Chapter Fifty-One: The Reunion of Travelers Across Time and Space

The fire serpent surged with scorching waves, its massive body igniting everything in its path; in the blink of an eye, the surrounding forest blazed with crimson flames, the air thick with the scent of charred wood and the crackling sound of burning timber. The fire serpent twisted and soared in midair, flicking its tongue as it coiled toward the elder, but he evaded its attacks time and again.

Despite its failed hunts, the serpent showed no impatience. It continuously adjusted its tactics, ultimately choosing to slither rapidly just above the ground, using its enormous body to encircle the elder in tight coils. Then, just as the elder prepared to leap free from the encirclement, the fire serpent struck suddenly, its tongue aimed precisely at its foe, lashing out in a blur—the fiery tip passing so close it nearly grazed the elder’s body.

“Damn, the Eighteen Linked Array?” Only then did Feng Liuzi and the others understand why the Celestial Emperors had ignored the Heaven-Destruction Society. With such a formidable Eighteen Linked Array, even a top Celestial Emperor would need a decade or more to break through. Could it be that these walls were all false, all hollow? That beneath this ground lay countless such chambers, controlled freely by formations or mechanisms, so subtle even one’s own senses could not detect them?

At that moment, Qin Jiu reclined on a chaise lounge beside a pool of clear water, shaded by lush trees overhead, resting leisurely. If not for the hand wrapped in unsightly bandages, it would have been a scene of perfect tranquility. Above her, a sky full of stars twinkled. Her heart felt a chill—the glimmering stars reminded her of a certain someone’s predatory eyes in the night, eyes she would never see again.

Jersey was now utterly bewildered. The Chinese man before him spoke with an icy, commanding tone; his previous swagger had vanished without a trace, leaving his face flushed and speechless.

As Zhang Lan stepped up to the podium, she found the iron bucket for rice and the sieve for lunchboxes placed neatly on the desk. She wondered to herself: Who had brought them here? Surely the bucket and sieve hadn’t grown legs and walked over by themselves? She hadn’t seen anyone around before or after the flag-raising ceremony, and she hadn’t retrieved them herself. Who could have delivered them?

“Rat-tat-tat…” Bullets rained like a storm into the dining hall, shredding everything in their path—walls, tables, and chairs were reduced to flying splinters.

Demon Song’s eyes sparkled. “I haven’t tasted your cooking yet.” She pointed at Ye Xuan. “Don’t get me wrong—I’m talking about your family’s food. I heard our dashing Ye Xuan is a father now. I’ll come visit and stir things up at your place, if you don’t mind?” As she spoke, Demon Song nudged Ye Xuan’s shoulder, leaving him momentarily stunned.

“Thank you.” At that moment, Ye Xuan’s face was deathly pale, his outstretched arm trembling violently. With a sharp crack, the sleeve on his arm split apart, and only then did he withdraw it.

As expected, Sun Liaoliao and Che Langting did not retreat but instead charged forward, plunging straight into the ranks of the Alliance of Espers.

Guan Wannian and Di Chongxiao were as close as brothers. When he saw the sour expression on his companion’s face, he shot him a glance but held his tongue. He introduced the two old men standing beside Fu Ruhai: the long-faced, long-bearded one was Gu Li, and the one with joined white eyebrows was Shen Luoyan.

Suddenly, two fleshy wings trembled violently. The King of Slaughter roared in midair, his limbs splayed wide as countless gray-brown tentacles erupted from his body, stretching endlessly to blot out the sky as they reached in every direction.

After a chaotic battle, the Blood Fiend Sect suffered devastating losses—almost the entire force was wiped out, with only a handful escaping the carnage.

“T-then this is flying without a license!” Flying without a license was terrifying enough, but flying a plane so was even more so. Mi Duo stared at the not-so-white clouds outside the window and regretted her impulsive decision that morning to take a plane to the Xuanwu Base. Why had she agreed? Why, oh why?

Li Wujin had never imagined the Devouring Sky Fox would have such a temperament. At first, he endured it, but when he could endure no longer, he burst out in wild laughter.

Since a single bone could not shatter this colossus, he would try two. He refused to believe the opponent could withstand that.

At first, Elan objected to Yan Fei’s last-minute change of plans, but after Yan Fei’s persuasion, he finally agreed.