Chapter Thirty-Seven: A New Order

Lin Xiang heard this and strode over, taking the telegram from Factory Director Chen’s hands.

"A telegram from Beijing? And it’s entirely in a foreign language?"

Factory Director Chen looked melancholy. "Mr. Wilson called the Ministry of Foreign Trade, and they transmitted the content of that call over as a telegram."

"You tell me, why couldn't they have translated it before sending it over? It’s such a hassle!"

Jing Hua had also noticed the abnormality on the ground beneath Jun Yan’s feet. At first, he hadn't thought much of it, but after hearing Xie Ran’s explanation, he seemed to understand.

Receiving a timely warning from his scabbard, Jun Yan abandoned his intention to step forward and inspect it. He activated his Celestial Eye once more, peering into the black mist. That was when he saw them: a dense swarm of microscopic black insects, the very creatures that composed the dark fog.

The jungle was shrouded in darkness, and within that darkness lurked all manner of dangers, each one capable of being fatal. If one were to lose their way in the jungle, hunger and thirst alone would be enough to kill.

Liu Wuchen’s expression turned cold, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. A golden will seemed to permeate the air around his white robes as he stared coldly at Shadow One.

"No, it’s not as simple as just saving people! The situation has escalated to a dire point. Have you ever heard of Nanxiong Lie, that heinous criminal of the ages?" He Xiaozhi denied, his voice heavy with age and gravity. He looked toward the pitch-black horizon; it was daytime, yet the sky outside was as dark as ink.

He had finally extracted the remaining essence of the dragon marrow using the Nirvana Fire of the Phoenix, encasing it within a ball of flame, but after several attempts, he found he could no longer absorb it.

Finally landing on the ground, Flemia collapsed, looking completely drained of strength.

Of course, there were reasons to oppose it, but given Cao Cao’s current situation, he likely wouldn't accept such dissent. Besides, they all understood that whether they supported him or not made little difference in the end.

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless! When the city falls, I shall slaughter everyone within!" A fierce light flashed in Meng Huo’s eyes as he roared.

"The hotel rooms are two hundred and eighty a day, and even the cheapest meal for one person is fifty yuan. You people, calculate how many rooms you need! How much does it cost to eat in a day? Which one of you has the means to cover that?" Zhan Hongying quoted the prices bluntly. These people were truly naive—did they think they could just stay here for free?

A shrill, agonizing trumpeting of an elephant suddenly rang out. The Golden Crow Demon King’s eyes were deep and tranquil as water, and he poured out all the solar holy power within his body, causing the temperature of the area to rise sharply.

How could Mu Shun let Zhang Fei get his way? He wasn't a fool; he sent out large numbers of scouts every day to gather intelligence. Now that Han Wei’s encirclement was complete, Liu Bei was like a grasshopper at the end of autumn—how many more days could he hop around?

Yet, that Purgatory Phoenix still danced within the palace. The chaotic flames filling its demonic body swept everywhere, and all thirteen Yin corpses were tainted by them.

Comparing Yang Xian to You Jingyan, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly felt that You Jingyan was remarkably open-minded. You Jingyan’s image instantly grew significantly taller in his eyes.

His face remained delicate, but observant people felt something was off. Although he had the face of a youth, there was a depth and vicissitudes about him; it seemed that after his time in the Illusory Heaven Technique Chamber, his state of mind had improved greatly.

"General, the rebel army has split into two groups. Should we divide our forces to pursue them?" Zamunohu asked, looking at the dust clouds ahead.

Ye Chen was horrified. Even from an infinite distance away, he could still feel that vast, supreme majesty and destructive power.

He suddenly recalled the scene of the latter fighting him earlier. A thought stirred in Wu Hao’s heart; it seemed that... he himself... or perhaps something he carried... was something the Undying Blood Corpse greatly feared.