Chapter 13167 — That Moment Just Now Had, Truth Be Told, Left Him Trembling a Little

Wei Zhao already held the advantage in numbers; if he could also produce a top-tier clone that surpassed his original body, then there would truly be no hope left on this side.

Fortunately, Heaven, after all, still stood on his side.

When the crowd looked at Wei Zhao once more, their eyes carried a shade of worry.

Blowing up an eighty-percent clone meant not only that his strength had improved not one whit, but that even his numerical advantage had gone from bad to worse.

The situation now seemed poised to reverse itself completely.

To everyone's surprise, the Mirror of Reflection did not...

"How do you know that? Have you had word of Danny all along and refused to tell me?" Ever since he had fallen unconscious that last time, Brazier's sense of Danny had sunk back into that limbo of coming and going, flickering in and out—which was precisely why he had been so slow to find him.

I felt a little contempt for him, and a little pity too. A security guard—nothing more than a security guard, after all. I muttered this to myself, as though I had momentarily forgotten my own predicament.

When the members of the Chenyu Gang saw their leader's words on the world channel, they sprang into action one after another, closing in on Jiang Kaiyou's position. Jiang Kaiyou had miscalculated. He had only come to play around, but he had forgotten that Xu Yuqian was now the leader of the Chenyu Gang, with more men beneath him than even their Huanwu Chunqiu.

Such was the fearsome power of the "Incessant Hell" ultimate move: if the character's damage output was high enough and the puppets summoned were numerous enough, it could wipe out an opponent in a single wave even when that opponent still had sixty percent of his health remaining.

There at the Star Mansion Tribulation, it was as though creation itself were replenishing—the Jade Void seemed to merge, the Jade Terror seemed to meld into form; yet the ferocity far exceeded their own, filling the four directions with devastation. The Jade Tiger Souls collided, and the two of them were sent flying hundreds of zhang by the impact; then, steadying themselves, they each loosed another Exchange Strike.

Watching Li Kunming, who at this moment was bowing slightly toward him, Li Zetian let his gaze drift bit by bit away from Li Kunming and settle upon the gathered Li clan members. Facing them, his expression stern, he spoke.

But the three spears converging at the crown in Mo Ran's style were different: the angle formed by the three long spears was profoundly arcane. Dodging them was extremely difficult; the only way was to take them head-on. Only by meeting those three spear strikes with brute force could one escape disaster.

Indeed, before the great battle, Lan Jiu had realized that the demon race might try to cross the moat by freezing it into solid ice, and so had long since worked out a countermeasure.

But alas, what Wei Jiu now faced was the Divine Venerable Pang Shen—the First Divine Venerable, who was devouring a divine core.

Ren Zikai had also searched the internet for who Feng Yuchen was, and in the end had reached the conclusion that it was Xu Yuqian. Ren Zikai was stunned; he too had long kept a close eye on the professional scene and knew who Xu Yuqian was. After all, he was one of the Four Great Gods of former days—how strong he was, anyone could well imagine.

"Our soldiers are few, and I hear they have but lately suffered a grave defeat at the hands of the Liao and have not yet recovered their strength. Your first task is to soothe your subordinates and withdraw the troops to encamp outside Jinzhou, keeping strict vigilance to guard against any sudden change," Feng Dao said.

"In my view, if a host of worthy ministers and good generals can be brought back, then even so great a stir is worth it," Guo Wei said with hearty candor. His brows and eyes were all smiles, his delight written plainly on his face.

So every general was exceedingly cautious when choosing his opponent, each fearing that he might be caught in some scheme or plot.

This move—a strike at the very root of the firewood—was plainly formidable, hitting the opponent's vital spot with both ruthlessness and precision. In no time at all, Coca-Cola's sales plummeted sharply, the factories' production ran far below capacity, the workers had nothing to do, and in turn a host of further social problems arose.

It truly was a most shameful affair: such vital intelligence, and the security and intelligence departments had been utterly oblivious to it—so much so that everyone knew this was an anti-submarine reconnaissance aircraft, yet no one knew such a thing as this was aboard it.

In the days when Chen Fangping had doted on her, he had not merely provided her with a privileged, pampered life of aristocratic ease; the waters of the Chen family, after all, were never clear, and so the necessary arts of self-defense still had to be learned.

The Son of Heaven of Tianchuang pressed his advantage, smashing down again and again upon the Silver Demon Lord trapped in the pit, each blow bursting forth countless bolts of lightning and shards of ice.