Chapter 146: Alien vs. Transmigrator

"You, considering that you're injured, I won't argue with you for now." Despite these words, his expression remained one of deep annoyance.

"Mother, have you ever resented it?" Ran Yi had never voiced such a question to her mother, yet in her heart, she had pondered it thousands and millions of times.

Scanning the beds one by one, I noticed that the quilt on the bed in the very last corner was puffed up high.

Watching Ling Nuo'er, he suddenly sank into his memories, perhaps because she too had recalled their past life.

"What else do you want to say to me? Didn't you say you never wanted to see me again?" Her tone was cold as she turned her head away, refusing to look at Lin Xinyao any longer.

Chen Yue looked at Shangguan Jue with a half-smile. A suspicious blush flashed across Shangguan Jue's face; he must have remembered that night, and his gaze toward her carried a trace of lingering resentment.

Among them, Mai Huiling possessed the strongest soul power, so the scouting duty fell to her. Mai Huiling extended her spiritual consciousness to a radius of fifty meters, which was already her absolute limit.

As for the celebratory wine mentioned by the King of Chu, Cang Lei no longer cared. Now, he simply did what he pleased and went wherever he wished. Perhaps what he anticipated most right now was the lifting of the continent's seal; he longed for a vaster sky and needed to seek out his own parents.

The Seven-Star Array was a relatively common magic formation within the immortal mountains, boasting a myriad of uses. For instance, the array cultivators used the Seven-Star Array primarily to borrow power from the Big Dipper as an auxiliary formation. Sword cultivators also had a Seven-Star Array, which was a massive, lethal battle formation modeled after the Big Dipper.

"Is that so?" Fuji withdrew his gaze, looking at Sakuraichi's racket in his hand. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a gentle smile bloomed across his delicate, refined features. "Well then, Sakuraichi, I'm going to take it all back with interest."

Having requests meant that, at the very least, they harbored no malicious intent—a few of the Star Masters already revealed somewhat softened expressions. Others still maintained a wait-and-see attitude, yet the wariness in the depths of their eyes unconsciously faded away. Only the few individuals standing close to the old man frowned.

Coldly watching those men running away in the distance, she raised her hand and pointed it toward them. Her clear, chilling voice carried a heavy, bewitching allure, showing not an ounce of mercy.

Feeling Mo's gaze fixed upon him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but lower his head. His already pale complexion completely lost its last trace of blood.

"What is this..." Awakening, Boli looked at his own hands in utter astonishment, continuously flexing his fingers until he confirmed that these were indeed his own hands.

Luo Ahua asked no further questions. Without even bothering to wash her face, she grasped her clearance token in one hand and conjured a teleportation talisman in the other, hurrying back to headquarters.

The second floor remained somewhat noisy, but the third floor was completely quiet, devoid of any sound other than the footsteps of their walking.

Luo Zhengkun felt a sense of gratification that his lengthy discourse had not been in vain after all, and had finally enlightened Luo Qiran.

Concealing figures, masking auras, and even the massive commotions brought about by the movement of the opponent's gigantic body seemed to be "devoured" by this fog. There was no sound of piercing through the air, no vibrations transmitted through the atmosphere; even when the opponent's attack was imminent, it was difficult to detect whence the strike came.

The unstoppable military might of the Hell army was carving through the star domain, and wherever the demons went, they were practically invincible.

Locke did not try to persuade him too much. If Anderson refused to believe him, facts would naturally prove that Locke truly had his best interests at heart.

Yan Yuncheng raised his hand slightly, and the Profound Light Shield instantly enveloped him, protecting him from behind. The scorching wave was cut off in a flash, unable to advance even half an inch.

Chen Xiang maintained his calm gaze, once again shattering the sword Qi as he sought to capture Zhou Tianhai's true body. Zhou Tianhai flashed once more, slashing at Chen Xiang with his sword. For a moment, the two remained locked in this stalemate.

Being able to wake up was a tremendous blessing, but waking up with hair turned white overnight left her wondering if this was merely a flash in the pan before death.

"You... I..." Xia Taiyan's forehead began to sweat, utterly failing to process how Tu Ming had learned that the sect master was under siege.

A monkey, a monkey covered in golden fur, majestic and formidable, standing eight feet tall with its arms crossed, its golden wings flapping behind it, halted right in front of Ye Yang and the others.

Taking advantage of his stammering, Zhu Ji grabbed his arm and cut him off: "The Mistress has issued a personal invitation; what else is there for you to hesitate about? Rest assured, Mistress, the White Dragon Envoy will definitely arrive on time tomorrow. Please return." With that, she hauled Xie Gongbao away.

Goudan had originally intended to puncture Yan Yuncheng's pride, but how could Yan Yuncheng let himself suffer a loss? He immediately shot a threatening glare over. Goudan instantly caved, spilling the secrets and crucial weaknesses of the Soul-Devouring Ghost Skull while making it clear that he could not handle these two individuals alone.

As for the Martial King who had fallen victim to it, his meridians had been sealed for nearly twenty seconds—more than double the duration of the old Daoist's confinement.

There were no fluctuations of zombies whatsoever within his consciousness. Jiu Er dared not let her guard down, her footsteps falling unhurriedly upon the stairs as her spiritual awareness tightly enveloped the entire building. The energy of a sixth-rank esper was released without concealment, causing any approaching lower-rank zombies to bypass the building with apprehension.

The elevator doors opened once more—this time not triggered by us, but by a squad of soldiers outside.