Chapter 116: I am disciplining my own woman; is there a problem with that?

Song Mi’s first reaction was naturally Wen Yanyan. However, she instinctively wanted to avoid revealing that Huo Qingjue had betrayed Wen Yanyan.

"Did you return to the hotel?" Song Mi immediately followed up with another question. "When did you first lose contact with your mother?"

The man explained that Aunt Jiang had been unable to reach Feng Shengzhi and had called him; it had been about...

"Whew, that’s a relief..." I let out a sigh. I had been living on edge for the past two days, unable to sleep soundly at night, constantly wondering if eyes were watching me from outside the window. Hearing what Quan and the others said, I finally felt much more at ease.

A month later, with the war at its peak, the long-awaited Androla finally returned to Earth. Wang Dao, impatient, grabbed her and led her onto a plane.

The scene from the ship in my dreams had never been so clear. With a splash, it turned out to be her water splashing right into my face.

"It’s nothing." Qin Fei did not elaborate. His purpose in coming to the Enlightenment Platform was, after all, to slay the Star Beasts.

Now, the numerous volcanoes of Antarctica had long since gone extinct, the rivers of magma had dried into rock, and snow and ice once again ruled the world. With no signs of life across the vast region, the plane had no choice but to search as it went.

By evening, the stronghold leader, having led his cavalry on a long and fruitless search for Wang Dao, had no choice but to head back. To his fury, he saw the stronghold engulfed in flames, with thick black smoke billowing into the sky. He roared in rage as he rushed back.

The former powerhouse at the first level of the Dan Transformation Realm had seen his cultivation steadily regress, all the way down to the first level of the Transcendence Realm. At this rate, it seemed likely that he would soon slide back to the late stage of the Haoqi Realm.

Pang Tianzong’s blood kin also began a large-scale retreat. Before leaving, Pang Tianzong gave Qin Fei a coordinate in the starry sky, telling him that if he ever reached the Tiandu Continent, he must come to find him.

"This is madness, absolute madness." Han Chen was overcome with fury and spat a mouthful of black blood onto the ground. He stood up unsteadily, his face ashen.

He had originally assumed that Ye Tian would be unable to withstand the strike; surely, this blow would have shattered his skull.

She had packed her luggage in the morning, intending to leave after writing a note. Once written, she placed it on the living room table, stained with her tears.

But when the Elven King on the throne raised his hand to reveal the Wood God Ring, a flash of insight struck Ede. He felt it couldn't be such a coincidence. With both the Wood Demon Ring and the Wood God Ring present, it was highly probable that the Wood God Ring was what the Wind Demon Ring and Fire Demon Ring had been pointing toward.

He immediately threw himself backward onto the ground and fired his magic gun at the magic grenade in the air.

He knew exactly what Ling and her clones were doing, and what Ling 00000 was up to, just as clearly as he knew what the undead were doing. Yet, it seemed that neither Ling nor her clones were aware that Us could monitor their every move.

"I recall that our Wind Demon guns are incapable of piercing a level-nine magic barrier," King Mes said. He dared not say, "You are a level-ten mage, so what does it matter if you break a level-nine barrier?"

"Hey! Ajiao, that’s cheating! How can you take back something you’ve already given away?" the Fragrant Silk Immortal Herb exclaimed.

Good heavens, such a massive sea turtle, and with such a peculiar appearance—no wonder Yun Cai had mistaken it for a monster earlier. If it had been me seeing it so suddenly, I probably would have been terrified out of my wits.

Just as he was lost in thought and confusion, that familiar yet strange voice suddenly drifted from behind him.

All of Long Xin’s teeth had been knocked out, making his speech whistle through the gaps. He collapsed onto Long Chengyue’s shoulder and wailed.

At that moment, the sky, which had been clear for over a month, suddenly let out a low rumble of thunder. It wasn't loud, just a single boom, but the sound spread rapidly. It wasn't even summer; hearing thunder was rare. The weather had been overcast for days, as if it had been bottling up for a long time.