Chapter 82: The Most Powerful Force

"Very well, with Master Zhao stationed at Nine Suns Mountain, should there be any unusual movement from Jiang Chen’s side, we will receive intelligence at once!"

"Except for Master Zhao, every other leader from the various factions has gathered here; the old Jiang family… it’s time for their annihilation!"

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The personal guards had already gone ahead to negotiate. When Li Yu arrived at the city gate, the drawbridge was lowered, and General Lin Jian, who commanded thirty thousand troops here, came out to greet him.

His opponent was a creature with a monkey-like face and the body of a gray, long-haired wolf. This body was riddled with countless lines and holes of blood; any movement larger than a twitch would tear open the wounds, revealing decaying flesh beneath.

Judging by America’s mobilization of forces for a large-scale confrontation, their invasion of Grenada would still take some time, though when hostilities would actually commence, Guo Zhuocheng found it impossible to predict.

He had thought that when facing a Supreme, even if he couldn’t defeat them, at least he could hold them off for a while. Working with others, it should be possible to drive him back or even kill him. But when Lin Feng truly confronted the Supreme, he realized his assumptions had been sorely lacking.

The assassin abandoned Feng Yingying and turned to face Lin Tiansheng, his face filled with disbelief.

This time, the injuries weren’t severe, mostly superficial wounds. After a few days of rest, Li Yu could get up and practice boxing again. However, given his current physical condition, he could only manage the Tai Chi he had learned during his university days in his previous life.

They dug deep, wide trenches, and constructed layered pits reinforced with thick steel plates and timber. The troop shelters, in particular, were topped with at least three layers of steel and three layers of wood, each separated by a thick layer of sand.

Fortunately, Meng Ruxue arrived just in time, otherwise, even if Long Qing managed to escape, he would have been gravely wounded.

It was for this reason that the sage Sun Wu had such disdain for siege warfare, which is so wasteful in every respect.

Feng Shan had originally wanted to firmly declare that Gao Maisui and Feng Jun were impossible, but seeing Bai Xiu Yue’s aggrieved, downcast expression, she found herself unable to say it outright.

Xue between the brows saw thirty million gold coins in her account, bit her lip, raised her eyes to look at Huang Di, and expressed her gratitude once more.

He swung his blade casually, and in Fang Zhu’s incredulous gaze, struck precisely at the tip of his sword. There was a snap, and the long sword broke in two, clattering to the ground.

Shangguan Luoying and the others wouldn’t intervene, but they couldn’t disobey their master either. So they pretended nothing had happened, turning a blind eye.

If it weren’t for Qing Ziye’s team being highly skilled—and their vigilance heightened after several attacks—they wouldn’t have made it into the demon realm at all. Before reaching Fengdu, the three of them would have ended up in the netherworld.

Though Wei Baoxin had never wanted to admit it, she knew deep down that her father, Wei Qinghe, was gravely at fault in this matter.

The giant dragon stretched a thousand meters long, its scales all jet black, gleaming with an oily luster. Its eyes, however, burned with a blood-red brilliance, vivid and dripping, as if drenched in countless streams of blood—truly unsettling to behold.

At the end of the day, to gain more detailed data and information, more hands are needed. To support more people, one must seek out more business.

"Go home and see your parents. Tomorrow at this time, you won’t be able to see them for three months," Fang Sen’s tone softened, a smile returning to his face.

Hearing Geng Zhiqiang’s words, Lu Tong’s face turned a furious shade of purple. She wanted nothing more than to take a knife and hack the beast in front of her to pieces.