Chapter 88: Their Only Privilege (Part One)

Yun Shuang frowned slightly, but was not particularly surprised. She nodded and said, “I have no major matters this afternoon. I’ll come with you to take a look.” It had already been three days since Yang Yuan last spoke to her about this case. For the past three days, there had been no further reports of incidents at the Benevolent Relief Institute, and Yun Shuang had begun to suspect she might have been overthinking things that day.

She then told Fifteen to head home first, and hurried off with Yang Yuan and the others toward the institute. As they walked, Yang Yuan began to speak.

But now, Yao Leiming had actually… had the audacity to threaten Jiang Ran, using such despicable means to force her into marriage. Her brother was handsome, clever, and had a gentle temperament. No matter how mischievous she was, he always looked at her with a smile, never once losing patience.

Such an array possessed unparalleled power; even the phrase “obliterate the world” could not begin to describe its might. Even so, they were still shocked by the things they had heard Jiang Taichu had done.

Shi Liying was momentarily stunned and began to speak in confusion, but before she could finish, Zhang Rui shot her a glare that made her fall silent.

At this moment, Zhou Wuyi and Zhou Wuque were both a little envious. Although they possessed quite a bit of ancient immortal information themselves, none of it concerned beings of the divine or demonic level. The existence of such beings was deeply tempting to them.

Xia Ri looked at the three cards still left in her hand, and then at Rong Chengyao’s self-satisfied grin. She couldn’t believe it—she was supposed to be an expert at this game. How could she have lost?

“It’s roughly similar, but after several thousand years, many details have changed,” Dorjis said.

The sound of shattering echoed, and it was clear that unfamiliar auras, foreign to this world, were descending from the heavens.

A piercing cry rang out as the Azure Luan dove down. The blue-feathered wings stirred up a fierce wind blade, revealing the full might of a divine beast.

Last night’s events had left a shadow in Song Qingci’s mind. Now, she probably couldn’t get into the right state, which made the game meaningless.

Although the resource map only covered a ten-kilometer radius, it refreshed in real time. As long as Chen Ming moved, he could see even farther.

For a fleeting moment, Zhongli Wuyuan felt she had become distant and polite. Unable to fathom her thoughts, he could only respect her attitude and wishes. He rose and quietly thanked her.

“Heh, that last move was just a test. Did you really think I, the God of Light, had only that much power?”

Admittedly, it was a bit forceful, but it was also meant to help Zhang Bo minimize waste as much as possible.

Now that the crisis at the Canglan Holy Land had been resolved, the best outcome would be to retreat safely with all the disciples.

While Zhang Qingyun and the others were discussing, the inner city of the base had already started to bustle with activity.

After Yun Zheng replied, Jiang Yichen looked at her with greater admiration. Someone who had clawed their way back from hell and been reborn could not be matched in willpower by ordinary people.

Yun Chao wasn’t gloating; he genuinely wanted to teach Zhao Runchun a lesson, a stubborn obsession carried over from his previous life.

“Use this place as the base. Send out everyone. Search every inch of land within a hundred-mile radius,” ordered the middle-aged man called Second Elder.

Once these two areas were dealt with, there would be no other forces left in all of North America. The Ming Dynasty would completely occupy the entire continent.

Suddenly, he sensed something terribly wrong. His mental energy, which had been spread out, was sliced—no, devoured—by a razor-sharp force. He stopped in his tracks instantly.

“But.” Watching his overjoyed subordinates getting carried away, Diandengzi Qifei set down his teacup and quietly added, “But.”

“Is it that strange?” A hint of mockery flitted through Lang Ming’s eyes, but in their depths lay a sense of relief. If those humans hadn’t appeared, perhaps this would truly have been the end for the Wolf Sky Tribe.