Chapter 141: Rapid Progress

Massive, four-legged engineering robots, uniform in design, moved through the Hidden Leaf Village. Operated by the construction crews from the Land of Waves, these giants of steel busied themselves transporting heavy building materials. Their polished metallic shells gleamed coldly in the sunlight, appearing to be crafted from the most advanced alloys currently known to the ninja world. Though many of their pipes and gears remained partially exposed, they possessed an undeniable precision.

Unlike the specialized personnel under Moon Dance, the ranks commanded by Mad Wolf and his associates had swelled to over three hundred. These were not mere rank-and-file members, but true elites, possessing both unwavering loyalty and formidable strength.

The surgery had been flawless. The timing and rhythm were executed at a masterclass level, and the results would surely be equally outstanding; under such circumstances, victory was a foregone conclusion.

After a while, the ramen arrived. Hesiba did not stand on ceremony, drawing his chopsticks and eating heartily. Wu Zhihui, who had been engrossed in playing, caught the scent of scallion and beef. He looked up at Hesiba, then decisively grabbed a soup spoon from the side and scooped a generous portion of broth from Hesiba’s bowl.

"It is manageable," Isabelle said. "She is simply suffering from the effects of chronic overwork, compounded by deep-seated emotional distress. Once we find the necessary medicinal herbs and refine some pills to clear her vital energy, she will gradually recover."

"Longxi holds a garrison of two hundred thousand," Li Dakui reported. "The main forces of the Haiyuan Kingdom are concentrated in the Blue Sea City and Longxi. Everywhere else is held by local militias—some three to five thousand strong, others only a few hundred—with little to no combat effectiveness."

The hunter’s map was meticulously detailed, with mountains, rivers, and landmarks clearly marked.

Even Li Qinqin could not hide the shock on her beautiful face. Though she found it nearly impossible to believe, Guan Yu’s confident demeanor convinced her that what he said was likely true.

After waiting for some time, the bald man grew impatient. He sat inside, took off his glasses, and began to lean on the horn, filling the air with a relentless, blaring noise.

Xiang Yu felt his stamina beginning to wane. This tactic of clinging to his legs was incredibly annoying, especially since he was reluctant to deliver a lethal blow.

"Bee-Ant Homeward Bound." Spiritual energy manifested as swarms of insects, gnawing at the meridians and bones of the victim. At best, it caused damage to the spirit veins and a regression in cultivation; at worst, it destroyed the spirit veins entirely, leaving the victim a cripple. It was a vicious and domineering technique.

A moment later, Xiao Nu nearly wept with joy. On the Soul Tree, two brand-new, entirely unique fruits of the Divine Covenant had appeared upon the branches.

"Senior, why does the end of the Three Thousand Great Worlds consist only of darkness? Is the ultimate destination of Buddhist cultivation also an endless abyss?" Li Yunchen asked, changing his question. He had too many unresolved doubts about what had transpired within the Forest of Extinction.

Yet, they kept their eyes fixed ahead, terrified that if they blinked, the scene before them might undergo another cataclysmic change.

Upon hearing the name Lei Kong, Ye Bai gazed into the distance. Ye Bai sat in the seats below the ring, while the members of the Path of Supreme Oblivion remained in the chambers above.

A sword talisman coalesced upon the paper, taking just over half a breath—significantly faster than a full second.

Even a Golden Core stage cultivator on the verge of death was not something an ordinary practitioner could easily resist.

A mile away, Yun Fan crossed a river of magma and finally arrived at this desolate land. Just moments prior, he had witnessed the dispute between Tiandaozi and Long Xiaotian.

He believed that in this situation, subduing Ye Bai, who was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, would allow him to turn the tables and seize the initiative.

This time, they did not employ any grand supernatural powers, as Ye Meng had yet to master the art of teleportation and could not blink across space.

"He isn't dead; I only hit his shoulder." Mo Xiaosheng calmly and skillfully pulled the bolt, ejecting the spent casing and chambering a fresh round.