Chapter Seventy-Eight: One Against Many

This is unlike any other crisis where you can rely on others for help; in cultivation, if you cannot overcome the obstacles by yourself, then there truly is no way forward. Zhao Yuan did not lack pressure, but he felt there was no need to live in constant fear because of it.

He was capable of accomplishing many things, and matters of cultivation were certainly within his grasp.

"I need to make a trip to Tianshan. Many people there are cultivating the Black Runes. I can't let myself fall behind. Ye Yuer, you should come with me," Zhao Yuan said, his face growing solemn.

Ye Yuer nodded. "Let's rest first. We'll start our journey tomorrow."

They had only one goal: to strive, to work harder, and to become ever stronger, so they could protect all those they wished to protect.

Suddenly, a halo of Buddhist light encircled him. One after another, Buddhas appeared, chanting in meditation, their voices as resonant as great bells and drums, shaking the very soul.

"Is this the end?" Zhao Hao murmured, his gaze flickering with an unfathomable emotion. He trusted every member of his team implicitly, but now it seemed Lin Xingfan was about to lose, the Wild Thunder Squad's winning streak was about to end, and their ticket to the Empire Mecha Tournament was slipping away.

"Very well," Zhu Hongxin nodded and began to slowly report on the Turtle Spirit Island incident, recounting every detail from the previous attack to this one without missing a word.

Upon Li Tianyi's return, Wu Junhao immediately conveyed Li Tianyi's attitude to both Jia Lianqing and the Japanese side.

"Fine, I want to see what tricks you can pull. If you can't prove my Cold Cruelty Elixir is just a prototype, you won't hear the end of this from me," Ghibli sneered, certain that Eddie was talking nonsense, and decided not to rush. He folded his arms and watched coldly from the side.

While listening to Ji Siyuan's account, Yi Feng kept a close eye on his soul fluctuations. If he lied, Yi Feng would sense it at once.

Locked away, Lotito was on the verge of tears as he was dragged into a carriage. Even as the carriage rolled into the distance, his cries still echoed through the streets.

"The present Iron Middle School has merged with the pharmaceutical and medical equipment factory middle schools and was rebuilt elsewhere. The high school merged with No. 17 Middle School and moved to West Second Road—they call it Liuquan Road Middle School now," Wu Chaoying explained.

The team members were stunned. Not to mention anything else, just the fact that each rifle weighed over seven pounds, and each person carried eleven or twelve rifles, meant each one bore a load of over seventy or eighty pounds.

Yet she did not know that from the moment she arrived, she had already fallen under Xiao Long's 'control,' her thoughts following his lead, completely forgetting the purpose that had brought her here.

It was a terrifying reality; that kind of suffering was no less than the downfall of a crime boss. So when I saw Xu Xiaobo's lost expression, I understood. Not only were there few left willing to help, but everyone could acutely feel the side effects of radical brain development.

"Brother Gu, where exactly are we going to watch the show?" Qian Yun's expression did not change; he would not take it seriously. With Gu Yan's skills, the Wild Sword was hardly worth his attention.

Or perhaps, this pain had overwhelmed his instincts—meaning that when some people instantly went into shock, or their bodies underwent tremendous change, the concept of the past vanished completely. Their bodies no longer belonged in the realm of humanity; it was a cruel situation indeed.

Both Yishao and Wang Jinran led their teams swiftly toward the North Square—Yishao approaching, Wang Jinran withdrawing.

At the mention of Duan Mei's name, Duan Jichen suddenly fell silent, no longer speaking. He must have realized that the person on the other end of the phone was not the scammer he had assumed, and was at a loss for how to respond, falling into silence instead.

"Kuangzhen has returned," Yishao said, glancing over. A warrior was walking over from afar, leading another stealth fighter.

One must know that even in the Holy Land, it was rare for anyone to undergo the Holy Soul Tribulation within decades, and the last ascension to sainthood had occurred thirty years ago.

A name is given by one's parents. At the moment of each child's birth, no parent is so cold-hearted as to feel no love. That name carries their hope, the inheritance of destiny, and the bond of blood.