Volume One, Chapter 72: The Field of Carnage

Fortunately, the female ghost kept her promise. After taking the group photo, she obediently went to be reincarnated. Yun Mojiu also burned the photograph for her, so she could take it along. At last, the matter came to an end.

That morning, despite the organization's caution, they kept stringing the group along—never letting them have their fill, but never outright refusing their requests either.

In the vast, empty waiting room, only a few workers were arranging and assembling the benches. Su Zining and Yan Xiaosong walked to the very corner and sat down in the already completed VIP lounge.

"Yang Yiguan, you knew this would happen all along, didn't you?" At that moment, Ye Zhen shouted furiously at Yang Yiguan's departing figure.

The reason Ding Yi thought Mehmed II possessed some military acumen was that the troops he dispatched had clear and precise objectives—even assassinating Ding Yi was listed as the last priority. This showed that Mehmed II was sober-minded and understood that assassinating Ding Yi was unlikely to succeed.

"There are too many people. We can't act openly. Besides, she's very skilled at hiding and shaking off pursuers." Faced with Lucien's questioning, Lamy was visibly nervous.

Suddenly, in the midst of this clash, a deafening explosion rang out. Everyone snapped their attention toward the source.

Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, everyone from the Feng family was stunned. Their gazes toward Yang Jian were filled with disbelief, and Feng Huowu's face was especially stricken with shock—soon replaced by a look of deep emotion.

"Many thanks for your mercy, Grand Elder. We have no objections!" Once Liu Zhengqing learned Yang Jian's true identity, he knew there was little hope of seeking revenge. Just being able to protect himself was already a stroke of fortune.

Outside, the surging floodwaters poured down, madly rushing toward Ban, who sat cross-legged in midair, as well as the Yanluo Blade floating before him.

Yet on Wang Lang's side, not a soul remained. Although gunfire still echoed from the opposite side, it had no effect at all on the eight who had already withdrawn.

Zhang Fan glanced at all his classmates. Seeing that no one responded, he closed his eyes in resignation. If he must drop out, so be it. Rather than stay in such a class and suffer humiliation, he would rather leave and return home.

"Boss Li, you worry too much. I can't guarantee everything, but I am confident I can protect Miss Qianjin's safety," Lin Fei said with assurance.

Hong Fei looked at Wang Lang with a bitter smile. After so much effort and so many days of waiting, with less than two days until the auction, it was all for nothing.

At that moment, Aman, brimming with confidence, looked up proudly at Xu Yan and Hong Fei before striding up directly.

The leader was a Martial Artist of the Grand Dao Realm, strutting arrogantly and paying no heed to the chaos beyond the outskirts.

Opposite him, Yao Rao, who had just been sprayed with tea, wiped her face vigorously before pointing at Wang Lang and shouting loudly.

As expected, the moment Jiang Yikang swallowed the hundred Foundation-Building Pills, a strange phenomenon erupted between heaven and earth, heralding his breakthrough to the mid-stage of Foundation Building.

Because our future is a new family—a member in the clan. If our family foundation is unstable, our team plan will be imperfect, and we will lose the family, the most fundamental unit of our team.

Regrettably, it was already too late. Now, all they could do was assist humanity in this unwinnable war. Even if the metallic beings worked at full capacity, they could only duplicate two Kuafu-class starships at most. That was their absolute limit; even if humans provided more metal, it would be impossible to make any more.