Volume 1, Chapter 53: A Dormant Dead Rift?

Spatial rifts not only emit spiritual energy but also release spatial beasts and alien tribes.

In the early stages of spiritual energy resurgence, numerous beasts and aliens emerged, bringing great calamity to humanity.

By modern times, however, their numbers had suddenly and sharply declined.

A pale yellow sword aura shot forth from the “Vital Energy Slash.” Though not as grand as the sword auras wielded by others, it struck the demonic wolf, leaving a deep wound that exposed bone. The wolf could no longer endure, swaying twice before collapsing motionless to the ground.

“Don’t let a single remnant of the Yinmu Sect escape! Spare none! If they refuse to live as humans and wish to be dogs, then we shall grant their wish!” Sun Zhidong charged forward first.

Just as the elves were preparing to retreat, another scout returned to the camp.

Even with the flames of the Phoenix of Immortality, King Zhou still felt as if his body had entered an ice cellar; a chill spread through him, a bone-deep coldness that stiffened his limbs.

“Alright, the car will be yours to drive from now on. But today, I’ll take the wheel. You haven’t been to where I live yet,” Watson said.

Watson took only a few seconds to diagnose the pulse perfectly. Yet Meng Yuejun firmly believed Watson was deliberately bluffing—no matter how skilled, even the best traditional doctors in the clinic could not read a pulse that quickly.

Setting aside the outdated registers from Meizhou, Zhao Yuan mainly sought to understand the current land distribution there. These old, obsolete records revealed little useful information. It would be necessary to wait for personnel from Danling to arrive, then combine that with maps brought from the future to start anew.

Having safely crossed the marsh, the four continued onward, only to soon discover they had entered a dense forest.

The high-level and top-tier Martial God Realm warriors surrounding them, seeing the vast empty hall, immediately realized the situation.

A mysterious spiritual talisman flew from Watson’s hand, gradually expanding in the void before plunging directly into the massive creature’s body.

Since the first descent into the arena, if there was anything left that I stubbornly held on to, it was likely just this. I could let go of the mysteries and cast aside the fog of confusion, but some things are impossible to retreat from forever.

Adventurers capable of subduing fire-element supreme mounts are no ordinary beings. Elwis truly believed that, although Fain was strong, he was by no means a match for this particular adventurer.

Everything inside the room was fixed and immovable—the walls, ceiling, floor, and all within absorbed no sound, perfectly reflecting every gunshot. The volume was terrifying. Gu Qili, closest to the gun, was left ringing in the ears from the noise.

Next, a tug-of-war unfolded within the narrow tunnel. Xiuxiu, caught in the midst, felt as if she were being torn apart. Both sides wielded immense power, and every exposed patch of her skin burned fiercely with pain. At that moment, something passed under her armpit.

The glowing point was some distance from me. Then, as if contagious, the light rapidly spread in circles and layers downward until even the top of my head was illuminated.

Ships flying the Japanese flag became noticeably more numerous. Qi Yu looked at this stubbornly clinging banner with discomfort, frowning. Whether merchant vessels, cargo ships, or warships, he could not bear to see them—it was like having sand in his eyes.

Yet he did not believe Mo Wuji was a coward. Mo Wuji had even dared to speak up for Kushai in front of him; how could he then be timid before Pu Yin?

Feng Jinghe frowned slightly, seemingly bearing a very unpleasant memory of that day. Just thinking about it involuntarily brought a look of disdain to his face.