Luo Jinxiao smelled the scent of burnt flesh and nearly retched. She took two steps back, still slightly panicked, but finally relieved. At least Qu Weiyin didn’t intend to hurt her. Qu Weiyin naturally noticed the wariness in her eyes and scoffed. She looked up at the sky, now nearing dusk. The fiery red sun hung on the horizon, relentlessly…
A fireball, brimming with ferocious magic power, hurtled directly towards Luo Jinxiao. The besieged Demon Lord, bathed in an aura of blood, fell before her. She was as fragile as a flickering candle in the wind, yet her gaze remained fiercely resolute, strikingly beautiful. As her consciousness gradually faded, Luo Jinxiao caught a glimpse of the Demon Lord suddenly reaching…
The aftermath of the catastrophe was devastating, but almost all survivors were filled with gratitude. Time, they knew, would eventually heal all wounds. Fresh shoots emerged from the scorched earth. Farmers rushed to replant crops destroyed by the heavy rains. The sky cleared, and all things began to revive. Fortunately, the catastrophe hadn’t spread too far. Although Wuzhong City was…
Gui Jiu obeyed. The doors slammed shut with a resounding boom, leaving no gap. The hall was plunged into darkness, illuminated only by the shimmering night pearls overhead. Sensing something amiss, the visitors turned around just as the Sect Leader unleashed her colorless spiritual energy, forming a visible, impenetrable barrier across the entrance. “What is the meaning of this?!” the…
The room was dead silent for a long time until the Sect Leader finally broke the silence. “You must be joking,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m not,” Luo Jinxiao looked up at her, her dark eyes blinking away tears. “Otherwise, why would he have said those words?” She glanced at the solemn faces opposite her, then suddenly broke…