Chapter 207: Grand Finale 4

Apocalypse: Stockpiling a Trillion Supplies at the Start Master Wujie 1230 words 2026-04-01 07:50:14

Du Fuguo felt as though an invisible force had struck his heart, and countless question marks swirled through his mind: Why? In this sea of fire, how did you manage to get away unscathed? That defies every logic of war! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There must be something I have not yet noticed. The bombardment could never end so easily!

“It really is over! Your subordinates...”

“Sit down.” Liu Xin swept his gaze across the people on both sides, a formidable aura rising from him. His cold eyes turned, as though a blade of ice had flashed forth, and his clear, frosty stare fixed on the crowd with an invisible pressure.

In the former dynasty, Prime Minister Li had been utterly loyal to the previous emperor. For many years he had assisted the throne while resisting the Duan clan’s grip on imperial power. It could be said that the Empress Dowager and Prime Minister Li had been political enemies for more than a decade, yet today, in order to curb the influence of the Yun clan, they sat together in rare harmony to discuss the grand strategy for preserving the realm.

Li Ye had not expected Jing Xiang to think exactly as he did, and he laughed softly. “It seems I truly must thank Minister Song. He has given me a splendid gift and solved many of my troubles.”

“Hey, hey, hey, easy, easy.” Zhao Guodong could not keep up the act any longer, tilting his head and crying out in pain.

“If I were to make a move, I could indeed salvage this tragedy. It’s just that these two white snakes are already at death’s door. To fight the giant eagle, they seem to have used some secret art, and that art burns away their life force directly.” Bardak did not not want to intervene; it was simply too late now.

After leaving the Land of Clouds, Bardak headed toward Utakata’s location. Since he had not found Chomei, the Seven-Tails, he could only move against the Six-Tails he had sensed first.

His finger trembling slightly, Wang Xiu used the Card Master’s Q skill, and at that very moment, as though guided by some sixth sense in the movies, his finger unconsciously pressed the R key. Immediately afterward, the positions of every player on the IF team were revealed to Team Zhanmen’s vision.

Within two seconds, Liu Bei, running at the front, was killed by the turret. Yet at the very moment Liu Bei died, the low-health loli who had just emerged from stealth was also slain by Zuo Ci’s W skill.

No matter what, they now finally had the true destination of the foreign race. That was far better than the aimless searching of before.

In actual fights, there are many situations in which players are reluctant to use their Flash, for one simple reason: they misjudge the value of a surviving enemy hero and always think Flash is worth more than a kill, or that Flash exists only to secure kills.

Xiao Chen nodded, then in a flash returned to the side of the Yin-Yang Envoy of the Six Realms. There he saw the man with his brows tightly locked, his expression at that moment even more grave than when he had just dealt with the Evil Heavenly Emperor.

The area around the swimming pool, which had previously been sealed off in unseen silence like a pressure cooker, now seemed to give off a faint hiss of steam. The lid was trembling, the contents within were boiling furiously, and the danger of explosion had, for the moment, been averted.

“Everyone! Go and savor the feast before you!” Yu Yanda shouted at the ghosts.

“I surrender.” The person Chen Zong had chosen as his opponent immediately raised a hand and said it. There was no helping it; battle after battle had already revealed Chen Zong’s overwhelming strength.

The entire Flying Cloud Stone suddenly surged forward like a meteor from beyond the heavens and smashed straight toward White Mist City. With a thunderous roar, fire blazed into the sky, and the Flying Cloud Stone was completely destroyed in the impact.

“Humph!” Ye Yuan gave another cold snort and summoned a middle-grade magical artifact, this time the Fire Serpent Sword.

“Prefect Sun is a hero and shares the bond of comradeship with us. How could we abandon him? Though I am unworthy, I, Langsheng, am willing to share the alliance leader’s burden and lead troops to rescue General Sun!” Liu Yi’s meaning was plain enough: I am helping you, Yuan Shao, shoulder the burden, so from now on do not expect me to handle everything for you.