Chapter 105: The Living Dead Guard the Pass

When they saw the sky filled with locusts, whether soldiers of the city guard, officers of the pacification command, or even the mystics, only one word remained in everyone’s hearts: Run!

None dared to resist.

In this world’s system of magic and martial arts, unless a true deity descended, it was impossible to deal with a disaster of such scale and magnitude.

Not to mention these locusts, which were clearly corpses brought back to life; even a regular locust plague numbering in the hundreds of millions would be overwhelming.

If their opponent merely intended to save people, it wouldn’t be so frightening. What truly terrified them was the possibility that after saving someone, the opponent might turn around and attack her.

Team battles were vastly different from one-on-one or two-versus-two fights. The factors influencing a team battle far outweighed those concerning individual opponents.

“This life card, though strangely restored, seems to have lost connection with Ace!” Marco withdrew the life card and casually let it drift in the air. The card, resembling an ordinary piece of paper, naturally fluttered back into his palm.

After a restless night with no results, Mr. Lan felt deeply frustrated. He couldn’t fathom the source of Wu Ding’s fake death potion.

A worm-like scar twitched on Liang Gang’s face—a symbol of brutality and a prelude to murder. Lin Feng lay in ambush about two hundred meters from the Zhu family ancestral hall, the dark barrel of his gun aimed squarely at Zhu Mingjin’s head, ready to make the old man’s head disappear at any moment.

“Because of decay and corruption, has a naval lieutenant commander truly lost even his skill to kill?” Yarlin watched Satoni’s street-fight style moves, unfaltering and unyielding. His right foot, forged into an iron whip, snapped sharply and struck Satoni’s chin with a crack.

She came to see the attending physician; surely, the doctor would immediately notify Chen Shaoning.

The audience below murmured in awe at Lin Haojian’s incredible swordsmanship, while the commentator on stage was stunned. At that moment, he seemed to forget his role as a narrator, finding himself at a loss for words to describe the swordsman’s elegant maneuvers.

After that day’s in-depth study of acting alongside Satomi Ishihara, Ye Xiao no longer harbored any psychological barriers to acting. All that remained was the accumulation of experience.

Old Alar sent them off, bidding farewell to the cavalry unit. At the same time, Meng Danyang’s assembled team, carrying three wagons of goods, swayed unsteadily as they departed.

Unconsciously, two weeks had passed since the battle ended, and news of the war had spread to all factions. One by one, figures chose to remain silent and still. The mere news of a mysterious and powerful mage was enough to occupy their thoughts for a long time.

Soon after, staff from the city’s Discipline Inspection Commission began making inquiries. Fortunately, Hu Junqiang had not yet been apprehended, and the commission had no solid evidence. Their visits were still relatively polite.

Chen Tian unleashed his spiritual power and began probing, simultaneously entering the ethereal realm to detect spatial fluctuations.

First, I must thank Qidian for providing a platform where I could set my dreams free. I also owe thanks to Fei Liguo for submitting my contract, to editor May, and to editor Orange.

The Sky Tower? What a joke. In these ten or twenty years, Chen Tian had only reached the second floor of the Sky Tower, never even stepping onto the third. He knew well how precious the Sky Tower was.

While Han Min was still dazed, Liu Dekui had already reacted, awkwardly smiling at Ye Qingquan and nodding politely to Captain Zhang.

Next, the emperors of the three great empires briefly reported their situations. Each rough statistic twisted Xiu Jian’s heart, for tens of thousands had perished under the dense meteor strikes.

They simply could not understand how Chen Tian, who was supposedly only at the fourth tier of cultivation and whose initial strength was comparable to his performance in the trial tower, could suppress him. Although Chen Tian’s golden armor prevented him from being harmed, it was enough to keep him restrained.