Chapter 28: The Corpse Awakens

Before he could even process the shock, thunderous rumbles erupted one after another. The earth trembled as massive boulders soared into the air, crashing down upon Longyang like a relentless, overwhelming storm.

When those figures descended from the sky, I narrowed my eyes slightly as I caught sight of them. The teacher’s gaze fixed upon the region occupied by Lán Lú Tiānxiān. Her expression was dark and brooding, eyes locked with the teacher’s without an inch of yielding. Their stares seemed to pulse with an invisible force, warping the very space around them.

After all, when the Azure Demon led a host of secret realm elites to besiege the Ganges Star Domain last time, the crushing defeat was exaggerated in the demon’s propaganda. None of the secret realm masters were eager to face me.

Liu Huan smiled upon hearing this, thinking to himself that it was perfect—getting you drunk early means we can deal with Yang Fang sooner. Once you’re down, your sister is ours to do as we please.

“You two have been yabbering on forever. Are you ever going to stop? You’re not the only ones bored—I'm sick of hearing it too,” Lin Yu said irritably.

“I said I’ll get you out. I will. Just wait,” Lin Xiao replied, moving to the corner of the cell. He lifted his head, staring into the dim shadows, lost in thought.

“Uh? Ling’er, did you give Chen’er some... medicine again?” Tang Longwang eyed Mu Fengling warily, noting her tired, flushed face. Whether it was true or not, he couldn’t tell.

He then hung up and called Lin Siya, asking her to send someone to Dahua Village. Without hesitation, Lin Siya dispatched Lin Guyi immediately.

I lifted the teacup before me with a solemn expression and took a gentle sip. It was bitter at first, but the aftertaste was sweet. Though unfamiliar with tea, I sensed this brew was far from cheap, just as Li Hu had said.

Ye Qiang took Zhang Shaoru’s words to heart, understanding every nuance. He immediately drafted his speech for tomorrow and, using the list Zhang Shaoru left on his desk, categorized the intended messages for different people.

“I have some business to attend to today. Stay in the waiting room and don’t wander off,” came the instruction.

Gao Fei sat in his chair, slowly sipping tea, while the middle-aged man lay silent on the floor.

In such a situation, even Jin Xiuyan, the group’s biggest fan, was helpless. Yet she understood perfectly—she was a devoted fan after all. This return carried special significance, and she was determined to support it wholeheartedly.

“Hey, do you think the academy can enhance someone all the way to the ‘Divine’ level?” Lin Feng suddenly asked. Others turned to look, pondering. The academy claimed to enhance everything—could it truly reach that far?

After hearing the two holy sons roar with indignation, everyone snapped back to reality. Most gasped, a cold sweat breaking out on their backs.

“Are you going to greet the juniors?” Li Zhengzhe asked Jin Xuejun with a smile. Li Shengzhu, Park Jae-ryong, Baek Majun, and Ahn Jaesuk burst into laughter.

However, as he prepared to leave, he bumped into his archrival Wang Yan—the very scion of the Wang family who had tormented him relentlessly in the Stone Tomb.

“Don’t talk nonsense. When have I ever targeted you? When have I ever set you up? I’m just... supervising you. Yes, supervising! As your superior, it’s my duty and responsibility to oversee you, to prevent you from making major mistakes.” Yang Shanshi was impressed with his own cleverness in this reply.

That afternoon, An Nuoyan took Yu Hao and Li Zhe to contact the local bureau’s base. Since this was originally a training base, they had access to certain frequency codes; otherwise, it would be difficult to connect to the control channel, as ordinary receivers rarely picked up those frequencies.

“According to what Daoist Li said, the six of us are roughly equal in strength to those two, or even weaker. Doesn’t that mean we have even less chance?” Chen Yun said with concern. His understanding of Li Liang told him the latter was taciturn but spoke with solid evidence and sharp logic.

In Africa, the number of Ascended Spirit Shamans now ranks second only to the Xuán Sect in China, comparable to the Great Buddha Masters in India.

Meanwhile, at the western volcanic crater, thick smoke billowed, and fiery light flickered. Several red figures soared through the air, their wings blazing with flames—these were the Earthfire Demons ruling the western domain of Beast Island, along with their fiery minions.

The bandit leaders were left speechless by the reprimand. Even if they had grounds to complain, they dared not speak. In his fury, Usman might seek a scapegoat to vent his anger, but being dragged out and executed would be a grave injustice.

The treant seemed slow-witted but was surprisingly swift. Its seven main roots propelled it forward as it launched its body, crashing into the commercial building and shattering it instantly. The massive floating island cracked apart, revealing countless roots entwined inside.

“Abs guy, why did you shout out two names? Did you mess up? Want to try again?” a student called out immediately.

Unlike the JU-52, which could be identified from afar by its rounded nose, boat-shaped floats, twin engines, and twin vertical stabilizers, this aircraft’s pale gray paint bore no conspicuous markings or identifiers.