Chapter 48: The Gate of Life and Death, a Microcosm?

After finally getting an opportunity, he charged forward with the snake catcher, striking at the serpent several times. This only enraged the snake, which swiftly turned with the catcher and lunged to bite him.

“Let’s inform the chieftain first,” Nandou tugged at Yōu, worried that the latter might recklessly seek out those four mysterious shadow operatives.

Old Paul could only offer a wry smile, clueless as to why Gregory was being beaten. For now, he had no choice but to feign an honest and upright demeanor.

Turner pressed on with suspicion, locking eyes with Rooney, his chilling murderous intent unmistakable—a clear warning of the consequences of lying.

Zhi Shui slowly lifted a mask and placed it over his face, then spoke in a cold tone.

As the dragon pearl was absorbed, the turtle monster’s vitality vanished completely; all signs of life faded away.

“Me?” Aidan raised his arm as he spoke. On his left arm, a blood dragon writhed freely, sliding into his chest and circling his right arm as if alive.

This slight incline was essentially flat ground to the subterranean races, whose strength generally exceeded the fourth tier. In other words, without the advantage of terrain, how many legions did it really take to hold the line?

Luyou understood now why the second-in-command had said he had only one month for emergency training. The month between the end of the special forces competition and the start of the death tournament was reserved exclusively for team training.

I quickly reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling it away. But Dingxiang still struggled to move her hand onto my thigh, and so our hands tussled vigorously beneath the table.

Geng Haoshi mustered his courage and pinched the envelope that Zhu Di had dropped to the ground between his thumb and forefinger.

“I need to seek approval on this. As long as the higher-ups agree, I have no objections,” Chen Xiaodong replied softly and carefully.

I stood dazed on the playground for a while before coming to my senses and immediately calling Huang Yujiao.

“How does Her Majesty feel?” Chu Yunjian asked calmly, lifting a cup of tea, blowing on it, and taking a gentle sip.

Li Jiye, observing her expression, could easily guess what she was imagining.

Suddenly, the man’s expression shifted from blank to ecstatic, then swiftly to overwhelming shame.

Zhou Xiao didn’t aim properly, venting his anger by firing three careless shots at me and the young man.

“Keep that smile from earlier all day tomorrow, until you clock out,” he snorted coldly, turning to get into his car, waiting for the delivery of what he had requested.

With a dragon’s roar, the demon dragon thrashed its massive body, swelling rapidly until it had at least doubled in size.

Each trial was indeed more powerful than the last. Every time an item was taken, the next challenge intensified.

His body trembled slightly, shattering the ice that had encased him; shards scattered as he was freed. Liu Yi’s figure flickered as he dashed toward the coldest area sensed by his spiritual perception.

Whenever the mysterious spiritual arts attacked, he would always act a step ahead, cutting off their roots before they could manifest their power. It was much like the method he used months ago when killing Yuan Tong—then relying on profound talisman mastery, whereas Duan Yun now relied on extraordinary intuition.

“You at least have some self-awareness. Without the title of Lord of the Tribe, no matter how skilled you are, you’re courting death,” Han Dulong sneered.

One young man pressed his body firmly against a cabinet, questioning an older man beside him.

“The sect!” Lu Yu’s pupils constricted sharply. Could it be that the sect had discovered Moran’s constitution and forcibly kept him close?

The bald man spoke, then looked back to see his subordinates taking several steps away. He cursed inwardly; whenever danger arose, they were always this eager to act while he, the leader, had yet to move. He promised to discipline them properly once back.

Only then did the two realize they were in a hospital, sheepishly lying back down. After the nurse left, Yuan Kai finally spoke.

Kong Qi smiled faintly. “An auction will unveil many treasures—pills that aid breakthrough, weapons that multiply one’s power, various manuals and rare artifacts. That’s why you were sought out upon hearing about this auction.”

The chieftain’s face was twisted with anger, shouting at something unknown. Warriors in the tribe raised their spears, ready for a blood-soaked battle to the end.

Though suspicious, he kept silent. Liu Zicheng’s temper was volatile now; he preferred not to tempt fate. Frankly, if Bai Yan hadn’t instructed him before coming, he would have gone solo long ago.

“Leader Jiang, your son’s bloodline is remarkable; his future achievements may surpass yours,” Cang Jianli observed Jiang Hu.

At that moment, everyone’s attention shifted from the Tang father and son to the black-clad security guard on the ground.

Suddenly, a silver-white light flared and grew brighter and brighter, like a divine sun rising from the abyss, casting radiant beams wildly.

The Yiqi warriors of the Fanglei tribe emerged from the defensive formation to join the battle. This was a fight for survival, a battle for honor. Every cultivator held their pride; even if they fell, they would not flee cowardly.

“Also, now that our team has grown, with over a dozen battle groups mixed together, I think it’s necessary to reorganize temporarily to unleash greater combat power,” Mu Sen deliberated to the many captains.

He did not conceal the repeated foreign surprise attacks, openly stating he possessed a large-capacity ring space. Moreover, all thirty-six Heavenly Gang members had one, though with varying capacities. He also described the effects of the Gene One physical repair serum.

“Zishuo! Enough!” The burly man leading them grabbed Xu Zishuo, dark-faced, and sat down with several men in another corner.

Guo Anxi, puzzled, went to the cafeteria and witnessed Tang Wei feeding medicine by mouth.

Except for internal personnel from the Doomsday Financial Development Company, only two thousand defenders remained in the safety zone—drawn entirely from the northern city guard and the top ten Evolutionary Legions. The rest had been reorganized into the Rescue Army.

After these three classmates’ suggestions were dismissed, no one dared offer immature opinions again.

As for the ten percent so-called ‘service fee,’ everyone, including Chun Sanniang, was automatically filtered out.