Chapter 360: The Mission Is Not Over Yet

"The mission went well, but something felt off this time.

To think the Zerg are actually using transport convoys to haul this kind of cargo—it means their movements are becoming calculated!"

"So, what do we do next?"

Sun Yang asked curiously, setting down his energy bar.

"Wait for orders,"

Li Chang'an replied curtly.

Bai Lin had remained mostly quiet, head lowered as he checked his personal terminal, when suddenly, as if discovering something, he spoke up—

"Honestly, sparking someone's curiosity and just walking away," the youth muttered in dissatisfaction, lowering his head once more to bury himself in his storybook.

Rong Xia commanded no more than fifty thousand men of the Expeditionary Army, and they were running short on rations; by all accounts, these rebels should never have taken Rong Xia as their leader. What sort of cunning did Rong Xia possess to keep these rebels so thoroughly tamed and compliant?

Back when he was with Yuan Xu, they had never fed each other either, out of a primal, instinctive aversion to the grime of it.

"My thanks, Your Highness." Rong Xia did not take the seat the Second Prince indicated, opting instead for an obscure, unremarkable spot.

Mo Yitian felt neither contempt nor pity regarding the matter; he simply felt that, no matter what, he would always consider her a friend.

The outsiders would never respect the people of Meteor City, for in their eyes, the denizens of Meteor City were nothing but garbage disrupting social stability.

After Sun Yang and Xun Zhai, generals of the Cangyue army, along with former subordinates Meng Huo and Zhang Jun, breached Xuzhou, they halted their offensive to linger in the city for several days. Before long, the young master of Cangyue arrived with the main army, and with the sudden influx of that vast, surging military might, they became an unstoppable torrent, like floodwaters bursting through a sluice gate.

Though they loathed the idea of a public apology, adhering to the current trajectory offered them absolutely no benefit; resisting blindly would only worsen their predicament. Having reasoned their way through it, Yaquan Real Estate immediately convened an emergency meeting and promptly adopted their initial strategy.

Even the Lotus of World Purification was beginning to find itself overwhelmed; the corrosive aura of the inner demons seemed capable of polluting the very soul, gradually staining the pure, flawless lotus a deep, abyssal black.

Once they distanced themselves from the eggshells, everyone's true essence began to circulate normally once more. Du Feng expanded his divine sense to investigate, discovering that a multitude of people had already gathered in the plaza at the base of the pillar-like mountain.

It was an agonizingly tortuous wait; she feared the other old fogies would beat her to the punch, seizing the initiative and perhaps selling off the Ivan family for a handsome price before she could.

This demon spirit could no longer be described merely as giant; it was a peerless, towering colossus of the highest order, practically a wandering city in motion.

Yet, owing to the dense mists of the Florian Triangle, it took Brook an entire year just to locate his own skeletonized corpse, leaving him in this ghostly, skeletal state once he finally resurrected.

Even Du Feng himself had reaped considerable benefits from several past excursions into secret realms. Therefore, when Cang Jinsong arranged for him to accompany Tang Jiaojiao into the ancient ruins of Heavenly Lake, he did not refuse, despite the suddenness of the schedule.

"What is it? Is there something wrong with this precious sword?" Shenlong Lin'er took a fair amount of pride in his own smithing techniques, but from Qin Tian's expression, the blade seemed to fall short of expectations.

Liu Mang fumbled around in his pocket, drawing out the iron token inscribed with the character for 'Fire' that he had previously obtained from Luo Hongchen.

As the word "insufficient" left his lips, Man Qiang's silhouette shot forward like a projectile, launching a fist straight toward Liu Mang; clearly, gaining the upper hand in the previous exchange had caused his confidence to swell tremendously.

Despite Liu Mang's reassurance, Sister Lin still refused to let go; after all, the scar slicing across her face was the greatest agony of her life.

The last time Jiang Yang came to seek vengeance for his son, he had run right into Wu Anping, who was there to back Qin Feng up.

If Tian Litao had merely been searching for excuses at the beginning, by the time he reached the end, he felt his arguments grew increasingly sound, and so the cadence of his voice and his underlying confidence grew ever more resolute.

Through the Mangosteen Tribe, he came to understand that the current epoch was known as the Era of the Demon Race, a time when the demon kind flourished in absolute dominance.