Chapter 81: The Death of Zhang Yan

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Above the mountain ridges.

Amidst the red rocks.

The wind carried a faint scent of blood, a lingering trace from the corpses that had once perished at the hands of the young demon king Bifang, their remains seeping into the soil. Even after thirty years, the odor had not entirely faded.

On a high platform, Zhang Yan sat on the ground, dragging his broken leg behind him. In his arms, he cradled the corpse of a bird. To be precise, it was the body of a crane demon. The corpse was marked with both fresh wounds and old scars, its once-beautiful white feathers now sullied.

A large patch of withered trees seemed to come alive again under the gentle green glow, as if revived in an early spring after a long winter.

Mo Fei smiled, picked up the skewer of meat, sprayed the charcoal with a mister to extinguish the flames, then set the skewer back.

“You’re back… Eh? Have you finished writing your wish?” Luo Sha was just about to speak to Lan Xiu, who had returned, when she noticed the boy walking resolutely toward the ancient locust tree.

It was not until 2013, when a new owner bought the New Orleans Hornets and renamed them the Pelicans, that this name has been used ever since.

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“Brother found an escape pod! There’s someone inside the pod!” Sanbao, who shared a spiritual connection, knew every move of Silver Moon One, and reported each new discovery to Yun Yang.

Reaching the top sixteen was He Xuanxuan’s goal in the competition. With that achieved, there was nothing to regret even if he lost the remaining matches—though winning would be even better.

Guina’s expression did not change, nor did her steps falter. Without any visible movement, the burly man behind her was already sliced in half.

The Central Star Zone was the very essence of the galaxy, where the star systems clustered densely and were filled with a staggering number of habitable Class-A planets. Though it comprised less than one percent of the galaxy’s area, it was home to half its population.

Under envious gazes, the villagers handed their invitations to Chu Ming, who checked the names before allowing them to pass.

Had Leonard been healthy, Zaza’s infamous footslide might not have had any real effect.

Hua Shi did not struggle, only continued to gaze fixedly at Lu Yue, as if waiting for him to speak.

The southern district was now preparing to build a university, residential areas, and several hospitals—a large project with many vying for involvement.

Though their souls had not yet awakened and they had no memories of past lives, they still knew that starforce was domineering, and feared that the flame of their souls would be easily snuffed out.

After about ten minutes, a middle-aged man in his forties arrived, accompanied by bodyguards.

“They say that to completely seal the spatial barrier around Mount Shu, you need to use the Dragon-Shaking Jade,” Chen Nuo replied, somewhat unclear himself.

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Jiang Kexin had not expected those words to slip from her lips, and was suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment, hardly daring to meet Ling Fangfei’s eyes.

“Please calm down, senior. This matter has nothing to do with our Dark League,” Yue Xiua hurried to explain.

He was a shadow, after all, and despised having every move exposed to others.

Dazed, he accepted the peeled grape from Jiang Sining, popped it into his mouth, and then watched in astonishment as she lounged without a care in a VIP seat, eating grape after grape.

“What on earth is going on? What’s happened?” The cultivators, unable to take flight, looked about in panic.

Bang! Suddenly, before the sphinx could finish speaking, a thin spark shot out and struck its body, abruptly cutting off its words. In an instant, the spark exploded—there was a loud bang, and the creature’s bones and flesh vanished, dissipating into nothingness.

Mo Yi took the wooden box and opened it directly. A flash of jade light erupted, radiant and dazzling, and then, from top to bottom, the light slowly swept across.

At this moment, however, Qiu Nan looked quite disheveled. His arm was cut and bleeding, dark blood soaking his sleeve, the wound showing a faint trace of blackness.