Chapter 37: A Thousand Shadows Ride the Wind-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

At this moment, Wei Yunxi was holding a book titled "An Analysis of the Mountain Veins and Topography of the Mighty Universe Realm," flipping through its pages. The book mainly discussed the famous mountain ranges within the Mighty Universe Realm, their formation and trajectories, and even incorporated some techniques of geomancy and divination. Finding it fascinating, she silently memorized the parts that intrigued her.

Ever since she had cultivated to the fourth layer of Qi Refining, she could distinctly feel her spiritual sense becoming stronger, now able to rival the coverage of a cultivator at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment.

"Roar!" Flames suddenly engulfed the humanoid monster. Its roar sounded nothing like a scream of pain. With a single gesture, it gathered the flames entwined around its body into its palm, instantly condensing them into a sword of fire which it hurled directly at Kamijo Touma.

"Let them come! If they end up crying for their fathers and mothers, they can't blame me for showing no mercy," Leonardo spat out with resentment. That wretch always opposed him, as if he owed her something from a previous life.

—If it were an ordinary expert, the points on the opposite side would have been left far behind already. But Xia Ling's score clung tenaciously close, only about a thousand points apart, and the gap was steadily shrinking.

The Silver Horn was simply thrown to the ground; no one went to help him, and taking him away was out of the question.

The Sealing Squad, ignoring their fatigue, swiftly stepped forward and sealed E as well. Asuma was extremely pleased with his disciples' performance, for they were perfect gems. At this point, all six members of the dissenting group among the twelve guardian ninja of the Land of Fire had been sealed. The coalition's morale soared, and the scales of victory began to tip in their favor.

Lu Qinghe looked down at Zhou Zizai, Qiu Wuwei, Yang Wanli, and the others below. Without wasting words, he simply waved his hand.

"Hiss!" Wang Peng hadn't finished speaking when his pupils contracted sharply and he drew in a breath of cold air—the sensation of being watched had returned.

Not only the adventurers in the southwest camp were observing this battle; several other groups were also paying attention.

"Me? Then you’re bound to be disappointed," Victoria said with disdain, glancing at Mo Fei.

Ye Fan and his companions had spent years laying out this grand scheme, and their move was aimed at the extinction of the merfolk—a testament to the depth of their hatred for the merfolk clan.

Zhang Zhao went up to the third floor to find Li Zijing, and Guo Rong immediately headed for the fourth. He knew exactly who had evacuated early; upon seeing them, he called them out directly, taking advantage of the fact that the main gate was still secure to head straight for the ship.

"Crack... crackle..." Shen Yu smashed a crack into the defensive magic, but it did not affect the protected computer.

Onyxia, who had been dozing outside, abruptly awoke. She glanced up at the sky and immediately sensed a familiar yet foreign presence, one not belonging to Kozan. Instantly, she transformed into a black dragon and soared upward. As Onyxia shot into the sky, she triggered the Kozan Island's alarm, and the dragon knights took to the air, encircling the intruder.

During this period, he handled more than fifty bizarre incidents and guided nearly a hundred wandering souls, quickly becoming the most valued "mortal" in the spiritual realm's underworld.

"What mother? I am your lady!" After living in the Northern Song for five years, Wang Qing had long grown used to such forms of address.

Her voice was cold and clear. In truth, she wanted to say, "With Situ Qing at your side, why would you need me to look after you?"

Compared to Murong Che's physical torment, it was the suspicion and distrust in his eyes at that moment that hurt her heart even more.

Dozens of icy arrows shot toward the undead, but it dodged them effortlessly. Even if they had struck, it was unlikely they would have caused much harm.

Time cannot wait for players to recover of their own accord. By the time they strive to improve, it may already be too late, and the season could be ruined. Psychological counseling should be seriously considered.

Ruoshui was equally cooperative. The two quickly performed a double act, exchanging covert glances and then continued to "enjoy" the delicacies laid out on the table.