Chapter 112: A Divine Descent from the Heavens

In midair floated several enormous spheres, each suspended beneath a basket, steadily approaching the Hall of the Supreme Ultimate.

Not only was the imperial guard ambush at Xuanwu Gate, targeting the crown prince and his entourage, a shock to those involved, but the entire capital was thrown into astonishment.

People everywhere craned their necks, eyes fixed on the ten colossal objects above, pointing and whispering among themselves.

Some had already knelt on the ground, bowing and praying to the airborne spheres, believing them to be deities—gods descended from the heavens.

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By the time this event passed, Le Jiantong’s mood had steadied. Her tone was calm and measured, which only served to frustrate Tian Xin, who was naturally impatient and anxious.

In a short span, all information about Xia Lin was unearthed by the great martial clans of antiquity. To everyone’s surprise, it turned out that Xia Lin had long since fallen out with the Xia Clan’s Elder Council. His private estates were reportedly seized, effectively banishing him from the family.

The next day’s drills were relatively easier for me. I had already trained the captains, so they took charge of the exercises, instructing their respective troops. I only wandered among the groups, observing their ability to execute orders and teach their subordinates.

A deep, jet-black arc sliced through the human-controlled sector, and most of the key fortifications near the borders of the alien territories lit up—signaling the completion of battle readiness mobilization.

Sunlight bathed the sitting room where ten individuals gathered in a circle. Their expressions were slightly grave, yet the atmosphere remained serene. Each sat in a distinct posture, embodying the pinnacle strength of their respective factions.

Even fear and anxiety could trigger this kind of secretion within the body. After days spent drifting perilously at sea, where life or death hung by a thread, the stamina of these Japanese islanders had long been drained, leaving them utterly exhausted.

This time, within the fortress, it was not only the defensive turrets relentlessly firing shells; numerous formidable warriors also joined the fray. Various alloy bullets and beams of energy soared into the sky, intercepting the nightmarish barrage.

A stir within the heart, and countless Dao resonances rose and intertwined among the demonic gods. Faintly, the demonic deities seemed to awaken. Within their bodies, strange phenomena manifested—layer upon layer of Dao patterns spread across their skin, accompanied by golden, radiant light.

Du Ruo’s breathing grew rapid and shallow; her hands flailed wildly, and she tried to kick Jia Ren with her feet but lacked any strength. In her despair, she suddenly heard a voice.

Besides the “Worg” and “Worg Sharpshooter” cards, there were over twenty others.

As A Quan prepared, so did her enemies. Judging from the earlier banquet’s situation, after tomorrow, another encirclement was likely to unfold—perhaps more urgent and terrifying than previous times.

“Do you really want to ask why it can’t be said?” Hideyoshi Kinoshita squinted, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

With a full burst of strength, the massive gate shattered as if made of paper under his blow; the energy surged wildly into his dantian.

After all, he was renowned as a “genius,” born into a prestigious family, well-equipped, and supplied with potions and rare items to enhance his physique.

Exceeding the maximum number was not impossible, but doing so would severely weaken the fleet’s control over the ship girls. Although their numbers would increase, their combat effectiveness might not improve.

Just as he prepared to return to his Lotus Villa to continue daydreaming, four figures burst out from the military prison. Before leaving, Li Nezha’s eyes coldly swept over them, then narrowed sharply, uttering a soft exclamation.

Before entering, Huang Banya took out a plastic bag and asked Yan Sixuan to hand over his phone, wallet, and other personal belongings.

On his left and right, two low-level Gale Spirit Wolves simultaneously launched their attacks.

He had traveled alone for so many years; she had not been able to accompany him. She had always harbored regrets, so she did not ask for much.