Volume 1, Chapter 51: Using Spiritual Spring Water for the Wounded

Shen Yuehua possessed quite decent marksmanship, managing to hit a target roughly every two to three shots.

Even when she failed to kill them outright, she would wound or cripple the barbarians, inflicting a heavy psychological toll on their ranks.

With Shen Yuehua providing support from the perimeter, the attacks from the remaining sixteen barbarians noticeably lost their ferocious edge.

Everyone was preoccupied with the fear of the hidden sniper striking from the shadows.

Strange, how come I didn't notice them before the New Year? Did I simply fail to pay attention, or were they not even here back then? Where on earth did these people pop up from? He could not help but furrow his brow, muttering inwardly.

He turned his gaze toward Weng Jiuhe, who was leading the charge, hoping to glean some clues from his expression. Yet Weng Jiuhe had always been a man who hid his emotions well, his face perpetually cast in a gloomy shadow, refusing to betray his inner thoughts and leaving Tong Niuer entirely in the dark.

Those Condensing Soul realm beastfolk who had cultivated for hundreds of centuries were accustomed to holding lofty positions and receiving the adoration of thousands; how could they endure such humiliation and torture? Several of the more unyielding ones were literally infuriated to death on the spot.

Upon hearing Su Nan's introduction, Jin Yaru furrowed her brow and exchanged a glance with Huang Ying. Both of them felt a sense of strangeness, and Huang Ying opened her mouth as if to say something, only to be stopped by Jin Yaru. Understanding her intent, Huang Ying decided to wait and observe a little longer.

The surrounding players, having noticed the "LV3" designation, began converging on me from all directions. In the blink of an eye, the location where I stood was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, completely sealed off.

However, Shanshan also secured a harvest: the Germanic people agreed to sell him the large quantity of spiritual stones previously collected by the local church, and promised to continue supplying him with spiritual stones in the future.

Wang Hou shouted loudly, "Everyone present, act as our witnesses! You all saw it clearly—you slipped down yourselves, so don't try to pin the blame on us!" With that, he took Liu Hanyan by the hand and walked down the stairs at the opposite end.

The people gathered around did not notice this detail; their eyes remained fixed on the spirit master, watching her perform her rites. They saw the spirit master gazing straight ahead with an air of supreme detachment, her arms slowly unfurling as she chanted incantations under her breath. Suddenly, she flicked both sleeves outward at the same time, and the flames before her surged ten feet high, bursting forth with thick billows of smoke that swept toward Qiao Lin and Wang Hou.

Having repeatedly accepted commissions from Lin Meng, Tong Niuer personally ventured deep into the long-frequented Death Row of the Heavenly Prison to visit his father, Lin Shuiqing.

The scout encampment consisted of massive tents made of felt, arranged in neat, orderly rows along the outermost edge of Luowu City.

After finishing their drinks, Sha Potian naturally assumed the role of a gracious host, continually refilling the three visitors' cups and urging them to partake in the dishes. Baili Dengfeng accepted everything without hesitation, offering no inquiries while casually exchanging idle banter.

Within the Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were intently practicing the Twelve Heavenly Gods Fiend-Averting Formation. Having undergone hundreds of years of refinement, Chiyou had completely mastered the essence of the formation, and his coordination with the other Ancestral Witches had grown increasingly seamless, with everything progressing in a favorable direction.

Even Ouyang Qing, ranked third on the Profound Ranking, admitted that there remained a gap between himself and him.

Within the tunnel ahead, upon hearing the Rat King's cry, a massive horde of Iron-Teethed Rats began gathering in that direction.

He had previously heard the sound of a heartbeat, but upon reaching the altar, the sound had vanished entirely.

King Dafus, who appeared stern to outsiders, rarely lost his temper at home; an emotional display like this was already the utmost sign of his displeasure.

Bing Ran's face turned slightly pale, and her heart had already begun to harbor thoughts of retreat. For she truly had not expected that this legendary figure would also have his eyes set on this place.

This mansion had once been the Lord's Manor and stood as the most majestic residence within the entire Sixue City.

In the end, the utterly exasperated White Fairy made a decision that left Qin Ming astonished.

Yet at that very moment, Baili Dengfeng noticed a group of people clad in lavish black and red brocade robes walking toward them from ahead. Furthermore, their gazes were locked directly onto him, as if they were purposefully coming straight for him.