Volume 1, Chapter 55: The World as Prison, All Living Beings as Ants

Eu enriqueço nos mundos yin e yang Tédio dentro do tédio. 1223 words 2026-08-04 04:37:49

The agents from the Special Bureau turned pale at the sight of over fifty demons swirling inside the Qingda building.

“Zhou Wei, hurry in and save them! What are you standing there for?” someone shouted.

Zhou Wei glanced over. “Director…”

Just as he was about to rush forward, one of the demons that had been inside the school yard suddenly leapt and kicked him aside.

“Master Lan…” A group of six doctors and four nurses approached, led by an elderly man about the same age as Lan Guohui. He stepped forward respectfully and looked at Lan Guohui with deference.

Half a month ago, the elder of the Zheng family from Kunlun Mountain, Zheng Jiangshan, had come to Fengwei Mountain over a minor matter and stayed at the Yan family’s residence. Naturally, Yan Feitian greeted him with utmost respect, offering fine wine and sumptuous dishes.

After all, he was only in charge of the restaurant, not responsible for the cooking itself. His role was simply to oversee things. Rank meant little to him; after reaching level 10, he could come to the main city, occasionally check the game, but mostly he remained tied to his physical shop.

Outside the room, Shao Yitian was about to close the door when a sudden thought stopped him. He turned back with a smile and looked warmly at Su Yuting inside.

The short man slammed hard against the main door, and the rolling shutter collapsed entirely, crushing him beneath it.

If only they had sent their true elite disciples from the start to avoid such humiliation before so many powerful factions.

The wind was so strong that Shao Yitian was nearly blown away. Had he not used all his divine power to steady himself, he might have been swept off his feet.

Meanwhile, the Six Saints faced off against the Zunsheng Banner and the Twin Sturgeon Fish. A large flag whipped through the air as two giant spiked maces struck from left and right. The Seven confronted the Auspicious Knot and the Great Spiral—two of the most peculiar sacred treasures. The Auspicious Knot was a golden rope that coiled like a serpent, instantly binding the Seven’s neck with a fatal knot that tightened relentlessly.

The archer’s technique was unclear at first, but having witnessed many such moments in a past life, he roughly knew how to proceed. As soon as he drew the Cold Iron Nine-Refined Bow, he nocked a refined iron arrow, aimed at a tree ahead, and released the string.

The events that had just transpired lasted less than a minute, and Akari had witnessed everything clearly. Now, her counterattack began in tandem with her words.

Even the most carefree brothers should not act rashly when facing certain matters.

Though the Sand Clan nominally had a tribal chief, the real power was wielded by Huang Qi’s branch. Otherwise, why would previous chiefs willingly offer their own descendants as “tribute”?

Feng Deyi was cunning, obsequious, and duplicitous. Yang Chong now cared only for his own image and did not concern himself with whether Feng Deyi was sincere or capable of leadership. Li Gang was a gentleman, and Yang Chong had his reservations. If all else failed, perhaps Wei Yunqi or Linghu Defen could serve as backups.

The old lady kept tugging at the old man beside her, signaling me to leave quickly with her eyes. The old man retorted, “Old lady, don’t stop me. If I’m courting death, who else is to blame?”

The moment Gao Xin fell, Xia Bingbing’s heart ached. After all, she had personally struck him down. She hurried over and shook his body desperately.

“Gaka-gaka!” Mohemo, who had been locked in a stalemate with Damo, suddenly hurled a child fiercely toward Damo as he charged forward, then fled swiftly in the opposite direction.

The Three-Dragon True Cauldron was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing hundreds of ice-skinned jade-boned plants whole.

The cart from the cave swiftly approached. Sure enough, the large mansion belonged to a high-ranking demon merchant. Its exterior was entirely pitch-black, decorated with exquisite embellishments. Flanking the arched main entrance were two towering demon guards nearly ten feet tall, their heads adorned with horns and clad in armor.