Chapter 42: Marrow Cleansing Liquid

The four of them arrived at the research institute, where Professor Sun was waiting eagerly.

“Ah, the four of you finally made it.” The instant he saw them, Professor Sun’s eyes lit up.

“Professor Sun, we are—”

“All right, all right, spare me the formalities. Come with me! Everyone is waiting for you.” Professor Sun gave them no chance to speak. He grabbed Ling Feng and headed toward a laboratory.

The moment they entered, Mo Qianxun and the others—

The spectators below began to boil with excitement. The last time, they had watched from the stands and had not been able to see very clearly. Now, viewing it from such close range, they could truly feel the formidable aura radiating from the puppet.

Overcome with rage and suffering injury upon injury, Yu Bai spat out a jet of blood from the corner of his mouth. His head lolled to one side, and he completely lost all signs of life.

“Come on, let’s go in and take a look. There seems to be something strange here.” Elder Qinglin’s expression was somewhat peculiar.

Dongfang Xiao gave an awkward smile. Although that was indeed what he thought, he certainly would not say it aloud.

Half an hour passed before Ye Yu’s complexion improved slightly, and the spiritual energy within his body had more or less recovered. He opened his eyes and looked at the crystal coffin not far away. This time, he did not rashly touch it. If he were drained again, even if his body remained unharmed, his mind would surely collapse.

The moment they recognized the Pan-American Alliance’s marching magic, many of those present began shifting uneasily in their seats. Marching magic was nothing particularly rare, but its requirements for use were exceptionally stringent. Not only did it require a vast number of casters, those magicians also had to belong to the same elemental system.

“Tell me, when have I ever bitten anyone? And whom did I bite?” Old Qin sneered, pressing me relentlessly for an answer.

“Actually, I heard the conversation between you and my mother. I know you don’t like me, so I was thinking about how I could leave and return to school to do the things I want.” Zhao Yaya smiled faintly, but as she spoke, the smile vanished from her face.

“All right, go make the preparations. The two countries are cooperating, so we must demonstrate our goodwill and remain united. Don’t damage relations between the two nations. Go.” Old Li gave him one final reminder.

As soon as Tiangua finished speaking, he hurried over and pinched Yuxiaotian’s philtrum. Only after a while did Yuxiaotian slowly regain consciousness.

She was afraid that Zhang Bin would side with Princess Yinping. That would mean not only losing a great strategist, but also gaining another rival.

This hot spring beneath the lake also released tremendous amounts of gas, including methane, hydrogen sulfide, and hydrogen. Around the spring’s opening, vast numbers of single-celled organisms reproduced. They obtained the energy necessary for life by oxidizing hydrogen sulfide, carrying out chemosynthesis and forming primitive life-forms.

They had originally thought that, given the old man’s condition, once he fell asleep, nothing could wake him. Then they could consummate the matter, and everything would practically be settled.

He let out a furious roar and brought out his trump card. At that moment, he controlled the body, so whether Deng Lingfeng self-destructed was entirely up to him.

“Forget it. We can talk about it later. We’re all in the Saint Realm now, with long lifespans. Waiting a few more years won’t make any difference.” Tang Hao hesitated for a moment before muttering.

In a little over six minutes, they had circled around to the outside of the bridge’s airlock. During an emergency, this hatch could be opened only by invoking the highest level of authorization.

Now that Na Manyang had made his position clear, those people swept their gazes around, but most of them looked toward Ji Wuyi instead. Clearly, they did not care much about Na Manyang; the person they truly feared was Ji Wuyi, standing beside him.

When the two groups met, they nodded without exchanging pleasantries. The two teams merged into one and hurried forward. In the direction of the city wall not far away, the reports of gunfire continued without pause.

“Poisoned?” Jiang Yu hurried over to Mu Qingying and helped her up. His gaze fell upon the wound beneath her collarbone. Only after examining it closely from such a short distance did Jiang Yu notice that the wound had turned pitch-black—a sign that she had been struck by a deadly poison.