Chapter 160: The Mushroom Spirit Matriarch

The serpentine creatures seemed wary of the distorted space, halting their advance and beginning to coil in place, searching for an opportunity to attack. Qixiao did not give them the chance; dealing with this kind of creature required a swift resolution.

"Fire Serpent Technique!" Qixiao chanted the incantation once more, and a coiled fire serpent composed entirely of flames flew out from his Thunder-Winged Dragonflame Staff, heading straight toward the serpentine creatures.

The intense heat of the flame serpent instantly dispelled the chill within the cavern.

"Eunuch Li, aren't you making false accusations! Lord Lang agreed to let Young Master Qi follow us. Could it be that Lord Lang is also a spy?" Major Xue shouted indignantly.

After emerging, the monster glared at the fleeing soul, its eyes flashing with a golden beam that struck the spirit, causing the escaping soul to instantly freeze mid-air.

To be honest, Sun Yang could not say for sure whether there was danger at the top of the sinkhole. Although everyone had not encountered any danger while up there earlier, that did not mean there would never be danger; perhaps they had simply been lucky enough not to run into any.

As soon as Sun Lin finished speaking, a bizarre flash of flame-like light flickered in his eyes. The elder of the Departing Fire Sect saw this strange flash of fiery color in Sun Lin's eyes and was greatly startled.

Sun Lin ignored the words of the Flood Dragon Demon King and, without the slightest hesitation in his movements, reached out to touch the surging Pillar of Heaven-Supporting White Jade.

In fact, I told them that regardless of those hype-mongers on the internet or television, they actually possess very little genuine skill and remain merely at the theoretical stage.

Emerson had intended to use the Star Spirits to stop the bleeding, but the Star Envoys had given strict orders: no using Star Spirits to stop bleeding or alleviate pain. The wounds had to heal on their own, letting the pain and scars serve as a reminder never to repeat the same mistake.

Jiang Xuan's father looked at Sun Yang with pity—a destiny arranged by their ancestors a millennium ago, destined to become nourishment for the resurrection of those ancestors.

Xue Hao did not even glance at the dead loser, instead looking at the other three lucky survivors, and said with profound meaning.

Upon entering, they discovered that the interior was as resplendent and magnificent as an ancient imperial palace.

The story recounts the experiences of my good friend's grandmother, who was a midwife. She is still alive after all these years, but ever since that incident, she never delivered a baby again and refused to ever speak of it.

The Chaos System directly produced a set of Hanfu. Wu Yingbo was instantly stunned when he saw it. It was breathtakingly beautiful—a light blue garment with crisp fabric that made Wu Yingbo fall in love with it at first sight.

He was lying on a beach, the surging tide washing ashore and soaking half of his body. The surrounding air did not smell pleasant, reeking of a foul, burnt stench mixed with some strange oily odors.

When he sensed some movement and lowered his head to look, he discovered that numerous vines were emerging from unknown sources all around the ground, growing rapidly toward his location.

"Done!" Bai Jun successfully added Lu Chenxi on WeChat, the joy written all over his face.

Following this wave of population assimilation, the scale of the Orc camp expanded at an exponential rate.

Just like his own crystal ability and degraded star bone, these rewards brought out from the instances were actually capable of growth. Of course, one could also directly purchase higher-level abilities through the system mall, but they were too expensive; it was still more reliable to evolve abilities through continuous training.

Upon obtaining the blood, Denji's constitution as a Fiend manifested immediately. A massive amount of flesh and blood began to regenerate rapidly. Then, Chu Guan reached out and pulled the newly regrown chainsaw ripcord on Denji's chest. With the roar of an engine echoing out, Denji bolted upright as if waking from a nightmare.

The class monitor did not reprimand me. Instead, he said, "Did I scare you? Don't be afraid." Then, he helped me fix the work I had done wrong.