Chapter Ninety-Five: Underground Works (3/5)

After the stones had been gathered up, Mia returned to her little bed to rest.

It seemed she was close to digesting the necromancer’s soul fragments; whether she could learn any spells remained to be seen.

Mia’s talent for magic was clearly extraordinary. She was one of those legendary prodigies born for sorcery.

Up to now, she had received no instruction of any kind.

Yet the magic she released on her own could freeze a glacier, and she had even learned to wield what she had devoured.

By the faint gray light of dawn, he sat slumped against the grave, exhausted beyond measure, his eyes vacant as he awaited death’s arrival.

Outside the wall of spiritual power, the scene erupted at once, and many of the students, even the most formidable among them, cried out in astonishment.

Nangong Ningyue and Huang Jian stood upon the high platform, watching the disciples below drill and practice, exchanging words from time to time.

Partway there, Ouyang Yaotian took his leave of Li Xuanyuan. He did not insist on keeping the two of them with him. After all, there were still uncertainties involved. They might be allies in words, but who knew what plans lay hidden in their hearts.

Xiao Qian was so enraged that tears streamed down her face; before long, she had been driven to tears. At that moment, Long Yang could bear it no longer. He leaped onto the platform and stood in front of Xiao Qian.

Soon after, the fabled, overwhelming headmaster came in, and the moment he entered the room, his eyes locked with mine.

If Su Yi had been here at this moment, he would certainly have recognized several familiar faces, among them Gong Qi and Jian Wuxue of the Divine Sword Sect, as well as Liu Xiaohu of the Azure Sky Sect.

After merging with the mystic body, one takes part of its power for oneself. Once one’s strength reaches the twelfth rank, the mystic body and its user become almost inseparable; only by fully fusing with it can one break through into the realm just below a sovereign.

No sooner had the words fallen than the figure vanished from where he stood. In the span of a breath, he appeared on the arena, lifted the unconscious Wang Pojun into his arms, and cast a cold look at the handsome Daoist in the blue-and-purple robe opposite him. He held that man in his gaze for a long moment, then turned and departed.

At that very moment, the thunderclouds gathered with frantic speed, like a whirling vortex. The vortex drew inward with violent force, and the surging bolts of lightning slowly coiled and rolled, like a sleeping dragon. Its stillness and its might were both overwhelming, as though the end of the world itself had come.

What secrets could that conceptual submarine, scheduled to sail out for training and testing, possibly be hiding, to warrant such grave attention from the three most powerful nations on earth?

It seemed they were waiting here for the young master of Blood Spirit Mountain, Blood Soul, and so Wang Tian led Huo Shan to stroll leisurely about Azure Cloud Pavilion.

A human had come here to steal a map, and had even notified them in advance. So there were fools like that in the Dark Lands after all.

After glancing around, I lifted the tent flap, pushed inside, and made my way to the center of the tent.

Zhou Mei could in fact be considered a second-generation rich girl. Her father, Zhou Jieming, was a well-known entrepreneur in the city of Harbor South and ranked second on the wealth list of the entire nation of Zhong.

Her father had always hoped she would enter a prestigious university to study economics and management, so that she could one day take over his place.

The two elders in black and white raised their hands almost at the same instant, each sending out a beam of radiance like a bolt of lightning, slashing fiercely toward the streak of black light that came hurtling in.

“All right, no more said. I need to organize our people and continue the counterattack. Over the next few days, I will launch attacks on Unifying the Rivers and the Animal Park,” said Dragon Flying Snow as she came over.

After that, we began chatting about things unrelated to the army. At that moment, I saw someone from the company heading our way. Though we knew he was one of our own comrades, as sentries, we had to fulfill our duty.

Because that afternoon, during repeated drills, I had been running too hard and slipped, straining the muscle in my thigh.

A shell exploded in the infantry’s advancing formation. Shrapnel scattered in every direction, bringing down many soldiers. Direct fire from machine guns and rifles struck some of them as well. Bodies fell to the ground; those who were not yet dead writhed there in agony. The infantry suffered casualties.