Chapter 279: We Will Cooperate Fully

Li Changan swiftly handed her the terminal, his voice clipped and urgent: "We successfully intercepted the enemy's operational plans. Their main line of assault is the southeastern defense line—they are preparing to launch an attack from there. The rebels and the Zerg are working in tandem, planning to breach the weakest point of our defenses!"

Liu Na scrolled through the data on the screen, her brow furrowing deeply: "As expected, the southeastern defense line... We have already begun reinforcing our defenses there, but according to your intelligence, the speed of the enemy's advance is faster than—"

Mo Li went after Chen Fan, while Liu Qing and Ye Xi sought out Chen Fan's left and right hands, and Luo Yi and the others each picked an opponent to begin their own clashes.

Just as Leng Yuedao was preparing to search for Wang Dong, his figure stepped directly into her line of sight.

Pity Kel'Thuzad, a grand archlich of his generation, who stood entirely defenseless beneath Frostmourne, blown to absolute smithereens as his soul was devoured by the blade.

Never mind drawing this bow, Chang'an could barely even hold it; after a brief lift, she handed it back to Chen Ruolin.

Liu Qing trod a phantom pace, his form dissolving into shadow, splitting from one into two, two into four, four into eight in the next breath. In an instant, countless figures materialized, blending truth with illusion as he dissolved into myriad phantoms, each executing a phantom thrust simultaneously, bursting with endless sword light that formed a net of blades to envelop the spirit chief.

Following the recent bout, she understood her own shortcomings deeply, needing only to consolidate her skills in the days to come.

Wang Dong, however, was contemplating how exactly to kill Rubte; the Red Sun terrorist organization's self-rescue plan was bound to fail, and Rubte had to die, and he had to die by Wang Dong's hand.

Even on the plane, Wang Dong sat in the window seat, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but in truth, one hand had already slipped inside his jacket, a pistol concealed snugly beneath his armpit.

Back at the hospital, as a rugged man accustomed to the harshness of military life, Ling Mohan had managed a rare moment of tenderness, speaking openly to Qin Shu and confessing his desire to turn their charade into reality.

Jiang Yi, in particular, was utterly stupefied by Lu Yingquan's sudden outburst; she wanted to go to the Empress Dowager, but remembered the matriarch was ill and had issued strict orders to see no one and mind nothing; she wanted to find Shen Che, but Shen Che just so happened to have left the palace.

The moment Dao Zang beheld the Panqiu Qihuo, his first thought was wonder, but after studying Fan Yu closely for a moment, his astonishment only deepened.

Hearing Xing Yue speak thus, those several outsiders began to let their eyes wander, whispering furtively amongst themselves.

Lin Qingyue had witnessed the purple lightning upon the Wentian Sword before, so she felt no curiosity toward the hovering crackle of thunder. It was the ice-crystal hilt, rather, that caught her fancy; she extended a slender, delicate hand to touch it gently. Yet, while her fingers were still half an inch from the hilt, she felt a powerful chill, as if it meant to freeze her palm solid then and there.

Heavy with child as she was, she truly could be of no help to Hua Yue; all she could do was trust and wait.

"When the time comes? When on earth is that?" Xing Yue remarked with an air of complete indifference after Qiang Bao finished speaking.

A cage crackled into existence, enveloping Mo Mo, who could not help but feel a scorching heat surge all around him, even as a numbing sensation traveled up his arm.

"Oh, just listen to me, I guarantee you won't be punished!" Lu Yingquan said, pulling at Yun Yao to keep moving forward, but Yun Yao refused to take another step.

Fan Yu gave a thunderous roar, accelerating his retreat backward, faint glints of light flickering in his eyes as the holy fire of Yin and Yang erupted over his fists.

Zhuo Tian bellowed, his hair flying wildly in a display of celestial fury as his aura surged to heaven; the Wentian Sword slashed out violently with a sharp whistle, sending a thick, concentrated streak of purple sword qi howling forth like the roar of a divine dragon, the purple light flashing so intensely that the expelled qi seemed on the verge of transforming into a literal purple dragon.

Yet, she did not know if she was being watched, and dared not speak openly to Ruan Zhan about what had transpired; thus, she insisted that Ruan Zhan, who was in a hurry to find the monster of the dense forest, stay with her a while longer, pulling at his hand to sit intimately close.