Chapter 152: Despair? Hope!

Liu Feng looked at this colossal creature, and a shock involuntarily surged through his heart.

This thing turned out to be an oversized iron-wire snake. Its body appeared to be hundreds of meters long and over a meter thick.

Its body was densely covered in scales like hard armor, and instead of the dark iron color of ordinary iron-wire snakes, it was silver-white. Furthermore, on its head were two faintly protruding fleshy horns.

At this moment, this massive iron-wire snake king was gazing at the crowd with its cold, eerie pupils, and a hissing sound issued from its mouth, making anyone who heard it feel a creeping numbness across their scalp.

Looking at this massive iron-wire snake king, Lin Long's expression also turned...

However, he was in no hurry to make a breakthrough because he always felt that his cultivation realm was not yet sufficiently complete and still had room for refinement, yet he could not pinpoint where it was lacking, so he decided to set it aside for the time being.

Dr. Heng let loose a torrent of harsh threats, even harboring intentions of severely punishing the Erqiren people, planning to teach those slaves an unforgettable lesson.

Although Qiao Man's expression was calm and steady, a closer observation would still reveal that her body was trembling slightly.

From the moment Yang Cong clasped Shuu Ouma's hand, it was already proven that Yang Cong had completely joined Funeral Parlor.

"Hello, is that Qianqian? Why are you still not asleep at this late hour?" A kind voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

This mountain ran east-west, stretching for about five to six kilometers with undulating peaks, resembling a giant dragon.

Remaining silent as usual, the chaos in Huai Ren's heart began to grow erratic as well.

Just at this moment, the protagonists of this charity gala, the people from the Southern Chamber of Commerce, walked into the banquet hall.

"Yang Xudong, I will definitely make you know the might of me, Tang Qianqian. Just wait, I, Tang Qianqian, will definitely return!" Tang Qianqian gazed ahead at the exact location of the Orient Company.

In fact, he also knew that they were not showing respect for the Heavenly Lord, but rather for his status as the Crown Prince and future Heavenly Lord.

Watching Lin Chen's enchanted and joyous expression, Ming Yuechan revealed a smile even gentler than moonlight. Linking her arm through Yan Jingchen's, she gently walked into the inner hall.

As they spoke, the arch-demon waved his right hand, and the unconscious benevolent man suddenly flickered and was violently flung out of the cruise ship. Before Du Zhong could react in the slightest, he was directly thrown into the sea by the arch-demon.

This person wore a military cap and camouflage fatigues without a belt. His build was very slender, his face square with distinct angles, and a palm-sized scar was visible on the left side of his neck.

With five centennial ginsengs used up, thirty percent of Huichuntang's annual profit could be considered as a tribute to the Imperial Nine Gates.

Shang Xiufang was first startled by Dugu Feng's words, but after catching just a single glance at the expressions between Dugu Feng and Qingxue, she vaguely understood the relationship between them. She could not help covering her mouth with her hand, staring at Dugu Feng with a half-smile.

"Sect Master, I have already thought it over. Not only am I going to the Great True Martial Mystic Realm, but in the future, I will also cross the ocean to the Myriad Laws Continent!" Zhanchen said with resolute and ringing words.

Until the report came in at midnight on March 1st that the plague death toll was zero, the headquarters of the Chemical Warfare Corps located in Fujiadian, Harbin, was a scene of jubilation. A few days later, in view of the consecutive days of zero plague deaths, the Epidemic Prevention Committee announced the lifting of the quarantine on Fujiadian.

Du Zhong shook his head with disdain, but as a doctor, he still walked over to examine the weak village chief.

The off-road vehicle drove into the outskirts, speeding forward with a roar across an extremely vast and open area.

Yang Zongheng looked at the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, thinking of the earthly paradise deep within the mountains. The black tiger and those spiritual animals should still be lingering there.

The corners of Zhou Yuan's mouth curved upward. Indeed, he could use the Great Void to copy external objects, plundering the myriad laws and evolving them into a realm of his own.

His hand slowly reached toward Liu Qingzhao's body, but just as it was about to touch her, the image of a sword flashed instantly in his mind, stabbing sharply at his nerves.

Lu Chengfeng had no ready-made achievements to persuade Prince Kang; he could only argue that with the progression of the times and societal changes, people's ideological cognition would shift bit by bit, and this might require the time and effort of two or even several generations.