Chapter 202: War, Dark Guards Strike!

Since a clash with the Nine Pagoda Mountain tribe was inevitable, rather than dragging things out to no end, it would be far wiser to strike while Manyu, that military genius, was still among the living, and settle the matter once and for all.

Thus, after a brief moment of deliberation, Li Chang'an cast aside all hesitation and spoke with absolute resolve, "Send out the word. Have the entire clan prepare for total war. It has been a long time since I last stretched my limbs..."

At this, his voice trailed off, a sudden spark of genuine interest gleaming in his eyes, "Ah, yes,

The rank of Vice Sect Master was undeniably superior to that of an ordinary elder, so when the surrounding factions heard this, they all cast bewildered glances at Li Yuyun.

He then looked toward the vengeful spirit, offering a final smile that seemed to rise from the depths of his soul, as flecks of soul-light drifted from between his brows like a thousand fireflies, swaying and dancing through the air, illuminating the darkened amusement park; for a fleeting moment, Yu Fei felt as though this dilapidated fairground had transformed into a wonderland of dreams.

"Hehe! It is entirely thanks to my two older cousins that we were able to seize victory in this match," Lu Qi said, scratching his head, the grime on his face utterly failing to conceal the bashfulness that crept across his features.

Wuenqi had no desire to draw attention to himself, choosing instead to stand quietly in a secluded corner. The hall swelled with a rising tide of clamor as more and more demons gathered, their relations far from harmonious, sparking several skirmishes within a mere quarter of an hour and turning the guild into a chaotic mess.

Yet, even though Li Yuyun had not shown her face, the simple smiling mask she wore was enough to strike stark terror into Xue Qing's heart.

As if bound by a tacit understanding, Yang Guang pressed no further; he merely nodded, his gaze fixed upon the youth's retreating figure until it vanished beyond the Qianyang Palace.

Remaining at Emilia's house until midday, Yile received an unexpected phone call right after lunch, which turned out to be from Eriri.

The once supreme deity of the Demon Realm had fallen to such a state, and the boatman would be nothing more than her plaything if he remained here. If the boatman were to have a bright future, escaping this dark world controlled by the evil god was the only way forward.

Because they were currently within a meteor region, the deployed carrier aircraft were left completely exposed to the bombardment of space debris; from time to time, fragments struck the vessels, though fortunately, none dealt a fatal blow.

After all, on the very day after their return to the villa, Hua Ling had departed, clearly summoned by some matter of great importance.

As for his amnesia, he sat down and reflected in the quiet, realizing that the only time he could have lost his memory was during his surgery in Country B.

Hearing Keli's words, the beastmen of the Tiger Clan exchanged bewildered glances, completely unable to fathom what was happening.

Since the offline meet-and-greet was being held out of province, Jiao Yue and her companions had already arrived in the host city the day before Xie Xiao's event.

He Wei was in high spirits, but upon entering the office and seeing Du Huating slipping into his white coat, her good mood instantly soured.

At this hour, Father and Mother Tang had not yet returned home, but Jiao Yue possessed the keys to the Tang residence and let herself straight in.

"Sister, Chu Yi, are you alright? Why don't you take Shitou and come over to our house instead," Cui Yingying suggested.

Accustomed to his own arrogant ways, Doctor Hua always spoke his mind without regard for the hour. Even if his interlocutor was Heizi, who appeared formidable, he felt no fear; for Heizi was merely terrifying on the outside, but was in truth a gentle and reserved giant, a temperament the doctor had thoroughly come to understand after a few days together.

"I truly have no idea, I didn't even speak to Ling Yue," Feng Qingcang replied with a sense of grievance, his mind working furiously to recall exactly when he might have said something.

High above the cavernous grotto, a grand illumination array mimicked the mortal moon, shedding a hazy and gentle silver light.

Long Tianwei's gaze remained fixed upon his eldest brother, completely rooted to the spot. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine his brother would praise him so highly, let alone in front of so many onlookers. His heart bloomed with sheer delight, and he glanced at the crowd with an embarrassed, chuckling smile.