The Cycle of Karma

Although the tide of battle was turning back in their favor bit by bit, victory was still far off; even the monk's verdict remained: of little use. Wei Yuan also knew full well that they were still a long way from the endgame. Total casualties on both sides had only just passed twenty percent; he had yet to reach the critical turning point, nor had he faced the woman's true methods. Only by withstanding the might of the angling at that critical juncture and charting an ending beyond predetermined fate could this battle truly be broken wide open. During this stalemate, Wei— After spending all these days together, An Tongtong had more or less come to understand some of Jiang Beibei's preferences—such as enjoying lording over others, viciously trampling the person beneath her, and relishing when those underfoot surrendered to her and humiliated themselves. Bai Sen followed closely behind, planting a foot atop its head, a spear brimming with terrifying magic pressed against the back of its skull. "What do you mean, 'what do I mean'?" Still without looking away, Leng Dianchen continued staring at An Ruoran, wanting to know what it was about her he had actually fallen for—to the point where even Lan Yuxi, who had long held a place in his heart, could become insignificant? Yet it was too late to say anything now. As for why the ghost leopard was called a ghost leopard, there was no other reason: it was that shadow power of the ghost leopard, combined with its phantom-like speed, that earned it the name ghost leopard. The figure flying backward flipped and spun violently in the air, finally diffusing the impact. Both feet stomped heavily onto the ground as if sinking into soft dirt, embedding the legs into the earth right up to the knees. She did not know why, but despite the myriad grievances in her heart, though she should have wept, her heart was like a slab of wind-dried earth—full of cracks, yet without a drop of moisture. Seeing this, a wave of warmth washed over my heart, and my nose prickled; I was suddenly so deeply touched. A grown man like Ye Hansheng going out to buy these things for me—you simply couldn't imagine that scene. "You spent three hundred thousand just to trick the truth out of me that I'm 'Yang Guo', didn't you?!" In the mortal realm, it was currently autumn. The weather was somewhat chilly, and quite a few people had put on extra clothing. Even as Jia San lashed out with a spinning kick, he raised a hand and blasted another bolt of battle aura into the ambushing apprentice's abdomen. Early the next morning, Tang Mo opened his eyes and walked to the window. Looking up at the black tower in the distance, he counted the numbers upon it. Ruan Wangshu's understanding of Bai Ruoyao was actually quite limited; what that lunatic loved most was pestering Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo, having little interest in the Chosen Organization. Since the sixteen players had entered the game, not a single Huaxia player had died. With one suddenly dead, quite a few Huaxia players could not help feeling a chilling sense of mutual vulnerability, knowing that if the lips perish, the teeth freeze. Chen Sijin let out an "Ah!", intending to tell Yang Tianyi not to rush, but he truly was in a hurry and ran off. Afterward, Mo Li brought in the dry rations. Yan Yihang warmed the water and flatbread over the fire and handed them to Xia Chuxiao. Talented Lady Miao was utterly unremarkable, devoid of any shining merit. Her choice of clothing colors was also wildly extravagant: a bright pink cloak over a lake-green lily skirt, paired with a pair of goose-yellow beaded embroidered shoes that looked indescribably bizarre. "Show me your real skill; don't disappoint me." The Flame Corpse Demon slammed his long-handled war saber hard against the ground, cracking the earth. She had once even doubted his character and questioned his devotion. Now that she saw how things truly were, her mind was at ease. When it came to Banxia's turn, she took it calmly. Her main priority now was considering how to fill in her first and second college preferences; the slightest slip could cause her to drop down an admission tier, which was terrifying. "Why does Your Ladyship seem so out of sorts?" Xi Hong, who had been waiting at the palace gates, supported the swaying Shiqi and asked. This was the first time he had ever encountered a deduction failure—and the reason for the deduction's failure was actually that the target of the deduction, Li Xian, was already dead? Du Jianmin waved his hand, issuing the command, but to his frustration, the people he had brought behind him did not move at all.