51 Fifty-One Whales

Returning to the general's mansion, Ge Ying threw his bronze sword onto the floor and stripped off his leather armor himself before walking back to the map. He swept his gaze across it frantically, yet he simply could not figure out any strategy to withstand Chen Sheng's army of one hundred and seventy thousand.

Could he not even compare to a genuine Liu Niang, let alone a clumsy, imitation Liu Niang mimicking someone else's walk?

"I have no other intentions. We agreed on fifty million, and not a single coin can be missing! Otherwise..." Li Ming said, looking at the City Lord of Qingye with a playful smile.

Seeing this, Shen Yi rushed forward regardless of everyone's attempts to stop him. The instant he caught Elder Tianxuan, his own body was slammed heavily against the floor by the sheer force of the impact.

He embraced the experience and advantages of the "lower races." It could be said that his appearance transformed the traditions of elven society, causing the elves to gradually cast aside their excessive arrogance and integrate into the great family of all intelligent races on the Faelwy Continent.

Outside the door, a figure suddenly appeared, concealed within the shadows. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be none other than Ren Wuqing, the current sect master of the Blood-Coagulation Sect.

Upon hearing of Li Ming's ordeal, the captain of the arrest squad felt profound sympathy, for their own Thunder Capital had also nearly been annihilated by the Crimson Flame Immortal Sect.

As such a joyous celebration unfolded and the duel was about to resume, dawn was approaching and little time remained. From the side of the Demonic Cult, Qin Daoyi, who had not yet made a move, flew directly forward and explicitly challenged Gu Yufeng of the Mount Shushan Sect.

Seeing this, Li Ming felt entirely reassured. Convinced that the Immortal Emperor Fengtian was up to some trickery, he cast a meaningful glance at Ye Wudao.

Immediately afterward, within a radius of several hundred zhang between him and Su Moxu, all the spiritual energy began to fluctuate violently.

Mother Xiao was caught between laughter and tears, and hurriedly placed a few more pieces of fish onto her husband's plate. He had been extremely busy with work lately, so he truly needed to nourish his body properly.

As expected, Zhang Changlong was completely fine. It turned out that he had been following far behind Luo Lie earlier; although he could not keep up for long, he had coincidentally stumbled upon a pile of bear feces. As a hunter, Zhang Changlong felt extremely curious, especially since Flying Eagle Fortress was densely populated, and the presence of a roaming bear could potentially pose a danger to the local residents.

Thanks to having slain a sufficient number of those demonized monsters earlier, a concentrated breath of vital life force had been gathered, which was enough to stabilize the injuries of the pockmarked face. However, by transferring this breath of life, half of Wang Jun's previous hard-fought efforts were rendered in vain.

Ten days later, at a specific moment, the mysterious organization would launch an assault against him. First, a large number of Class-A powerhouses would arrive to fight and pin down the combat strength of the Gene Guild, followed by a massive ultra-long-range bombardment, with an estimated tens of thousands of various attacks raining down upon Chen Feng.

Lan Ximei walked up to Luo Lie, gave him a kick, and said, "Stop playing dead and get up!" Of course, she had heard Xiao Tianxing's command ordering her not to strike; although the final two blows carried a terrifying momentum, they posed no actual threat whatsoever.

These evil entities would breed other monsters—for instance, those crimson eyes were spawned by the core body of the Eye of Death.

The true duty of the Grim Reaper was to ensure the smooth progression of the cycle of death, preventing souls from being stolen or exploited by others after passing away.

Unlike before, the entire world was now enveloped in a hazy, invisible layer that could only be seen, not touched, and certainly not entered.

Inside the floating city of Yarantir, the Prophet Ankara suddenly realized that she had completely lost her ability to control the floating city.

Looking at the city of Biche, where warriors clad in light armor bustled back and forth, Xie Yeyu once again wondered if all of this was a dream. He had actually entered this legendary gaming world, and every single thing here felt utterly unbelievable.

To the east of Xingning Town lay a street about fifty meters long, dedicated to vendors trading meat, vegetables, fruits, and other agricultural produce.

"Sulfur Flame, the divine artifact—Source of Fire Bead, which can also be called 'scorching bitches to death without a penalty.' That's right, it's specifically designed to roast those ambush-loving dogs with itchy hands!" said the jacketed man fiercely, seemingly venting the dissatisfaction pent up in his heart.

Each of the thousand golden swords exceeded a hundred meters in length, their sword lights sweeping horizontally, causing many array foundations to completely shatter just by being grazed by the edge of the blade's glare.

Deep in the night with few pedestrians about, the streets of Jiuyao City had extinguished all lights except for wine shops and brothels. A solitary figure leaped agilely across the uneven rooftops, occasionally vanishing into the shadows to evade the patrolling soldiers.

The towering spire and the Snow Ice Fortress rang out simultaneously with a sharp cry, as countless laws were rapidly shattered, only to be reborn through the reinforcement of their internal energy. Meanwhile, the two unprepared Santus of the Katu race had their metal-like bodies split open soundlessly, bursting into crystalline specks of light.

The torrent of spear-like water currents had not yet spent its momentum, and instead hurled Niu Dehua's corpse all the way up to the ceiling with a resounding crash. With a thunderous boom, some unfortunate shop's cement partition was smashed through by a pair of sturdy bull horns, propelling the entire carcass back to the surface and sending the locals into a chaotic frenzy.

After lasting nearly an hour, the bustling mess hall gradually quieted down. Once the peak of dinner hour had passed, the kitchen workers, exhausted like dogs, finally found a moment of leisure and began to eat their own supper.

Chen Xuan's current cultivation was at the peak of the Heavenly Gang realm; under such circumstances, no matter how much immortal essence he absorbed, it was impossible for his power to break through the shackles of the Heavenly Gang realm.

At this thought, Long Yang, lying in the snow, twitched the corners of his mouth and fell still once more. His thoughts remained immersed in the great mountains, for the mountains held too many memories and too many unsolved mysteries for him.

"Soul-Falling Feather Silk," Ye Tianxing fixed his gaze on the white ball of silk before him, then tightly clenched it in his palm.

Yet it had one major drawback: for an ordinary person to use the Substitution Technique, let alone deceiving someone of higher cultivation, even trying to fool someone of lower cultivation was exceedingly difficult.

Now that this situation had come to pass, since I took over my grandfather's affairs, I ought to be responsible for this matter as well.

"You'll know in a moment! I'll let our General Manager Zhang get up and move around a bit first!" Lu Tong said.

"It's not as exaggerated as you make it sound." I smiled. Just as I was laughing happily, I realized that ever since Jiang Ke's death, I hadn't felt this happy in a long time. Lowering my head once more, I glanced at my own fingers.