Chapter 1187: The True Ability of the Yin-Yang Dao Fruit

"Bluffing!"

Siming’s Daoist heart remained resolute, unshaken by the adversary's provocative words. Countless snow mountain giants rose abruptly from the earth, kneeling before him in absolute submission. Following them, the ground sprouted innumerable nimble stone pillars, twisting and flexing like the tentacles of an octopus.

Jiuchong Xian felled a snow mountain giant with a single punch, but immediately afterward, an immortal-metal lifeform hidden within the giant's head launched a sneak attack.

The snow mountain giants were mere decoys; the true threat lay concealed within the immortal—

Ye Fan uttered a soft murmur, and then his feet suddenly quickened, rushing rapidly toward the depths of the desolate lands.

Moreover, compared to the terrifying decorations and expression of that previous Shura mask, this one was far more peaceful. The half-face design made Zhang Liang feel somewhat unaccustomed when he put it on, though fortunately, most of his features remained concealed beneath the mask.

Baochun thought to herself that even in this state, it had nearly claimed their old lives; had it been at full strength, they likely would not have even found the door, let alone entered.

"It is one thing to hear of a grain shortage, but for the provisions of the entire Juwei to spoil completely is far too abnormal. Therefore, I spoke with my husband, and concluded that abnormal matters might best be tested with abnormal methods." Zhurong patted the chest in her hands.

"Rest assured, I know him, he is absolutely safe... cough cough... just let him in, cough cough..." As she spoke, another violent fit of coughing ensued.

Yet regarding the matters on Leeds' side, though he seemed to make no move, just as Gu Beichen had said, with the interference of the Night Gate and Shi Shaoqin, he was glad to take it easy.

The thunderstorm ceased, leaving Voban’s aged body looking somewhat wretched. A black trench coat hung in tatters like a beggar's rags, and his white hair was tinged with a few scorched streaks of black.

For a moment, Baochun felt dazed, her vivid memory still lingering on the incident with the painting, when she had banished a certain someone from her sight simply because she did not wish to see his face.

In the pitch-black environment, this kind of sound was far more terrifying than the bullets of a fierce gunfight.

Judging by the current situation, it ought to be so. I tapped my finger against the metal sheet used to engrave the map. "What kind of metal do you think this is?" It was not like iron, for it lacked the weight, yet it was not as light as a sheet of aluminum.

The newcomers were two reasonably handsome men. One wore a half-mask and looked exceedingly cold, while the other wore a faint smile—though Qin Feng knew that this latter type was precisely the sort to hide a dagger behind a smile.

The hotdog vendor raised his eyebrows at her, inquiring if she wanted a hotdog—the sudden eye contact catching Hermione somewhat off guard.

The crux of the matter is that every time I fail to complete my work, I drag my mother down to be scolded by the leadership as well! It is only through their sympathy and grace that our entire family has managed to survive! "Be content, be grateful, work diligently to repay society, repay the hospital, repay the leadership..." Mother was about to nag again, and every time I heard it, my head felt as if it would split open.

"Ying'er, are you thinking of asking the Golden Crow for help?" How could Yuemeng not discern her thoughts? In truth, looking across the entirety of Tianya, the Golden Crow was undoubtedly the most formidable, and as a divine beast that had lived for countless years, it ought to know about the matter of demonization.

She tested it, and her body, like duckweed floating upon the water's surface, actually suspended itself in the center of the cavern entrance. There was no earth beneath her feet, yet the dark elements bore her up as if she were walking on level ground.

"Are you certain it is an invitation?" Yuan Sanye procrastinated, simply unwilling to go inside. The surroundings here were wide and open, making it somewhat easier to run.

Taking some remaining food powder from the stall, he wrapped it neatly in a clean white cloth and placed it in a cool spot. Shi Xinyan arranged these tools of his trade with practiced familiarity, then wiped the heavy sweat from his brow with his sleeve, lifted the tobacco pipe hanging from his waist, placed it to his lips, and took a slow draw.

"Hahaha, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! Let me show you what true power means!" The Demon King sneered, striking the dragon magical beast beneath him. The creature opened its maw and unleashed a heaven-shaking howl that instantly caused ears to ring and heads to throb with splitting pain, followed immediately by a surging torrent of gray, dismal flame.