Chapter 132: Voices on the Wasteland

Gremory, the demon who foresees causality. After hearing Igna’s account, Vede felt as though that demon possessed a chaotic form of precognition. It was impossible to discern the demon’s purpose from its actions, nor could one easily find any connection between the various things it did. Yet, according to Igna, there seemed to be no need to worry too much about the demon returning for revenge. Unlike Iem, a petty and vengeful flame demon, if—

Since the location of the Tribulation Sea had been determined, Chen Sheng delayed no further and immediately proposed to begin his cultivation.

As she spoke, a dazzling radiance appeared on her face. Like a triumphant soldier boasting of their deeds while riding through the streets, she radiated an indescribable pride in her actions.

Having finally dealt with the trouble caused by those two, Pei Donglai eased his mind and waited for about an hour. Seeing that no one else had followed from the direction they came, he finally felt at ease.

After hearing Batti’s words, the ten Cardinals in the conference room exchanged uneasy glances; how were they supposed to make a decision on such a matter? The believers outside were clearly demanding their resignation and for their sons to pay with their lives. Was there any other way?

"Senior Sister, please bear with it; I must suck the poisonous gas out for you," Zhuge Buliang said, frowning. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the wound on Yin Mengli’s chest. Her smooth skin felt soft against his touch, carrying a faint, fragrant scent mingled with the slight metallic tang of blood.

Hearing Yang Yun’s words, Zhou Yulong felt a surge of genuine admiration. Setting aside his personal grievances with the Dragon Group, the mere fact that Yang Yun’s kin had spent decades maneuvering through political intrigue in the United States, passing down the ideal of serving their country from generation to generation, was enough to earn his heartfelt respect.

At this moment, Jian Dong’s heart was as cold as ash. His mind had begun to wander, filled more with sorrow than anything else; had it not been for Jia’er, he might have given up long ago.

Among those present, the only ones who could clearly see what had happened and fully grasp the underlying logic were Chen Sheng and the Heavenly God Sect.

However, with the Mercury Mechanical Beasts and the Violet Shadow Assassins acting as the main combatants, the New Humans of the Soul Sect were fiercely suppressed.

Hearing Wang Xun’s bluntness, the men felt even more drawn to this young general’s temperament. They agreed in unison, cleared a path, and crowded behind Wang Xun as they walked toward the camel caravan. As they passed Fang Ziling and the others who had been supervising them, they couldn't help but glare at them to vent their lingering resentment.

In the eastern outskirts of the city lived a family surnamed Luo. They were quite wealthy, well-regarded by their neighbors, and held a certain reputation throughout the surrounding villages.

Hopefully, Lin Jinnian had gone to such great lengths to keep her there because he intended to provide her with an explanation; otherwise, she would likely be even angrier.

Then I saw him take a stack of documents from the safe. As he illuminated them with a flashlight, I looked on and saw that they were all important land transfer contracts. The place where these transfers were registered was the very same ruined building on campus.

Having said all that needed to be said, I pulled the bodyguard behind me, left Bai Shaoqi’s room, made my way down, and finally walked out of the Bai family estate.

He even arrogantly declared that if the Blood Amber was not surrendered within three days, he would begin uniting his cohorts to suppress Prince Qing.

A bright, clear moon was slowly rising, and the once-gray sky had suddenly become luminous.

The sudden situation left Boss Fang bewildered, but he neither accepted nor declined; he wanted to assess the state of Sunset City first.

"Hmph, foolish human, you have no idea of the true strength of a king!" Griss dismissed his illusion and said with a stern face.

"I wasn't talking about that ice chamber!" It seemed I hadn't made myself clear; none of them understood, and they all just stared at me in a daze.