Volume 1, Chapter 25: Celebrating Before the Mission

Eight-thirty in the morning.

The area around Exit E13 of the safe zone was a surging sea of people.

"Heh, with this, that 'Earth-Shrinking' technique won't be of any use," the two-headed giant sneered, his expression twisted with cruelty. In such a cramped space, the advantage of the Earth-Shrinking technique was completely nullified; without it, his opponent was nothing more than an ordinary novice-level practitioner of the Underworld Sect.

Due to the delay, Sylphith's internal organs and the majority of her body had been ravaged beyond recognition. Though she appeared physically unscathed on the surface, her insides had been churned into a bloody pulp by violent internal energy.

Capturing a powerful human warrior alive was far more difficult than simply killing one. Consequently, human warriors of the Sect level rarely appeared at auctions. Many had already caught wind of this event, all of them drawn by the prospect of this novice-level Sect expert.

He tapped on the notification to find a purchase request from a weapons collector, who was looking to acquire a World War II-era German Type 44 coastal submarine.

What frustrated Zhou Yuanqiang, however, was seeing his Tiguan. He could hardly believe his eyes; the new car he had bought only a month ago had completely transformed, looking no better than a battered wreck that had been driven for years. It was covered in dents and caked in mud.

The entire migration would last for a full month—it was a massive undertaking.

The next moment, Black Panther waved a hand, and before the eyes of the hundred or so onlookers, the most formidable Shura collapsed to the ground, a horrific wound on his head gushing blood.

Xie Xinyu looked at the man with a touch of pity. If he knew that the boss had nearly a hundred subordinates at the third-tier Innate level or higher, and that the boss himself had reached the terrifying sixth-tier Innate level, one wondered if he would have fainted on the spot.

Furthermore, he was confident that the Chinese side would not dispatch any high-level figures, as they had yet to realize the importance of the biochemical orcs—or rather, the significance of this data—to the Great Sun Empire. Their existence was merely a contingency plan.

Gu Yi paced the command room with agitation, then suddenly stopped and turned toward a side room. Lorrain glanced over and hurried to follow.

Kagesa pulled the trigger, but by the sound of the click, he knew the chamber was empty. The sound of a dry fire was unmistakable compared to a live shot.

The incoming volleyball seemed to descend with the force of a terrifying vortex, the gale whipping up Xiao Lili’s hair and burying her stern expression beneath it.

He darted to another tree, firing a few more shots in the direction of the sniper, though the only response he received was another high-powered sniper round.

Are you kidding? If everyone found out how powerful he truly was, the first headache would be explaining the source of his strength.

It was now the eighth year of Jianxing, 231 AD. Chu He had been in this world for exactly eight years.

The enemy was well aware of their military protocols and had set a trap in advance, waiting like hunters for them to walk right into the snare.

This wasn't the double-barreled shotgun the others had used back in the day, but a real, pump-action shotgun.

She scanned the room, observing the varied expressions of the members as they looked back at her.

The moment Lin Wei stepped onto the top floor, a powerful sense of being summoned echoed in his mind.

During the three years Tivia had spent by Lin Wei's side, she had not practiced, and her strength had not improved in the slightest. Now, it seemed, that was about to change.