Chapter 152: First Encounter with the Thing

The dark night of Antarctica was terrifyingly pitch-black.
Only a few incandescent bulbs flickered in the research station's plaza, as if they would be swallowed by the infinite darkness at any moment.
The area assigned to Li Changsheng and Kate consisted of several rooms on the western side.
"Changsheng, isn't that door over there improperly closed?"
Kate pointed toward the...

Bai Cangtian had already witnessed many things inappropriate for someone of his age, yet even with a century of life behind him, he was profoundly shocked by the scene before his eyes.

When construction resumed, three more workers were swallowed up by the wet concrete. This time, the incident was captured by a lurking journalist and posted online, resulting in massive compensation payouts and relentless public relations control. The project was completely stalled, and its stock plummeted sharply.

These children received care and affection here, and this place truly became their home.

Tongtian was also inextricably entangled by the Supreme Saint, leaving him utterly unable to spare a hand to manipulate the grand array. He could only watch as the formation began to shatter like fragile porcelain.

The second type was "Qingxin Powder," which possessed mind-calming and spirit-soothing properties. This medication was specialized for treating anxiety, panic, extreme agitation, and even nervous breakdowns or psychological disorders, functioning essentially as a potent tranquilizer.

In contrast, Ji Qianheng remained remarkably calm. He casually picked up the wine glass in front of her and poured the remainder of her drink into his own cup.

As Ye Zifeng continuously absorbed the branches of the talent tree, wisps of black gas drifted in from outside his room.

He had no idea how powerful a so-called Level 1 anomaly was. Was it on par with an ordinary zombie? Or comparable to an impervious, blade-proof ghoul? Or perhaps... even more bizarre ghosts and spirits?

Blue Jade's eyes curved into crescent moons, his deep facial features instantly melting into those of a harmless, giant puppy, causing anyone's heart to instantly soften.

Startled into a jolt, Wei Qiao hurriedly scrambled up, slipped into his undergarments, and helped Zhu Youjian dress. First came the python robe, followed by the gold-threaded wing-hat, and finally the tall boots before stepping out of the bedchamber.

The master of Tomohisa Miyamoto had once told him that although the might of firearms was immense, transforming the nature of human warfare and driving the era of cold weapons toward its demise, the ultimate consequence would be the erosion of human resilience, leaving mankind itself fragile.

As for any human or alien who had truly ventured as deep into the inner three tiers as Luo Hao, none had ever been heard of surviving. Even if any did survive, they dared not speak out openly, terrified of being suspected of acquiring supreme treasures and thus hunted down by swarms of enemies.

The adversary had gone berserk, its stature expanding to three zhang in height. The heart of fury doubled both its offensive and defensive might.

Treading upon the ocean floor, holding a crude yet highly practical bone spear, Ning涛 stepped forward bit by bit in search of prey. Down here, senses were the only thing that truly mattered.

Xie Mo wore an uncertain expression; the bony claws he had grown through the Underworld Transformation possessed a hardness surpassing ordinary soul artifacts.

Let alone a rumbling stomach, even far more discourteous matters were of little consequence to Yelin.

Then, right under everyone's gaze, the current imperial daughter-in-law dry-heaved, abruptly halting the wedding procession and shattering every expectation held by the gathered crowd.

Zhao Zhiyi had been pondering what he should say when handing over command to the Executive Committee once the election results were announced. For someone who had never served in a leadership role, offering such conventional pleasantries in a public setting remained somewhat challenging.

The moment she caught sight of the uniformed man stepping out of the vehicle, Chu Ruan instinctively tensed her entire body.

Feelings of bitter hatred and profound exhaustion flooded his heart. Blow after blow had made him deeply taste the cunning of his adversary, an enemy who had long since prepared a series of elaborate conspiracies while he himself had remained underprepared. No amount of wealth could manipulate the market this time.

Just as he was rubbing his palms together, eager to make his move, a sudden pressure surged from behind. Lear instantly channeled his hypersensory vision toward the source of the pressure. Behind the wall, amidst the darkness of the second-floor staircase, stood a stout man whose copper-bell-like black eyes were staring straight at him.