Chapter 348: This Training Is Too Much

"I simply cannot fathom why the Zerg must plague us day after day, can they truly not grant themselves a single day of respite?"

Shen Qiuyue maintained her absolute silence, merely sliding her blade back into its scabbard as she quietly sat down to cleanse her gear.

"Sister Qiuyue, won't you offer even a single word?"

Sun Yang could not resist casting his gaze upon her.

"Do you not also find this discipline far too excessive?"

"If you find it so excessive, you are quite free to lodge your grievances with the Commander!"

Shen Qiuyue raised her head and looked

The sheer spectacle of it forced Feng Lan and Luo Susu, despite having looked upon the dead before, to suppress a rising wave of nausea! Dead bodies were no foreign sight to them, yet never had they witnessed the devouring of human flesh. This gory, mangled vista severely tested the outer limits of human psychological endurance.

Charlie’s countenance could not help but shift slightly; if Sean truly remained among the living, Charlie dared not imagine what would unfold next, yet one thing stood out with absolute certainty—the entirety of Ares Base was bound to be plunged into utter chaos.

"The truth that the Emperor’s birth mother is not the Empress Dowager is a secret you must surely harbor as well, is it not?" Qi Hao inquired all of a sudden.

It had been born of pure benevolence in the beginning, yet who could have foreseen that it would now resemble an act of unintended harm. In other words, it was they who had brought ruin upon Li Pan.

"Is there truly no third alternative?" After a long pause, the Golden King uttered a phrase that left everyone completely dumbfounded, while the scarred visage of the Silver King beside him, which had remained entirely devoid of expression from start to finish, now rippled as though several earthworms were slowly writhing beneath the skin.

From time to time, the sharp, eerie cries of jackdaws drifted from the far distance, instilling a faint sense of dread deep within Su Xin’s heart. Dark clouds rolled and surged, cloaking the better part of the bright moonlight; the night grew grim, and the wind quickened its pace as she gathered her collar tightly and stepped across the threshold.

She longed to shriek aloud, and she longed equally to bury her face in her hands and weep bitterly, having grown entirely weary of everything before her eyes. Before she knew it, her breath began to come in ragged, hurried gasps.

"Then we simply shall not sell it within the domestic market; if pushed to the brink, we can just venture abroad, for we possess no real roots here anyway, and isn't your online shop being managed by Lin Zhen? I have scarcely seen you fret over it at all," Artoria remarked beside him with an air of complete nonchalance.

Even as these thoughts crossed his mind, his eyes darted shiftily about the surroundings, and with a sudden flick of his hand, a piece of twice-cooked pork vanished from the bowl straight into his mouth.

There was, in truth, nothing astonishing about such an outcome; given Long Tian’s might, he could disable hundreds or thousands of first-tier trial beasts with a casual turn of his hand, leaving Ouyang Qinglong to deliver the final, fatal blows.

"Hiss, how utterly ruthless, though I find it entirely to my liking, haha," Han Bing said with a smile, knowing that dealing with such maniacal vicious beasts required not an ounce of mercy, even if the appearance of this Ghost-Fire Phoenix had completely shattered his original designs.

Even as he spoke, Yu Yanglin’s gaze turned icy cold, and his spiritual perception instantly penetrated Li Yifan’s dharma body, passing directly through the ghost-mask tattoo upon his chest to seal away the ghost-face totem branded deep within his soul.

The clouds in the heavens caught the stains of moonlight, painting themselves with faint, luminous hues, while the deep canopy of the night was sketched by the stars into a piece of calico cloth; the bright contours, tossing and turning between heaven and earth, seemed to be threading a needle to complete the grandest embroidery beneath the sky.

Lu Hefang was truly wasting his breath and straining his heart to persuade Su Xiao. In truth, there was no necessity for him to describe the matter in such meticulous detail.

Shui Ying and her fellow villagers experienced such a fierce and tempestuous scene for the very first time, finding themselves immensely emboldened; led by her maternal uncle, they rose up in hot pursuit of the Indo-Pakistani men who were fleeing with their tails between their legs.

"After all, those possessed of the backbone to pit themselves against the array formation can scarcely be found within the entirety of Chunshan City," Master Xu chimed in.

Qin Xiao let out a cold snort and fiercely slapped the horse's flank. The black steed gave a long, piercing neigh, leaping high into the air to clear the spear-tips and charge forward.

"You speak rightly," Chen Junyi conceded, and the moment these words left his lips, a look of profound joy washed over Gongsun Buwen’s face, believing that Chen Junyi had agreed to refrain from going.

Further ahead lay the scene of Long Qianye sitting withered and still within the stone array, from the sweeping of the freezing gales to the passing of the gentle breezes, from the sinking of the setting sun to the rising of the morning dawn, motionless, with not a single trace of emotion upon her cool and peerlessly beautiful countenance, leaving none to know what occupied her thoughts.