Chapter 39: Even After Being Cured, He Still Drools

Half an hour ago.

After Lian Fei killed the mother insect, the command headquarters located on the planet Oraverik gradually received communication links from the White Whale star.

"It seems they have succeeded." The Ninth District military commander let out a sigh of relief.

"With Lin Ying, a 3S-level psychic, it was practically a piece of cake," the First District military commander laughed heartily.

"Stop speaking in your local slang, Jude," the Second District military commander frowned. "The second team isn't just you..."

I turned my head, took the broadsword from Liusha's hand, and then strode toward that scumbag.

Transitioning from initial gentleness to frantic ravaging, Yomu's groans escalated from whimpers into screams.

Accompanying her was a man in his early forties, who exuded a subtle, steady composure, making it instantly clear to anyone that he was a person of wide experience.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! From the moment Xiang Gangtian and his companion appeared until those three half-step spiritual cultivators perished in body and soul, it all felt like a dream—they hadn't even had time to react.

Yin Junche looked at the phone in his hand, recalling how she had looked when she handed it to him.

Shen Linfeng's facial expression was extremely tense, terrified that everything might suddenly change. At that moment, I felt the stark reality of that hesitation.

"Hall Master!" The few men dared not disobey Xiang Gangtian's words, and stammered as they looked at Sun Shian behind him.

Upon entering the bedroom, Chen Xiaoran immediately caught a scent belonging exclusively to Guo Ying—a sweet, delightful fragrance that smelled far more wonderful than any perfume.

Although I couldn't simply take Xiong Da's life just like that, giving him a beating would have no consequences. Since beating him carried no repercussions and could also make me feel happy, why shouldn't I beat him?

The City of Foreign Demons was instantly in an uproar; everyone was discussing Zhao Hao because the shock he gave them was so immense that it left their minds spinning in a daze.

"I just bought a set of hollowed-out lingerie. Would you like me to change into it later to give your eyes a treat?" Nie Qing looked at Cao Yue with eyes full of amorous affection, desperately trying to hold back her laughter.

Seeing Zheng Hongbing standing there with a grievance-filled expression after being hit in the chest by Xu Fei, along with Wu Weiliang and Yang Zhongping awkwardly getting up from the ground, Cao Yue couldn't help laughing out loud. Watching Cao Yue laugh heartily, Xu Fei was both ashamed and furious, wishing she could take a knife and stab it right into Cao Yue's mouth.

What Fan Ye was currently facing was an existence at the Dao Palace Fifth Heavenly Layer of an Emperor-class projection. One had to know that the strength of this projection, even at the same grade, far exceeded the combat power of the projection in the second trial; yet Fan Ye had to face an Emperor-class projection with a cultivation realm higher than his own.

Upon learning that Ma Chao and his cavalry were charging the rear guard, he immediately summoned a large number of archers and crossbowmen, personally leading them to the rear guard where a hail of arrows was unleashed simultaneously.

Before Sha Qiankun could close his eyes, Ghost Rage had already devoured half of his heart, leaving his entire mouth stained with blood—a truly horrifying sight.

Guo Tao nodded in acknowledgment, then took the lead in opening the car door to welcome Zhang Shaozhuo inside, before getting into the car right after her.

At this moment, Yu Hao was soaking in a pool. He looked around and saw only stone walls, deducing it must be a stone chamber as well. The water he was soaking in was milky white, with wisps of white chilling mist rising from it.

Two months ago, the group stole a TR-class satellite starship. Piloted by Lin Feng, they twice steered straight through a field of meteorites... Lin Feng did this intentionally. Why? Because he treated it like a game. That's right, just a game.

The reason was very simple: armored vehicles have limited mobility, so when encountering attacks, they basically have to rely on sheer endurance. If they hold out, they're fine; if they can't hold out, even a single fatal hit means the people inside basically have to delete their characters and start over. In essence, it was no different from an iron coffin.

"Big brother! See you in the third round!" Zhang Chu-chu nodded, clenching her fists tightly with a confident expression.

Infantry fighting vehicles have many titles, such as "fortress-busting weapon" or "infantry nemesis," most of which relate to their offensive and defensive capabilities. However, none of these are the most widely circulated titles among armored troops; the designation truly passed by word of mouth among the vast ranks of armored soldiers is the "Iron Coffin."