Chapter 251: Alien Warrior

Han Ruoxi's electrical energy unleashed continuously, suppressing the alien warriors' movements, while Shen Qiuyue's swordplay, akin to a tempest, felled the approaching enemies one by one.

Bai Lin, stationed at the flank, provided precise battlefield intelligence, constantly scouting the enemy's movements to sustain every assault of the squad.

Despite the formidable combat prowess of the alien warriors, the Bug Hunters squad exhibited a more tacit coordination, gradually seizing the upper hand.

The enemy began to falter in panic, un

Yet, before they could recover from the bombardment of the lightning thunder dragon, Li Jinglong opened his maw, projecting a pillar of golden light toward the disheveled Reverend Ziyang, before a flick of his draconic tail transformed his body into a streak of blinding golden radiance, pursuing closely behind the breath.

"We cannot advance any further... Ahead lies the Mist Ice Field, Brother Ye Han, we must turn back," Fan Xing halted, a trace of a bitter smile gracing his features.

Hearing Zhang Nan speak thus, everyone present curiously donned their infrared night-vision goggles, which were thermal imagers.

However, not everyone was so thrilled; a select few bore expressions that were exceedingly solemn and unsightly.

Even-tempered drivers would simply ignore him. The short-tempered ones would curse him out as a lunatic. Some paid him no heed at all, nearly knocking Yin Lengche to the ground, scaring the wits out of A-Biao who stood by his side.

Tie Zhan, though physically indisposed, had been forcing himself to remain seated there, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood with every cough. Below the square, the crowd conversed in hushed whispers, paying no heed to the tokens arranged upon the platform.

"It is just... such a colossal city wall, yet not a single guard is to be seen, truly strange..." Ning Yue murmured, looking at the majestic yet desolate wall, her heart filled with doubt.

They were not a large company to begin with, and after being suppressed in such a manner, the days ahead would likely be even harder. At this thought, Father Ji could not help but grow secretly resentful, wondering what madness had possessed him to bring that jinx, Ji Ling, back home.

The priest suddenly noticed the three of us lunging forward like tigers and wolves; startled, he barked out a flurry of gibberish to summon the nearby men to block our path.

"Why are you giving this to me?" She knew the so-called Blood Drinkers were Fu Hengzhi's subordinates, but why make her join them out of nowhere? When she joked about it before, hadn't he refused?

Why did Sister take Father's painting of the Peach Blossom? Lu Yan lowered his head in contemplation, wait! Peach Blossom—the peach blossom hairpin! The crystal mirror Jiaojiao gave them to play with... and Sister's strange behavior when he went to see her that day. Lu Yan's heart pounded wildly. "Someone, come," Lu Yan called out.

The wind rustled through the dark grass, and at that moment, Chen Baiqi's sixth sense flared; she felt a sudden numbness creep across her scalp. Before she could react, the Dark Undead Cloak she wore suddenly emitted a burst of black light potent enough to devour all the surrounding energy.

Though she thought so, her mind relaxed considerably in an instant. Masako Kawai rested her chin in her hand, furrowing her brows; though clearly a year or two older than the disguised Gu Zian, at this moment, it seemed quite the reverse as she pondered thoughtfully.

Watching the number of casualties mount, the panic in Xiao Zhengde's heart swelled even greater; he could never have imagined that within a single day, he would experience such terror twice.

Midway through, much like in modern times, he would stand up to move around after studying for forty-five minutes. During these breaks, he would clean the chicken coop or help his grandmother and mother with chores, which was absolutely one of the best ways to curry favor.

Grand Consort Meng did not care in the slightest whether Meng Lianyuan lived or died, and even the Princess Consort of the Commandery was no fool, well aware of Grand Consort Meng's true intentions.

"How dare you!" Empress Dowager Lu spoke with little confidence in her heart; to the end, she could not fathom why Qi Yao would sacrifice everything to aid the Yusheng Emperor.

Glancing over, this vast herd comprised at least seventy or eighty horses, with even more stretching beyond sight behind them; most of the horses could only be said to have avoided death, yet they could hardly be considered truly alive.