Chapter 1192: Chapter 554: Lan She (Part 3)
"Mr. Jing brought us here."
Lin Lan gripped the knife with both hands and sneered, "At that time, I was busy guarding my sister as she advanced, didn’t expect Mr. Jing in the hospital to suddenly awaken, and directly caused the building to collapse..."
"Boss, that’s not fair."
The Butcher and the Scholar came out from the black hole, smiling, "Why didn’t you invite us to the fight?"
Old Master Si leaned on his cane and sighed, "Oh dear Mistresses, next time, don’t be so impulsive. Otherwise, when the boss wakes up, even my old life won’t be enough to compensate."
A roaring sound erupted as the towering vines were shattered by a punch.
The girl, like a naughty monkey, carried a golden staff, appearing mighty and imposing.
Ten years have passed, Ji Xiaoyu has grown into a young lady, with short fiery red hair fluttering in the wind, her delicate face revealing an extremely arrogant smile.
The earth trembled incessantly, countless vines disintegrated and collapsed in the Buddhist light.
Wanwan clasped her hands together, her delicate face filled with a serene compassion.
Fu Chaoyang gripped the Desert Eagle tightly and launched an assault amid the vines, the muzzle spewing fierce light.
Gu Diao and Zhai Ru were engulfed in Vermilion Fire, roaring furiously in the depths of the snow, forming terrifying molten lava streams, instantly turning the snowy mountains into a scorching hell.
The clouds were pierced open, and a streak of pitch-black lightning descended from the sky, erupting with a loud crash.
A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, then was torn apart by a scorching Yang Flame!
The aging Chen Bojun held the iron bow, shooting an arrow towards the sky, its might shaking the heavens.
"You’ve aged, Old Chen."
Lu Zijin floated in mid-air, her skirt fluttering in the wind.
They’ve returned.
Ten years later, everyone has returned.
Ten years ago, Gu Jianlin faced the apocalypse alone, valiantly turning the tide.
Ten years later, those he had protected now stood here,
Among those nurtured by Taihua, how many are cowards?
The Vermilion Bird Venerate gazed at these so-called humans through the wind and snow, their pupils filled with a depth that defies understanding, casually resting the scepter in hand, opening the doors of the Vermilion Bird Divine Palace.
In the turbulent dimensions, countless members of the Vermilion Bird Clan occupied the sky.
Bang, a shot penetrated the dimension and blasted into the Fusang Divine Palace.
Jiang Mingyan and Su Youxia lay prone in the helicopter cabin, their gazes cold and fierce.
Yuuki Yocchi and Da Heni charged into the battlefield, with Xing Yun and Ghost Eye making havoc among the endless vines, like two frenzied beasts, extremely ecstatic.
"Are you the only one who can call for reinforcements?"
A brazen voice echoed through the loudspeaker.
Battle jets pierced through the clouds like raptors, armored vehicles racing across the wilderness.
"Divine General Series, calling the President."
"Omega Sequence, calling the President."
"Dawn Combat Sequence, calling the President."
Cheng Youyu took off the loudspeaker, hands on hips, looking defiant.
Nie Xiangsi stood by his side, her eyes full of helplessness.
Lu Zicheng spat out the lollipop in his mouth, "Are you ready?"
Chen Qing smiled as he fastened the trench coat for the girl beside him.
Xia Zhi responded with a hum, and when she opened her eyes again, it seemed as if a sinister and noble shadow was reflected in her pupils, its face covered by a pitch-black ink jade mask.
"Everyone, this is the moment of life and death!"
The elderly Nie, the Deacon, sat in the helicopter, shouting hoarsely:
"In the name of the Order Guardians throughout ages, today... we slay the gods!"
The Ghostly Glowing Lotus blossomed with infinite ghostly light, the woman’s corpse overlooking them from the sky.
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Thump thump, thump thump.
Gu Jianlin tiredly released his fists, seeing before him nothing but endless darkness, he could see nothing, and had lost all perception, the cold and deep darkness gnawing away his final will.
Endless solitude engulfed him like a tidal wave, it was suffocating despair and fear.
In the real world, who knows how much time has passed, he had nothing else to do, the only thing he could do was count time, trying to break free of this dark cage.
One punch equaled one second.
The number was so long it was despairing.
A full billion years.
Unless the Ancient Supreme possesses superdimensional thinking, it’s impossible to remember it clearly.
This is what is most despairing, you clearly possess a lucid perception, yet are always trapped in this abyss devoid of the five senses, endlessly unable to escape.
This is the price he paid for forcefully backlashing against Primordial.
Eternal solitude.
Just like what he had once seen, concerning that eventuality about himself.
Ultimately he used the last ounce of strength, as the endless darkness devoured his final consciousness, he fell wearily, as if sinking into the deep ocean.
Uncertain if it was an illusion.
A faint sigh seemed to arise.
Someone gently caught him in their embrace.
That embrace was so soft and warm.
Faintly suffused with Lan She fragrance.
