Chapter 62: The Undying Flame of the Heart

The demon's explosion unleashed a gale, with cyan flames scattering in the wind like magical fireworks. Chu Hengkong coiled his tentacles into a tight, small "shield" to protect his head, then drove his rock blade deep into the ground to steady himself.

Sparks flew wildly as the blade bit into the earth, carving a trench over fifty meters long. When the wind finally subsided, Chu Hengkong could not help but let out a long sigh of relief. He felt as though he had been brutally beaten by a storm, every single bone in his body groaning in agony.

A sudden wave of exhaustion from the continuous battle washed over him.

"Yet this Ice Heart Technique is truly formidable. The fact that the Fairy of Modest Blossoms was able to master it is indeed a tremendous asset to us, only..." Master Qingxu trailed off, hesitating to speak further.

Ruoxi placated the prefect for a moment, then cast a deeply meaningful gaze at Nangong Ling. This Nangong Ling was truly no simple character.

Zuo Zhikui was never a kind or benevolent man to begin with; for years, he had merely been putting on an act right under that old bastard's nose. Since that old bastard held him in such contempt, there was no longer any need for him to keep up the charade.

The Fifth Heavenly Demon King finally appeared before everyone once more. This time, his expression was blank, yet his aura was at its peak. This time, there was no consciousness of Cangqing to buy them time. This time, they had to rely entirely on themselves.

What could not be spoken of to Mao Jian was the fact that Western dining of later eras, and even foreign languages, had been continuously improved with the help of modern Chinese people—examples of this were everywhere, if one only cared to notice.

Luo Fengxu was genuinely astonished by the talent Zhou Yuan displayed, feeling as though he had stumbled upon an invaluable treasure.

"What should we do tomorrow? Running away like this is no solution. I must find a way back to the Spirit Immortal Sect and have Chen Ming eliminate that old bastard," Xiao Yichen said.

Even viruses were modern products; because of this, the phenomenon of wandering from one end of the village to the other for meals was a common sight in modern Chinese history.

It was early morning, and Fang Dongliang was already up. Lately, he had become obsessed with the Dao of Poisons, so engrossed that he neglected his meals and tea. Fang Dongliang felt that merely concocting poisons was pointless; his ultimate goal in brewing them was, of course, to use them against the people of the Rune Sect.

Tie Lan recognized this young master. He was the direct grandson of a chiliarch in the Brocade Guard. That chiliarch doted on his grandson to an extreme degree, having dispatched a Tier 3 elite mage to his side just as he reached adulthood.

"Since he wields the Alliance Token, his martial arts should be invincible. How could he possibly die in battle? Who could possibly defeat him?" Chu Tianyu asked in bewilderment, unable to understand.

The wind atop the mountain remained fierce and cold, but because of the sun, everything suddenly seemed to transform. For the sun was warmth, the sun was light, and the sun was hope.

Countless earth spikes abruptly erupted dozens of meters upward across a terrain spanning over three hundred zhang. As the formation on the ground gradually shifted and expanded, the moving spikes surged upward near Liu Tian's feet, mimicking the Ice Astral Hands he practiced.

Furthermore, as the giant spirit had said earlier, she had been away from the Star Moon Forest for far too long. She could not afford not to return. After all, she was a spirit of life, and the responsibility she bore represented the hopes of an entire race—one could well imagine the weight of her mission.

A wave of air violently stripped away the dazzling display of martial might, leaving behind only an endless, bone-chilling majesty. With a resounding rumble, the rolling shockwave devoured the air entirely, just like a raging tsunami. The scorching heat slammed into the mercenary group in an instant.

"No problem!" Unexpectedly, had anyone been present, they would have doubted their own ears as Clinton nodded without a single moment of hesitation.

Duan Shi had always been an overbearing person. Whatever he set his mind on—right or wrong—had to be brought to a definitive conclusion; he would never allow things to remain ambiguous or unclear.

"Alright, let's leave it here. Until next time," Su Zimo said, then cradled Su Xi'er in his arms, walked over to his private car, pulled open the door, and got inside.