Chapter Forty-Eight: Eldest Aunt, There Is No One Named Feng Ling Among the Demons

Count Roger, seeing the panic and confusion among the defenders inside Pamplona, decisively ordered his entire army to mount the city walls.

When this report reached the Privy Council, all those qualified to access such intelligence had the same first reaction: impossible.

"Junior Brother Baili, there's no need to envy others. You are the most advanced Divine Pattern practitioner; you have a chance to break through to the Palace of Meridians," Tie Mengshan smiled as he patted Baili Ren on the shoulder.

Now, relying solely on natural flora and fauna to gather enough points for illumination was no longer just difficult—it was nearly impossible. One would have to assemble almost all the species on the planet to even attempt it. With things as they were, the illumination served only the purpose of identification.

"Commander, aren't you afraid I'll run away? Or report you to the Imperial Army?" The puppet soldier asked, a hint of surprise in his tone.

A seasoned veteran was worth nearly five new recruits; the difference in combat ability was immense.

New life always brings joy—it means the nation's flame will never be extinguished. Even if this generation falls in battle, the next will grow up, and like their fathers, bravely raise their rifles to say no to the invaders.

"So what now?" Hogg relaxed his brow and looked at Cheng Buyun, seeking his advice.

Suddenly, Tang Chen heard a sharp, piercing scream overhead, a sound so intense it made his scalp tingle.

Ye Xiao had just landed when thunder crashed and torrential rain poured down. The rain was scalding, almost like molten lava, a downpour hot enough to melt stone. Ye Xiao finally understood why nobody lived nearby.

The pill and salve used together gave Fei Junshuai that extreme sensation of "ice and fire" once more.

Within the Gate of Ghost Demons, Meng Xiran and the chieftain of the Ghost Demon clan, Yu Zhi, practiced dual cultivation daily. It seemed he no longer cared about his past promises to Yu Zhi, or perhaps he was waiting for the right moment.

"Are you saying this kind of fissure could collapse our world?" Fei Junshuai asked, puzzled.

With a boom, the lake monster's body exploded, a bolt of white light shooting out, and a giant marble burst from its belly.

Patriotic education had begun on Murray Star. Although results were modest, the population's recognition of the new government was slowly rising.

Even if it was the quiet uncles who rarely talked about others, the story of Ning Xiguang's family eating white flour dumplings spread throughout the village.

It was as if his body suddenly split in two—not exactly; it was the left half merging into the right, leaving only half a body behind.

Especially after seeing Xi Mengsheng kill the hope of this generation of Liu Bai Sect—the current sect leader's son, whom Ye Xiao had met as the nameless young master—the people of Liu Bai Sect were furious.

Xia Hongyuan refrained from acting against them not just because they held shares, but more importantly because of the people under their command.

Lang Zhan and his companions had long since retreated to a safe distance. When they saw the creature collapse, they relaxed, exchanging glances and seeing the lingering fear in each other's eyes.

The shadow of a claw swept fiercely, instantly tearing apart the Life and Death Decay Wave that Yang Lie had unleashed, dissipating it to nothing.

As for the building's dilapidation, Dora Daydream thought that another earthquake would surely finish off the third floor.

Had Night Demon Blade discovered the secret of the marble sooner and studied it diligently, his accomplishments would have been far greater. He wouldn't need the advantages of the Shura Realm to reach the summit, possessing a talent unmatched by most geniuses of the Thousand Saints List.

Yuan Feimo took quite a while to react, finally shaking her head, unwilling to pay attention to such matters.

Xuan Yuan Liye noticed her expression and immediately walked to the bedside, reaching out to tug at the iron chain, ready to pull with force.

Ye Mo set aside his work, realizing that figuring out his location was more important. He put down the cleaver and stepped out of the kitchen.

The bustling street was eerily quiet, and on the other side of the capital, the Martial Training Hall in the Hall of No Form was equally silent.

After Wu Ji left, Huo Biqiu injected his divine sense into the communication tablet. With a quick check, he knew it was a message from Elder Qiao. If word of his dealings with Elder Qiao ever spread, it would be disastrous for him.

After sending that message, I waited about five minutes before forwarding Qiao Ye's fake diagnosis proof to Su Han. The whole world seemed to fall silent; I could almost picture Su Han's expression on the other end of the line.

The two chickens, one for herself and one for her son, were held firmly in their hands, but in the blink of an eye, the chicken in her grasp had changed. Her son, equally confused, hadn't figured out what had happened either.

Jinling City had almost become a ghost town. A bit of quiet was to be expected, but this silence sparked an unnamed terror deep within Yang Jinxin, making her tremble uncontrollably as fear surged up.

July 21, 2 AM. Attila tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He had no idea what tomorrow might bring, nor that humanity's catastrophe was about to descend.