455: Chapter 455 The Northern Region has been defended; the battle of the Emperor Realm!

As time passed, the Human Race's advantage grew larger and larger.

In the face of Chu Sheng's cheat-like insect swarm tactics, the Alien Race's pride and joy—their numerical advantage—became meaningless.

One hour later.

The Human Race's army had actually forcibly pushed the Alien Race all the way from the fifth line of defense back to the ruins of the first line of defense!

Victory seemed to be right before their eyes!

Yet.

However!

Just when everyone...

Shi Haotian couldn't help but click his tongue; if even a lifeless corpse could be this formidable, then how impressive must that corpse have been when it was alive?

The patterns were clear, the patina was warm and jade-like, and it even exuded a golden, jade-like luster. It didn't look like a walnut, but rather a treasure carved by the most skilled artisan using gold and jade materials.

Those troll accounts immediately started flaming; they were well-trained, spamming the screen with long strings of trash talk to dominate the comments.

Watching Qi Xiaoshan and Zang Kefeng chatting endlessly over there, seeing that they had completely forgotten about him, Hu Yue couldn't help but feel speechless.

When this scent was on his own body, Shen Wang didn't think much of it, but having his own scent appear on Gu Shengsheng inexplicably gave him a sense of satisfaction, which then stirred up even more intense desires deep within his heart.

Ning Yuan had heard of the sniper's most classic and cruel tactic: "besieging a corpse to strike reinforcements." The sniper tactic used by the opponent had a similar effect, both exploiting human psychological weaknesses to make the most strictly trained soldiers become blindly impulsive, and then effectively harvesting their lives.

Ai Qianxue widened her eyes, thinking that even if she were to become a scout, there was no need to climb that icy mountain like a pervert, right?! And also, also, "desperado"—that is definitely not a good word.

Seeing the two nod in agreement, Baza nodded to himself. As a tour guide, the thing he feared most was clients with poor physical stamina who were ambitious but incompetent. If they started by choosing the hardest route and couldn't endure the hardship before even arriving, they would have to turn back, wasting time.

Pedestrians on the road all cast sideways glances at Yan Poyue, who was suddenly acting with the wildness of youth. Only one old man, already over sixty, his hair tips frosted with silver, yet walking with a posture still as straight as an arrow—clearly having experienced a very long military career—smiled knowingly at Yan Poyue.

Not only him, but the Night King also sensed the situation. His powerful soul perception spread out, not to examine that broadsword, but to sweep across the entire field; the opponent was definitely within this arena.

After returning and taking a nap, when day broke, Yang Qian was awakened from her light slumber by Linglong and, accompanied by Lady Wang, entered the palace to express her gratitude as per custom.

By the afternoon, a pond finally appeared before their eyes. Placing the fish fry inside, the mother and children beamed with joy, as if they had completed a masterpiece of epic proportions.

Familiar names surged up in Chen Fan's heart; his teeth couldn't help but clench tightly, making a 'creak, creak' grinding sound.

Immediately, Ye Shu poured his magic power into the formation disk, and the disk was rapidly activated, glowing with a burst of white light. In an instant, a mysterious and profound force enveloped Ye Shu and the Night-Illuminating Mist Python.

Fang Group! Du Feng had vaguely heard of it; it was a decent group within Su City, with a total net worth of several billion. As the heir to the Fang Group, Young Master Fang Junjie's influence could be imagined.

Although light swords were sharper than cold weapons, they could not conduct internal energy, so no matter how brilliant one's swordsmanship was, one could not unleash sword qi. However, Shi Hui hadn't neglected her internal martial arts training over these years; this palm strike used ninety percent of her power, instantly shattering the bug's brains and internal organs.

However, when that long sword stabbed into Zhou Qingqing's chest, it emitted a sound of metal clashing.

"Director Zhang, let me help you test him." Li Xin already had a plan; after saying this, she slowly walked towards Du Feng.

"Son? Who told you your son is with us? Hahahaha." The masked man looked up and laughed mockingly.