The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud - Chapter 914: Emperor’s Realm

The heavens and earth change when the blood phoenix descends.

Yu Holea was a genius ghost exorcist. Cursed for being a loner she embraced the path of exorcism. At the age of 26, she died.Opening her eyes she realized that she has transmigrated to a character who has the same name as her. Yu Holea was the newly found young miss of the Yu Family. Though everyone disliked her since for them Yu Mei is the true young miss. Everyone looks down on her even her biological brothers.Her Eldest Brother, “Don't even try to get close to me. I hate gold diggers like you. Yu Mei come I will bring you to shopping.”Her Gentle Second Brother,“ The door to get out of here is on the left. Remember not to bully Yu Mei”Her Third Brother, “Uh, don't let me see your disgusting face. Let me see my cute Yu Mei's Face”However, Yu Holea ignored them. She was used to all of this.She focused on her career and earning money instead of love.She was penniless? Huh, she has a long queue of bigshots begging to give her money. Her business empire expands from City S to Capital.She was untalented? She can even summon thunders!!At a high-end party, one of the relatives of the Yu Family saw Yu Holea surrounded by the bigshot of different fields and was shocked to the core.Just as everyone was confused her three brothers arrived and started pampering her.“Lea'er do you want to eat strawberry cake? Call me Big Brother I will feed you the cake.”“Lea them, here drink this juice, by the way, why don't you call me Second Brother?”“Little Sister don't listen to them I will protect you from everyone, you just have to call me Third brother.”A certain Handsome, Ceo of a top 10 company, “Lea Baby, when are you going to say yes to my proposal?”Yu Holea: Why is everyone looking at her with a doting glance?Follow Yu Holea in her adventure filled with thriller, suspense, and pampering.

Zombies suddenly appear all over the world, spreading rapidly in crowded cities. Within a day, national governments collapse all around the world, leading to chaos worldwide. Law and order vanish, making people fear both zombies and each other. Despite the zombie threat, groups form and fight over the limited resources.

But, amidst all of that, a man named Richard received a system that allows him to summon troops, military equipment, weapons, and vehicles. With his newfound power, he can protect himself, his comrades, his kin, and other survivors from zombies and rival factions.

A rampaging Goliath? Unleash Warthogs, AC-130s, and Apaches in the sky.

Mutant flying zombies? Establish anti-air defenses.

Juggernauts shrugging off small arms? Deploy Abrams tanks and IFVs.

Rival factions raiding? Let them face our might.

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