Chapter 30: Spiritual Power Surpasses Inner Strength

When Hua Changxi returned to the warehouse carrying the severely wounded Yu Huai, everyone there was shocked.

"What happened to Brother Yu?"

Yu Huai’s two confidants, Wan Xiaozhou and Li Meng, rushed over to take him.

Hua Changxi said, "I don't know. When I returned to the Bureau of Medicine, I found Big Brother Yu lying unconscious at the back door. His injuries are quite severe. You should take him to see a doctor immediately."

Wan Xiaozhou immediately said, "Li Meng, hurry and find a cart—"

A poisonous fog surged toward the factory. Having no other choice, Pica merged with the ground, causing the stone surface to ripple and flow.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. After learning a bit about Gotham City, I found that this style seemed to fit the atmosphere of the place," Lin Yu said with a smile.

Guan Hai tilted his head and downed a bowl of liquor, wiping the stains from his mouth with his sleeve, looking entirely unconcerned.

After Zhang Ke left, the man who had committed the misdeed finally mustered the courage to come out and apologize.

Although the group’s faces were etched with exhaustion, the man walking in front answered Jiang Yan’s inquiry with patient perseverance.

Sludge, blood, and sweat clogged every pore on his body. The sensation was indescribable, making it impossible to breathe.

Everyone looked at Yang Su in confusion. Before anyone could ask a question, a gust of violent wind struck, blowing the poisonous fog away. The group was also caught in the gale, unable to move, and came to a halt.

Jiang Yan chuckled and nodded at Tie Niu. Seeing this, Tie Niu hurriedly released his grip on the second-in-command's throat.

The man looked down from above, his face covered by a golden mask. His pupils were a pale blue, and his gaze was as deep as the vast ocean.

How could two legs possibly outrun four? After the initial anger passed, Yan Gang and Tian Kai realized something was amiss and quickly spurred their horses to find Ju Yi, shouting words of caution.

Fortunately, Zhou Linlan’s office was soundproofed well enough. Otherwise, one could only imagine what his colleagues would have thought if they heard his heroic roars and his bitter, murderous threats.

Shoushou was still unsatisfied, but whenever Chen Feng took the lead and said he was ready to head back, Shoushou, lacking any backbone, would immediately chime in, "Wherever my brother goes, I go."

As soon as Yin Shuang charged into the position of Guo Ming’s soldiers, she smashed the heads of one soldier after another with her delicate, snow-white fists.

"I have the key," Lucy said, taking a few quick steps to stand before Zhao Tiezhu, preparing to unlock the door.

An object suddenly spun through the air over his head, and Feng Yinglou’s expression shifted once more. The opponent had thrown a "meteor hammer" with stones tied to both ends. Feng Yinglou was familiar with such things; during his field survival training, they used to build these weapons that were thrown by spinning them.

"Nonsense! I am securing a new international landscape for America after the collapse of the Soviet Union! I am creating a brighter future for our nation!" George H.W. Bush declared.

The Shen family was at a critical point in its revival; how could they permit such a scandal to arise over the death of a concubine? Moreover, Chen had left behind heirs.

Yet, in his fury, his burst of power surpassed anything he had shown before. As he struck with his palm, the air in front of him trembled violently, and waves of energy surged rapidly along with his hand.

Although Old Arslan had seen the F-117 before, he had only looked at its sci-fi exterior at the time. Now, although it was a downed wreck, he could observe it up close and even dismantle it for study.

Zhang Hao shook his head slightly. He had become accustomed to such bickering; as long as the three of them were together, he saw it almost every day.

Wu Changtian’s already gaunt face had become even more angular after a month of jungle life, as if carved by a knife and axe. His dark skin was stained with various unidentified colorful saps, yet nothing could conceal the sharp, imposing aura radiating from him.

Facing Chang Gexing’s stern questioning, Qiulin Duoji dismounted and bowed deeply, expressing his sincere submission.

This conversation lasted for three or four hours, and even though Qin Ning was anxious, he had no choice but to wait.

"I want to hear what Zhao Mo did." Li Ziting’s thumb lingered on her lips, his dark eyes staring deep into hers, looking as if he were about to kiss her at any moment.

This meant there was room for reconciliation. Yue Li’s mouth curled upward in joy, though he dared not go too far. Having just washed up, he looked refreshed; even this faint smile made him appear radiant and infinitely noble. Heaven was truly unfair, bestowing all its blessings upon Yue Li.

"Wait here for a moment." Mu Qingyu pulled Ye Feiyang and pushed against the wall, revealing a hidden door.

Chang Gexing gasped. Yang Guang had left him not just a mess, but a mess harboring an atomic bomb—a single misstep would result in total destruction.

"Second brother, sit!" Yang Yong led Chang Gexing to a pavilion. It was not very large, barely holding a table and a chessboard.

Chang Gexing shielded Zhu Gui’er behind him, coughed a few times, and spat out a mouthful of blood. He licked his lips, and a metallic taste of blood immediately overwhelmed his taste buds.

The layout of the Mahayana Talisman Seal was extremely ingenious; even if Sun Ang had passed by outside the mountain, he might not have discovered the secrets hidden within.

Sun En had mastered the "Limitless Yellow Heaven," to the point where he could even achieve reincarnation in the mortal world.

"I agree. If you hadn't broken the formation, Chu Nan, I suspect we would have been trapped here until we died," Zheng Mudan said indignantly.

He let out a silent roar. In an instant, a massive figure rose from below, waving arms over ten meters long to strike fiercely at the Thunder Shadow.