Ronan's army had already arrived, and countless energy blasts pounded against Little Wanda's magical barrier, leaving her struggling desperately to hold it up.
Just as she was about to reach her limit, a massive surge of dark energy erupted from within Rory and attached itself to the surface of Little Wanda's body.
Fueled by this new energy, Little Wanda's power skyrocketed instantly. The magical barrier rapidly expanded outward, and any enemy who touched it immediately collapsed to the ground, clutching their heads and sobbing in agony.
With a soft exhale, the burst of power left Little Wanda—
Qin Muchen's body no longer held a trace of gentleness; his hands and kisses were laced with fury, almost as if he were venting. He poured all his strength into her, while Su Nian'an forcefully suppressed her discomfort as nausea continuously churned in her stomach.
I opened my mouth, but in the end, I said nothing. Lin Yawei ignored me further, sitting quietly and drinking her beer. Five or six empty bottles already littered the floor. Her alcohol tolerance was truly impressive—even in my past life, my absolute best had been no better than this. Looking at her, she hardly seemed drunk at all.
The De Clan was not located within the city, but several miles outside of it, nestled in a sprawling estate at the foot of a mountain. Qiuxuan spotted the De Clan's manor from afar, never expecting it to be so massive. A single glance revealed that nearly half the woodland at the base of the mountain belonged to the estate.
"I can just look for the restaurant manager! He's bound to have the staff records, and we can call them back. Worst case scenario, I can go door-to-door to find them!" I turned back to give him a smile, speaking with complete calmness. I couldn't afford to fall apart right now.
Watching Li Shihan and Ye Tian walk out of the interrogation room, the police officers were clearly stunned. Seeing Ye Tian trailing behind Li Shihan looking completely unscathed, they were consumed with curiosity about what the two of them had done inside—how was it that Ye Tian walked out completely fine?
Aside from the humanoid shadow, all the figures in black were breathing heavily, as if that last attack had completely exhausted all their psychic energy.
Qin Muchen let her hold him without stopping his movements. She lay quietly against him, not saying a word. Time seemed to stand still as warm sunlight streamed in, and she closed her eyes again, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
"Hmph." Too lazy to say anything more, she turned away with an indifferent expression and walked straight into the house.
"Young Master Ouyang? What brings you to my humble place today?" At that moment, a middle-aged man in a black suit looked at Ouyang Hui in surprise.
The military could no longer sit idly by and was forced to temporarily halt troop reinforcements. To humanity's shock, the seal of the Underworld stabilized as a result. This effectively handed the initiative over to the beast legions; the relationship between the two sides was now akin to nuclear-armed states versus non-nuclear states, with the Underworld seal serving as the beasts' nuclear weapon.
"Mr. Lin, I am..." Midway through the banquet, a burly white man who looked to weigh at least two hundred pounds eagerly stood up to speak. He was a true middle-aged uncle, with a face full of thick, bushy beard and a pair of glasses.
He commanded nearly one hundred thousand employees, controlled the world's most influential conglomerate, and his New World players numbered in the hundreds of millions.
Dong Ru first looked down at her clothes in a daze for a long time before she finally snapped out of it and stared in astonishment at the figure in the mirror.
When your heart aches to the point of numbness, how could there be any other emotions left? Not wanting to stay here and be an eyesore, only to become the butt of everyone's jokes, she slowly raised her head and looked toward Wei Qilang.
Later, the government realized something was wrong and began popularizing tap water systems in rural areas specifically to minimize villagers' exposure to contaminated groundwater. Drinking bleached tap water might not taste great, but it was still far better than drinking the polluted groundwater pumped out by manual wells.
With a low boom, a burst of frost materialized. Plunged deep into boundless, dead silence and despair, Bao Jie snapped back from his stupor with a sharp shiver, his glazed eyes clearing. Although a hint of terror still lingered on his face, his expression was no longer rigid.
Watching that lonely figure, she had clearly done nothing wrong back then, yet she took all the blame upon herself. How long would she have to carry that self-reproach before she could finally find release? Watching her live such a forced and unnatural life while being utterly powerless to help, he hated this helpless version of himself—the version that could only watch her suffer in silent grief.