Chapter 144: Surprise Attack on the Three-Demon Mountain

Omsk, Cult of Nature.

During this period, the Cult of Nature had not been idle either. They conflicted with the Huang family, resolved various issues, and simultaneously continued their investigations. Although Lin Qingyun’s appearance made it difficult for them to unearth clear information on many fronts, the Demon Tribulation Army and the Sharp Blade Mercenary Corps had also become their primary targets.

As for the Huang family, they went without saying as the primary hypothetical enemy. During this time, the cult continuously contracted its forces, even pulling back from the headquarters...

When asked about anything else, he simply refused to speak. After being questioned too many times, the old man eventually stopped turning on his phone altogether; whenever anything came up, he would call Hong Wei and have him relay the message.

Faced with Dugu Yufeng’s marriage proposal, the Vermilion Bird Empress declared that she loved him, that she missed him, and that her mind was filled with nothing but him.

Was she going to say next that all these things could only be accomplished by the whole team working together? There was not a shred of genuine sincerity in it.

After answering this routine question, the few journalists present gradually steered their questions off in a different direction.

Chu Yang also took the initiative to share his thoughts with Popovych, and won his support.

When killing Kong Weixiang last time, Jiang Feng had alternated between two daggers, stabbing all the way up from the heart until everything from Kong Weixiang’s heart to his throat was completely shredded into a bloody mess, only then managing to finish off the Heart-Devouring Centipede.

Immediately afterwards, he sprinted out. As he approached the standard shooting spot, not only did he not slow down, but he actually exerted force with his feet and suddenly accelerated forward.

Tang Chunjing had been waiting for Old Xu’s call all along, but to his surprise, Old Xu suddenly returned to the factory in the afternoon.

According to their legends, every Holy Son was transformed from the wandering soul of an ancestor, returning to protect and bless the people of the village. Therefore, in Miao territory, these Holy Sons were held in extreme reverence.

That was right. After losing to the Timberwolves, the Spurs' total losses for the season rose to 17, while the Rockets had only lost 16 games so far. Lagging by just a single game, the Spurs lost their top spot in the Western Conference.

"The enemy has entered the longbowmen's range, Commander. Should we fire?" The scout estimated the enemy's approximate distance and asked in a loud voice.

Opening the storage pouch, Tang Chen took a scan and found there were exactly one hundred thousand spirit crystals, whereupon he cleared the path and let out a cold snort at Liu Yue.

Since they could be absorbed, what was there to wait for? Ye Haoxuan directly issued the order—absorb them.

However, Lin Haoran still maintained a sense of proportion and dared not go too far. Considering that the other party was, after all, an elder, how would it look if he seized the opportunity to pin him to the ground and give him a brutal beating? Leaving aside his own sense of guilt, if there were any straightforward people around, wouldn't they jump out and beat him half to death?

Huang Xu inwardly cursed his bad luck upon hearing this, but on the surface, he repeatedly gave thumbs-up and showered him with praise.

Every single one of these fellows was formerly a super genius from various planes, and they were now the backbone of the Fengwu Sect, typically ranking in the top hundred of the sect disciples' contribution leaderboard.

Yang Yan was the same; this was the first time anyone had ever spoken so much to him, so he was very happy to listen and found it utterly fascinating.

The rebound force propelled Yi Junfan’s body up into the air, and he hurriedly executed a flip to land atop a tree.

They showed no signs of panic whatsoever; on the contrary, they harbored a certain amount of dissatisfaction toward the assistance provided by Ye Haoxuan and the others.

Old Chen could only painfully refuse, regretfully informing several major variety show production teams that Gan Jing’s schedule was completely packed with not a single gap available.

"Master, what should I call you? Boss, Big Brother, or Master, Daddy, or should I just call you Dad?" When uttering such horrifying words, the middle-aged man maintained a completely calm expression, merely pushing up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.