Chapter 253: Not Only This One Bug

"You really know how to talk nonsense!" Li Chang'an gripped his chainsword, his gaze locked onto the movements of the Xenomorph ahead. "Cover me, let's test it first!"

"I'm ready, just wait for me to blow it up!" Sun Yang's pulse rifle was already aimed at the target, ready to fire at any moment.

"Don't be reckless!" Shen Qiuyue glared at him coldly. "One move from you might draw the rest of the bugs over here!"

Han Ruoxi nodded, gripping tightly in her nervousness

"Doctor John merely said that Brother Fan has been overworked these past few days, coupled with the capture of Commissar Liu, causing temporary anxiety." Huang Changsheng had no idea that Liao Fan had been injured in the county seat.

As Li Yi finished speaking, his face grew paler. With a thunderous shout, the crimson true qi enveloped his chest like a suit of scarlet armor. He glanced at his right hand, where a surge of crimson true qi erupted, shaping itself into a blade. Remarkably, the crimson true qi was visible to the naked eye, having already materialized into solid form.

Wei Dong had already covered his eyes, convinced that in the next instant, Li Tianyou's head would be severed. He had witnessed Hu Qingping use this very technique to decapitate Zhang Jun, an elder of the East Brightness Valley.

Li Tianyou snorted coldly and began to condense his sword intent. Within a few breaths, the entire barrier was filled with Nihility Sword Qi. Any cultivator of the Seven Wounds Realm who dared to intrude upon this place would likely be grievously wounded, if not killed outright.

Yet gladiators could not leave the arena at will. However, within the arena, there was indeed one place connected to the Sinkhole—the abyss on the third underground level of the inner ring. Deep within the abyss, a place of extreme cold, anomalous flames grew in abundance. Could that be the fire of the Sinkhole?

"What? It's them?" Lan Youming had heard before that the wizards had once been wiped out, but he never knew the specific culprits. Now, hearing Shirley's tone, it seemed the adversaries had come knocking on their door. He hurriedly asked, "Should I call Youxue?" Lan Youming knew his cousin possessed some measure of power.

Deimos twitched his sword-like brows, and with those thoughts turning in his mind, he raised a hand, prepared to grant her the final stroke of oblivion.

Building a fire on the spot, Tang Xiao retrieved the prepared horned python meat from his Star-Scar Ring and began to prepare dinner.

"The Mistress has never spoken to her subordinate in such a manner before." Lanyi was somewhat surprised by Gu Lingge's initiative today, and after a moment's thought, offered an honest reply.

"Come with me. I will take you away." Liu Wuhen did not answer, but instead took Wu Ming's ice-cold hand and led her outside.

The gods, or perhaps the demons, possessed one supreme physiological advantage over humans: they commanded an energy that seemed nigh inexhaustible. Of course, this was not absolute, but rather a relative truth; yet this relativity, to a vast extent, could almost be equated with the absolute.

The chess assembly at Yuqi Mountain Villa failed to draw the grandmaster eunuch Li Ruchuan. Subsequently, the various chess masters, including He Tianyi, Daoist Master Tianji, and Liu Shuipeng, took their leave of Yuchi Yunlu and Fang Guohuan, arching their hands in farewell before departing.

Nevertheless, these words left Satou Yoshiko with no room for rebuttal. After all, they had completely abandoned the rules of Kendo now, discarding even their protective gear. It could well be considered a form of free combat, so how could they still adhere to the rules of Kendo?

"Is that so? Has it snowed on the mountain?" Yin Xing'er exclaimed in surprise. As a native of Hexi, how could she not know the volatile weather of Wushao Ridge?

Just as they emerged one after another from the hole, they happened to catch sight of the black Toyota Previa speeding away down the street.

Then the next question naturally followed: what exactly was it that these maintenance workers felt compelled to conceal, even when their lives were drawing to a close?

Just as I was sinking into the melancholy of reminiscence, a single sentence from Cheng beneath the moonlight shattered my memories.

The Prince Consort was bound to have those loyal to him by his side; she had never intended to ferret them out one by one.

Ruizi enjoyed a favorable reputation among the Qingliu faction, so these people simply turned a blind eye, neither offering support nor voicing opposition.