137 The Fifth Under Heaven

The Demon Queen of Hell paid him no further mind; with a single leap, she soared out of the castle and vanished into the darkness.

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"Clatter!"

Bai Zongnan fell to the ground, his body twitching twice before he lost consciousness entirely.

"Brother..." A familiar voice rang out—the exact likeness of Qi Xiusikui, though in this world, she was known as Lin Sitong.

Lin Sitong stumbled over and lifted Bai Zongnan, her tears flowing uncontrollably.

Perhaps the beasts of the snow forest had already fought their fill, or perhaps that slaughter had been too bloody and cruel, but the other creatures in the woods seemed to have vanished all at once.

Humanity has never possessed the capacity to truly feel the pain of others. The joys and sorrows of men are never shared.

In the center of the battlefield, after the pillars of fire had dissipated, Sophia stood proudly, a war spear in one hand and the reins of her raptor in the other, like a god of war descended upon the world.

If this were reality, he might have considered it, but this was a world of recursive time. Even if he didn't know who Qianhuo was, he lacked the power to alter history, just as he could do nothing for the Qu Po on his shoulder.

Steadying his nerves, he wiped his sweat-dampened hands on his tunic, gripped the hilt of his broadsword, flourished the blade, and charged out.

In that instant, everyone reacted with lightning speed, deploying their own methods of evasion. As the black shadow struck, they scattered, and when the shadow missed, they turned their gazes back, focused and wary.

After all, he still had a considerable amount of money; even if he never withdrew another cent, it would be more than enough. Dong Ning decided to return to the apartment first and find a way to pay someone to track the other party down.

Sure enough, he had been brought to the Saint Radiance Crusader camp. Yet, he wondered, how had he come to cross paths with the Saint Radiance Crusaders?

Zejin prayed silently in her heart, hoping Xingchen would succeed. Rankings and the like no longer mattered.

However, a martial artist's breakthrough requires both spiritual energy and an opportunity; what he needed to do now was improve his own constitution.

Seeing they were under attack from both sides, the trebuchets in the inner city could no longer afford to be selective. Once the mercenaries reached the city walls, these massive siege weapons lost their effectiveness and became mere ornaments.

"It's useless. This is the Prajna Method of Self-Sacrifice; we cannot grasp his physical form!" Luo Xiangyu said helplessly, telling the truth, but Liu Shengji ignored the advice, continuing to hack relentlessly at the phantom of Liansheng.

Zejin’s heart was filled with more questions than anyone else’s. What did these scenes she kept experiencing actually represent? Zejin did not know, and there was no one to tell her.

The Duchy of Delaman, the Papal State, and the Theoauguna Empire, all neighboring the Kingdom of Salins, showed no unusual reaction. Perhaps because the lords on their own borders felt the same, the diplomats of those empires believed that none of the neighboring countries would intervene, and that this conflict between the three princes and the queen would be resolved internally.

Though he knew Deng Kai did not have many days left, hearing the news from someone else’s lips still stung Lin Moyan’s heart like needles.

The more complex the incantation, the more astonishing the magic released. But at the demigod level, the contest became one of who could unleash the most formidable magical power using the simplest of methods.

Realizing that enemies had breached the sub-city, the reserve troops standing beneath the walls and within the urban district immediately rushed forward to intercept those who had broken through the gates. The crossbowmen on the walls also turned their weapons, firing down at the enemies beneath their feet.

Jiang Jiani suddenly realized that since transmigrating, she had been too busy complaining about fate, getting married, having children, and earning money to buy a house; she had rarely thought of the original owner of her body.

Hua Yumeng listened, utterly bewildered, sensing that the old monk’s words carried a deeper meaning. But when she tried to ask further, Master Wuhui had already walked into the inner hall and spoken no more, leaving Hua Yumeng alone in the Buddha hall, lost in dazed contemplation.