Chapter 85: Abduction
The woman finally managed to stabilize the changes within her body. By the time she had completely adapted to the mysterious energies now coursing through her, night had already fallen. Around her, the monstrous beasts had all been slain by the man standing before her, leaving the place transformed into something resembling a civilized city.
“How much longer until we can leave here? Are you almost done?” she asked. Despite everything, an uneasy feeling lingered in her heart, as if she had no idea what might happen next.
“Why do you suddenly ask me that? Did you notice something?” Lin Chong and his companions seemed unaware of anything unusual.
At that moment, the two men paid no attention to Bu Fan. Their conversation grew ever more lively, moving from the current plan to stories of past glories, giving rise to a sense of regret at not having met sooner. Silva even tried to offer Zhan Yi some wine from his homeland, but Zhan Yi politely declined.
After defeating so many weak opponents, Ji Ming felt thoroughly satisfied. Glancing at the lower right corner of the screen, he saw it was already eleven o’clock. He had played enough, and with school tomorrow, it was time to call it a night.
One’s land is one’s own domain. You must have a sense of space, a perfect mental map. Only by defining your space can you find your proper place within it.
Now, despair was deeper than ever. Even with six celestial experts mobilized by both the Holy Order and the Northern Immortal Alliance, they had failed. This meant that attacking Zhang Xin in public was no longer possible.
Teng Han noticed there was no white mist in the private booth, yet he could not sense any spiritual energy. The booth resembled an old European theater box, offering a view of the auction stage but not of the neighboring boxes.
Likewise, followers of the same swordsmanship would develop distinct styles. Only veteran masters, using a comprehensive evaluation, could judge their students accurately—this method was simply called “presence” or “absence.” Each master’s standards would differ subtly.
“I’ve never heard her mention it,” Li Chengzhu said, feeling frustrated. Seeing Xiao Changchuan’s enigmatic smile, he sensed he had fallen into a trap—one he couldn’t avoid, even if he saw it coming.
When Al Weilan’s extended limousine arrived at the Zhang family’s estate, he found it already swarming with people.
Even the strongest things in this world eventually decay and crumble. In the path of spiritual energy, stagnation means decline; natural loss is inevitable.
Thus, when the Six-Fingered Black Knight died, Yan Dan naturally became the new leader of the Mo Sect.
Recently, Li Zaixian had begun to feel that something was amiss. Though he had found no evidence, a growing sense of crisis pressed upon him. The worst part was that he had no idea where this threat was coming from.
“It’s all mutual. Fish bite the hook because there’s bait. People die for wealth, birds for food; fish are the same. With enough temptation, they’re willing to lose their name for a taste,” Sun Zhengyi said, winking, his words carrying a double meaning.
At that moment, Yin Feng was lost in thought. Memories flooded his mind, and nostalgia overwhelmed him.
The terrifying energy unleashed from deep beneath the earth could destroy an entire mountain range, fill a lake, and turn a thriving city into a desolate wasteland. Its destructive power was not inferior to that of a nuclear warhead.
Tang Feng’s words were already familiar to Gangzi, Cantong, and Haizi, who had learned of the situation after moving in with Gangzi. Having heard everything, they asked no further questions.
“Kill the enemy?” Zong Feng suddenly laughed. He hadn’t expected that, after all that had happened, Gao Peng could still utter such bold words. Clearly, Gao Peng had some admirable qualities.
“How strange… Why did it end like this?” After calming her true energy, Zi Ying looked up again at the starry sky, which had returned to its original path. Her eyes were filled with confusion as she began to ponder.