Chapter 30: Not the Divine Beast Baize, but a Human

No wonder Fu Qiqi wears sunglasses; it turns out her world is blindingly bright.

In the distance, light gathered like the rising sun, carrying layers of mist as it converged toward the altar. The white glow enveloping Baize Village stung the eyes, making them uncomfortable.

It was not until the mist and the light completely merged that an even more piercing radiance shot into the sky, concealing a touch of darkness deep within the fog.

Everyone subconsciously closed their eyes. The stinging pain surged into their brains, and they all knelt there, dazed as if they had lost their souls.

Frank, over seventy years old, had served in World War II and became a gardener at the Riddle house after being wounded. Later, when the Riddle family was murdered by Voldemort, the Muggle police could not find the killer, so Frank was named a suspect. Eventually, he was released due to lack of evidence.

There were eighty-one divine children. Excluding Mu Changsheng and his several avatars, there were only seventy-odd people left. Yet, to enter the next round, only thirty were needed. With the Despair Magic City and the four great ancestral beasts already accounting for about twenty of them, how many spots remained?

He was truly worthy of being the future butler of the Zhou family; it was absurd how he knew everything. To his knowledge, Zhang Zihan spoke at least three foreign languages, six or seven local dialects, could drive, understood the law, knew how to cook, and even possessed some combat skills.

The tribespeople of Lotus Village returned to their homes one after another to retrieve various medicinal herbs and spiritual elixirs, each contributing to treat the wounded Ink Wolves. If it weren't for the Ink Wolf clan today, Lotus Village would likely have been wiped out by the dozens of demonic cultivators. Even though the Ink Wolf clan had previously attacked Lotus Village, the villagers were still very grateful to them.

Suddenly, Thresh, standing in place, wiggled his hips with script-like agility, twisting his body to dodge the Q abilities from Ezreal and Braum.

The Emperor was anxious and, forgetting that the Empress was not to be trifled with while in bed, he flicked the hem of his imperial robes, left Eunuch Du and the rest of the entourage behind, and stormed into the Weiyang Palace with a stern face.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't rested well during his days at the old mansion, but once back in a familiar environment, Wen Shusheng's thoughts relaxed, and before long, he drifted off to sleep.

Her long hair hung softly over her shoulders, loose and unkempt yet not messy, nor did it seem deliberate. Everything about her gave the impression that it was "just as it should be," as if she herself were an irreplaceable existence.

Although Han Lang also wanted to fight Xiang Yu, it was not the right time, so he had to leave it for another day.

Cheng Yitian pretended to let his gaze wander, looking everywhere; Yin Shisan seemed to have been choked by the wind, staring wide-eyed and coughing violently. The strangest one was Lan Feng'er.

The area within the city was vast, filled with tents and makeshift structures, resembling a massive shantytown. Survivors moved about, busy with their own affairs.

First, Yamamoto Ichiki reported this news upward. He felt the information was quite important and believed it would receive due attention.

Before the words had even faded, he moved his body, instantly using the "shrinking the earth to an inch" divine ability to appear a dozen zhang away beside Zhou Yang, raising his golden, glowing fist to strike at him.

I looked back toward the center of the field, watching Chen Wan being pulled into a dance-off; I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Throughout the entire Demon Blade Sect, only a few people were lucky enough to be deep within the Demon Blade Valley, avoiding the impact of these magical waves.

It turned out he was the captain of the Biology Department's debate team. He had led them into the finals and was one of the coaches for the Golden League involving the Normal University, Medical University, and University of Science and Technology.

Because the view was obstructed by sand dunes in front, the sunset here was not as complete as it was in the vast desert, and it was certainly less grand and magnificent. However, it had the advantage of clouds today. The clouds had long been dyed colorful by the setting sun, changing hues as the sun sank lower. Compared to yesterday, it had a different charm.

He had received Yamamoto Ichiki's telegram last night but couldn't be bothered to pay attention to it. That so-called special forces team—what were they showing off for?

Liu Yunfeng did not expect Qi Er to ask him this question, but he still patiently told Qi Er everything he knew.