The vast Kerry Tith Memorial Square was now empty, save for the white-robed Pope and Hyacinthos.

The biting wind howled, and the snow fell almost weightlessly.

The boundless curtain of snow obscured the entire square, painting the world in a desolate white.

Snowflakes swirled in the wind, like countless crystalline butterflies, circling and dancing above the battlefield.

The moment the icy butterflies fluttered past, the clash between the two was finally revealed outside the barrier.

Their simple collision…

Actually, it wasn’t that she had overlooked it, but rather that she had only just heard what the subordinate official was saying over the communication rune about what he had seen the demon army doing.

“Gone is gone. Having you is enough for me,” Lu Cheng said nonchalantly.

She walked to Ye Shao Chen's door, knocked, and heard Ye Shao Chen's voice from inside. She turned the handle and went in.

Mi Luo knew very well what kind of person Ou Qi was, and knew that he certainly wouldn’t say the things he had in her joke just now.

"You fainted in the street, are you alright?" Jiang Ye Jin didn't care about anything else when she heard that and became anxious again.

That’s right, perhaps for this demon warrior named Lang Yan (Wolf Smoke), it was an order, but for Ye Feng, it was a request.

When he was young, he and Grandpa Li didn't see eye-to-eye for a long time, but now that they were old, those past difficulties seemed insignificant.

Out of curiosity, she had even asked about the origin of the scar, although Mrs. Mira did not answer at the time. But seeing her today, not only was the scar on her wrist gone, but even her hands were much fairer than before.

Tang Zixuan bit her lip, not daring to say more, and resolutely left Watson's residence with them. From Watson's villa to the European headquarters of Interpol, no one spoke during the entire process. The atmosphere was as oppressive as the dull sky before a storm, and a storm could break out at any time.

He was actually quite worried that the things Ouyang Zhi sent would cause conflicts between the young master and the young mistress again.

After this battle, the Flying Devil King realized that continuing the battle like this was not a solution. He had to find other ways to continue the Desperate Hunt Plan, so he began planning the next attack.

When the Swift Wind Camp saw that Tan Shihuai had been shot to death, they were overjoyed, beating drums and waving flags, and bursts of laughter came from the valley.

"Just stay by my side these few days and act as my bodyguard and part-time driver!" Wen Hou sat in the driver's seat before the car, and Guo Nianfei also got in the car.

"Damn it! No matter what, I can't let you, Dean, get to the Secret Realm of War first!" Gaia used the energy of Cassius in his body to increase his speed.

However, the other party didn't seem to want to give Heito Boruto time to breathe and think. Faust was seen raising his right hand high again and waving it forcefully in Heito Boruto's direction.

Outside Zhuang Yan's men, there was another group of people, forming an encirclement, and the leader was the Sea Demon himself.

Simon frowned slightly, looking at Daniel with some incomprehension. In his opinion, his plan should be flawless.

"Hello, my name is Yash," Yash said with a smile, looking at Dean and greeting him very naturally, not at all like a prisoner should be.

Twenty minutes later, everyone was less than two kilometers away from the base. Xu Fei signaled everyone to stop and picked up his sniper rifle to search for the enemy. The gunfire was still there at this time, so there was no need to worry about the enemy coming to kill them.

Casually disposing of Zhuge Xiuyu, Zhuang Yan also moved his mind. Among the tribulation clouds, rays of light rose up, and with the appearance of the rays of light, the power of thunder in the sky finally slowly dissipated.

At about five o'clock in the morning, an inexplicable explosion suddenly rang out, followed by continuous rumbles coming from the valley, and then a burst of gunfire, continuous in this empty valley.