing the numbers before their eyes, they let out long sighs of relief—these were the figures that truly ought to have appeared.