"Trust me, quick!"
Ning Yu summoned her last bit of strength and called out to her.
"I... Ah!!"
Shen Yiyue couldn't hesitate anymore. She closed her eyes and thrust the broken blade forward into Ning Yu's back with all her might.
"Squelch!"
The blade penetrated completely through Ning Yu's back, its tip emerging from her lower abdomen.
More blood gushed out, but it immediately seemed to be drawn by some attractive force, gathering towards the Crimson War Blade.
Ning Yu clearly felt the system's prompts accelerating again.
Only then did Shen Yiyue open her eyes, seeing Ning Yu's pale expression.
She was squinting through the pain, giving her a smile:
"Well... well done..."
"Just... damn it... next time be gentler... actually... you didn't need to stab all the way through..."
She had indeed been a bit too excited, seemingly using too much force.
Seeing that Ning Yu still had the spirit to joke with her, Shen Yiyue collapsed to the ground:
"Yu'er, will you really be okay? Don't lie to me..."
Looking at this fool who seemed like she would rather take these two stab wounds herself, Ning Yu reached out her hand and managed to pat her head:
"I'll be fine, you'll see in a moment..."
Ning Yu turned her gaze back toward Wu Di in the distance.
"Now let's see how long he can hold out."
Shen Yiyue also turned her attention to Wu Di's direction.
He had already rushed to Wrath's side, and Wrath had clearly noticed Wu Di.
They both knew Wu Di was very strong, but neither knew just how powerful his abilities could be.
Wrath didn't seem to want to bother much with Wu Di, casually sweeping its hand as if brushing away trash, while Wu Di raised his hand and pushed back with force.
Wrath suddenly looked at the ground in surprise - he had actually managed to block its sweep with both hands!
Then he pushed up with force, actually managing to flip its hand back.
Both Ning Yu and Shen Yiyue were surprised, not expecting Wu Di's strength to have reached such a level.
Wrath clearly hadn't expected this seemingly small insect to possess such tremendous power.
It stopped its assault on the bus, withdrawing the foot it was about to stomp down again, and turned to face Wu Di.
Wu Di wasn't just wearing iron gauntlets; his entire body was covered in armor.
He raised his right hand, palm up, and beckoned with his four fingers except the thumb - a classic taunt.
Wrath understood Wu Di's meaning. Its eyes suddenly widened, the terrifying muscles on its body suddenly tensing up as it drew back its arm.
Then it threw a devastating punch at Wu Di!
This strike was far more powerful than the casual sweep from before.
Wu Di crossed his arms and quickly brought them up to defend, clashing with Wrath's space-rending punch.
The difference in power became apparent - even with Origin Awakening abilities, a mortal body still seemed unable to match such a monster.
Wu Di was continuously forced backward by the impact, his body sliding across the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
But he didn't fall, and his arms remained in their defensive position.
Just as Wrath was about to continue crushing the scattered remains of the truck, where Ji Mengyao had already died countless times.
But suddenly there was a "thud" as Wu Di charged forward, then jumped back to their previous fighting position, landing on the ground.
Wrath turned its head at the sound, finding this insect had returned.
Wu Di raised his hand again, beckoning with those four fingers, continuing his provocation.
His frame compared to Wrath's mountain-like body was like a mere stone at the foot of Mount Tai, yet somehow he looked so reliable at this moment.
"ROAR!!!"
It hadn't expected Wu Di to be so annoying. With a roar, it temporarily abandoned Ji Mengyao and turned to charge at Wu Di.
"BOOM!"
"BOOM!"
This time it used both fists, exchanging blow after blow with Wu Di's fists.
One hit, another, and another - the iron armor on Wu Di's body had started to crack, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Though he met each strike with amazing strength against Wrath, his body seemed to be reaching its limit.
He was just gritting his teeth and enduring.
There was movement on Ning Yu's side as well - the broken Crimson War Blade stuck in her body suddenly began to tremble, emitting its familiar brilliant red light.
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[Task: Day of Blade Reforging progress updated 90%]
A wind from somewhere unknown began to blow, making Ning Yu's beautiful silver hair dance wildly.
Her amber eyes began to regain their familiar bloodred hue.
Ning Yu's life was now approaching its end; the Crimson War Blade had absorbed too much of her blood at once, and she was about to lose consciousness completely.
Invisible energy seemed to surround her, causing the dust on the ground to ripple outward in circles.
Under the truck's wreckage, Ji Mengyao revived again, barely crawling out from the steel ruins and struggling to stand.
She had almost become completely covered in blood, and the tide of hallucinations was about to engulf her as she leaned against the wreckage to support herself.
Wrath suddenly turned its head toward Ning Yu, sensing extremely dangerous energy from her.
It kicked Wu Di aside with one foot, then turned and began charging toward Ning Yu.
Shen Yiyue noticed Wrath's movement and suddenly stood in front of Ning Yu, shielding her.
Ning Yu, with only hazy consciousness remaining, barely made out Shen Yiyue's action and felt a strange sense of familiarity:
It was just like that day in the small supermarket when they first met, when Shen Yiyue had stood in front of her like this, wanting to protect her.
This girl... hasn't changed at all...
"No, Wu Di!!! Don't..."
"Don't use your ability!!!"
Ji Mengyao, who had just crawled out of the ruins, suddenly let out a sharp scream toward Wu Di.
Her voice was incredibly sharp and intense, as if using all the strength left in her body, her face full of panic.
The charging Wrath suddenly felt its leg catch on something, as if grabbed by some powerful force, and found itself unable to move for a moment.
How was this possible?
It looked back to see Wu Di's skin had turned completely red, with large amounts of white steam seeming to pour from his body.
His eyes had lost all color except white.
"Urgh... AHHHHH!!!!"
Wu Di let out a roar and actually grabbed Wrath's leg, forcibly dragging it backward.
A mortal body rivaling divinity.
What happened next was jaw-dropping:
His entire body twisted, the iron armor completely shattering and falling around him, the force of his movement beyond description.
Wrath's enormous body was actually lifted by Wu Di, who executed a shoulder throw, hurling it heavily away from Ning Yu's direction!
"BOOM!!!"
Its terrifying body was slammed into the ground, creating a massive crater.
Dust flew everywhere as the earth trembled!
After using this move, Wu Di was completely overloaded, his body falling straight forward.
The redness began to fade from his skin.
But he had bought enough time for Ning Yu.
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[Task: Day of Blade Reforging progress updated 100%]
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
