Chapter 102: The Great War Commences
The Zen sect had established the “Lankavatara Avatara Great Formation,” which not only countered the resurrection abilities of the corpse domain but also suppressed the strength of the living corpses within a certain range. However, once the Immovable Golden Lotus was removed, the “Lankavatara Avatara Great Formation” vanished. Not only would the attacking living corpses at Yanwei Pass grow stronger, but new living corpses would also emerge behind the pass due to the influence of the corpse domain. At that time, Yanwei Pass would face a pincer attack from front and rear. Could it be defended? “No.” After much contemplation, Baili Hongzuo could not devise a solution and resorted to this desperate measure as a last-ditch effort.
The Snow Lord naturally sensed the gaze but, upon looking, his eyes radiated a wave of pressure that was gently dissipated by the Iron Armor. “It’s nothing, bye-bye~” Jiang Haoran greeted Zhang Yiyuan before heading back to the players’ corridor. Today’s press conference would be handled by Leonard.
As soon as the words fell, half of the traitors had already appeared on the other side of the timeline, leaving Lu Xiaoxiao feeling powerless on his behalf. As for certain non-essential supplies, there was no need to even consider them—not to mention poppy, it was simply impossible to prepare such things, and even if one tried, those items would never be aboard the warship.
Time passed as the two played their game, evenly matched. Playing with the captured pieces in his hand, Saru’s admiration grew deeper. If she were truly allowed to command troops in battle, apart from himself, perhaps no one in Hittite could surpass her—she would be an outstanding general.
In that brief moment of distraction, Ye Zhiyu suddenly shoved Liang Hong aside and snatched a chair, wildly swinging it at him.
“Anyone can defeat us, but we never gave up. No one believed we could come this far, so we must remain optimistic and believe in ourselves,” said Raptors head coach Casey after the game.
“You’re all crazy!” Liu Xuefei looked back to see eleven vehicles following closely, Land Rovers and Mercedes vying for second place as if filming a movie.
Meiyang wore a tattered red robe stained by the passage of time. The glaring yin-yang bagua symbol was stitched onto the clothing. A purple longsword and a faded yellow whisk were slung on either side, with a gray cloth pouch hanging at the waist.
In an instant, the soul talisman in Lei Yu’s hand shattered. At the same time, Lei Yu clearly sensed everything about Mu Huo—whenever Lei Yu willed it, he could control Mu Huo’s life and death.
These men were subordinates of “Ink Fragrance Swordsman” Xie Yueshu, for this was Xie’s main camp.
The sudden upheaval was even more unexpected than the earlier confrontation with Spear King Lü Feiyang. Although Ansabu and Caesar were nearby, the lightning-fast events left them momentarily stunned. By the time they reacted, Gongben Mumu was already in a sorry state.
When Cheng Lingzhi left the intensive care unit, she was still unconscious, even wearing an oxygen mask and pale-faced. Situ Hao Yu sat beside her bed, reaching out to touch her face, feeling its coolness.
The following days passed. After handling Father Han’s funeral arrangements, Mother Han insisted on returning to her hometown—the very place where, at seventeen, she had met the man she loved most. Han Ling could not stop her and had no choice but to see her off.
Without hesitation, Iron Snake said, “Let’s go. They already know we’re tracking from behind. I’m afraid if we don’t show up, they’ll mistreat Sister-in-law. So no matter what, we must go meet them.” Iron Snake looked resolutely at Bald Strong.
“Yang Shimin, give me back my bowls and chopsticks. I’m a patient now, okay? If you don’t let me eat, my body will grow weak. How will you take responsibility then? I’m warning you—if you don’t feed me, you’ll regret it,” Shangguan Ao said bluntly.
Could she attend Yang Xiu Jie’s business gathering? She wanted to go—to speak with Yang Xiu Jie properly.