Chapter 65: Of All Times

Within the blood-red mist, although spiritual awareness could not penetrate everything, visibility remained surprisingly clear.

Hu Qiyan swung his blade into empty air once more and instantly knew disaster was imminent. He rapidly pulled back his weapon to defend himself, but the murderous sword qi had already closed in right before him, aiming directly for his pristine head.

Standing aside, Wang Yizhou and Li Guihua were unaware of the true situation. Seeing Lu Feiyang frown, they assumed he was pondering the nature of Wang Yizhou's work and exchanged a knowing smile.

Only Zhao Hongde and the Grand Elder remained in the vast council chamber, both harboring unconcealed fury in their eyes.

Without drawing further metal threads, Liang Dong waved his hand and tossed the wire in his grasp into the air. The threads fluttered up and down, weaving together like a flying dragon tracing an exquisite arc. When they settled, a delicate long whip materialized in mid-air.

Azure-blue astral force coated three battle blades, carrying a piercing whistle as they violently ripped through the void toward the werewolf.

A distortion rippled through the fabric of space, and immediately after, a beam of light radiating the aura of an Ancestral Witch burst forth from the warped spacetime, plunging directly into Liu Hao's body.

"Nothing is impossible. Look, this is the divine spark of that fellow Collins, the God of Light," Wang Biao said, producing the divine spark of Collins. The spark shimmered with a faint golden luster while faintly emanating the unique pressure of a Sovereign God, instilling a deep, soul-level fear.

"Bright? Who is Bright?" Sophie asked with a strange expression. Weren't there only the three of them here? Where on earth did another fellow named Bright pop out from?

Once the pitch-black blood was forced out and the wound gradually turned red, Lin Xifan stemmed the bleeding, instructed Fu Yuhao to clean the injury, and applied medicine before bandaging it.

Wu You took a sip of the wine handed to her by Nanshan. Had she not known Xiao Zhan thoroughly enough, she surely would have rushed to the very front lines of the gossip.

After completing their investigation of the scene, the police departed, and tranquility returned to the hallway. Yet, this floor felt even more eerily silent today than usual.

"I am your older sister, little brother. What is wrong with you? You aren't running a fever, are you?" With that, she reached out to feel his forehead.

Gusli did not stop Liu Yu's wandering hands. She was genuinely terrified; in a ghost-like place where giant crocodiles of that scale had appeared, who knew what else lurked in the deep sea.

Hearing this, Ye Zhiyuan's expression darkened. He picked up a cigar from the side and lit it.

Ultimately, after a fierce battle, those powerhouses of the Blood God Empire still proved no match for the united forces of the fourth-ranked alliance under heaven.

Witnessing the sudden appearance of the two groups, not only did Xiao Long's heart sink, but even Waming narrowed his eyes, to say nothing of the other three.

The two conversed as they walked inward, every sentence revealing tightly guarded secrets. Regrettably, Aochen was not present; otherwise, he surely could have deduced the truth.

Pushing back the black hooded cloak, he revealed a handsome man with a mane of golden hair. His handsomeness was no less than Waming's, and the imposing aura he carried was by no means inferior to Waming's, perhaps even fractionally more formidable.

Having twice burned Liu Yu to death, why had he appeared once more? How were they supposed to fight someone who refused to stay dead even after being burned like that?

Had it been any other day, Nian Xin might have detected the faint breathing within the room, but now, burdened by pregnancy and weary from arduous travel, she remained utterly oblivious to the anomaly.

Among Kou Shizhi's five disciples, the eldest, Qian Haoran, held an aversion to Yan Jiaojiao; the second, Lin Maonian, treated her with indifference; the third, Lu Chenyan, was disliked by Yan Jiaojiao; and the fourth, Chen Shaoyou, treated her the best. It was rumored the two had once been betrothed, though that falsehood was easily debunked by the fact that Chen Shaoyou married Shang Qingyue.

He had never expected that Blackwa would hold onto this matter all along, regarding him as a lifesaver and placing almost unconditional trust in him. This loyalty deeply moved him. At the time, he had felt the impulse to reveal himself and meet Blackwa, but knowing the consequences of doing such a thing, he had restrained himself.

Before Feng Xin could take action, Liu Yue unexpectedly brought up the matter of entering the inner palace earlier that day. Feng Xin had no choice but to halt in disappointment and quickly rein in his thoughts.

Upon finishing, the surrounding villagers remained half-sceptical, finding the tale too unbelievable. The crucial point was that Brother Biao had vanished without a trace, leaving no human witnesses, and cattle could not speak. How could anyone simply believe a one-sided account?

Ouyang Qianlong spoke thus, but the very next second, she was utterly stunned by Ouyang Lian's words. Caught entirely off guard by the abrupt statement, Ouyang Qianlong found herself completely at a loss.

The elderly police officer brushed his sleeve in irritation and walked into his office. Fang Lian watched him leave, nodding continuously while the smile on her face refused to fade, looking both pathetic and ridiculous.

Bizarrely, the bolt of lightning striking the cube had no destructive effect; instead, the cube absorbed the lightning, and now its entire surface crackled with stored electrical current.

"Who on earth are you? Just what kind of person are you?" Liu Wu suddenly muttered to himself, his expression bewildered and his gaze unfocused, as though he had drifted into a dream, lost and absent-minded.

He smiled. His vision had blurred the previous day and plunged into darkness today, never to recover even a flicker of light. He knew that from this moment onward, there would be no more light for his eyes.

This was an open-air hot spring, with the water channeled directly from the mountains—a completely pristine and natural spring.