Chapter 33: Despair

Eight hours had passed since the earthquake struck.

The rescue team brought by the Ying family and Shi Jing was highly professional; with a clear objective, they began their operation at the art center. Almost no one had managed to escape when the earthquake hit, leaving the majority buried beneath the rubble. Ying Bowen ordered his team to recover every person they found, regardless of whether they were alive or dead.

Just as the Specter clan members were trapped by the flames generated by the formation, the Sky-Scar clan members lying in ambush outside began firing their Celestial Crossbows into the sea of fire. Pu Yunqing had intended to ask why they were resorting to such measures, but he realized that many things were bound to become complicated; perhaps, in this moment, everything was simply as clear as it appeared.

"The reason you cannot achieve it yet is simply because you have yet to master control. If you act rashly, you may find that what you seek will never manifest in your hands." The old man’s voice suddenly appeared. His presence also confirmed that everything Yun Feiyu had said was true.

Jue Chen’s obsidian armor shattered completely, replaced by a suit of Silver Radiance Holy Armor. As the master of this silver-hued world, he walked slowly toward the evil that should not exist in this realm to deliver divine punishment.

Bo Yunlang looked at Su Yiyao with doting affection, wanting nothing more, yet he felt absolutely nothing for Mother Bai and Bai Jinbao.

"You’ve lived together for so long, and he hasn't even touched you? Could it be that he has a problem in that department?" Xia Ruxue teased mischievously.

Some time later, during a heavy thunderstorm, the flashes of lightning blinded the eyes of those who looked up. Suddenly, with a deafening roar, a bolt of lightning struck the mountain, igniting a fierce fire. Fortunately, the rain was heavy, and the flames were extinguished before they could spread.

Having experienced a magical attack once before, he did not hesitate to drop his food and instinctively dodged to the side.

They scouted the living room for a moment, exchanged a few gestures in sign language, and then nimbly began tinkering with the hidden corners around the room.

He was refined and polite; his language was exceptionally courteous, making him seem less like a soldier and more like a receptionist.

Rising with the force of his palm strike was a terrifying momentum, like a collapsing mountain or a surging tsunami, pressing directly down upon the hearts of the two men.

Nightingale tossed a cola to him, took one for herself, wrapped a robe around her shoulders, and walked with Zheng Qi toward the lounge area nearby.

However, all of that was secondary. The main thing was the time Zhao Xuan and his friends climbed over the wall to sneak into an internet cafe. When the school organized a raid, Teacher Tian discovered them but let him and his friends go, whereas students caught from other classes were either forced to call their parents, received major demerits, or were expelled.

Furthermore, in this PK event, no player could restore health. You entered with full health, and whatever health you lost in a match remained lost for the next round. There was no mid-match healing; you only returned to full health after death.

As long as he did not exceed the limit of power allowed for an individual in this world, Wang Li could use his strength here without suppression or rejection.

Originally, Ye Hongji had truly wanted to seek protection under Zhao Xuan, whether to resist the potential threat from the Wu family or to find a powerful backer; that had been his intention all along.

"Heh!" Zhou Qingman chuckled, raising her glass to toast Lu Tianyu first. Lu Tianyu also raised his glass to drink with her.

I was just about to ask a question when one of them took off the hat covering his head, revealing a face I knew all too well.

Straining with all his might, he reached the hilt of the blade, pulled hard, and drew the short knife, gripping it tightly in his hand.

He knew he could not rely on accumulating the daily rewards slowly; otherwise, his state of mind would be damaged, and his path in martial arts would reach its end right there.