Chapter 25: Caught You, Didn't I?

Shen Yihuan could not describe her current state of mind; she felt a mix of excitement, nervousness, and a lingering sense of anticipation. Since her brother had broken up with Song Yanzi, he had not been involved with anyone else. In truth, she had hoped from the bottom of her heart that he would find someone new, yet with the Shen and Sheng families currently planning a strategic marriage, no complications could be allowed to arise. Burdened by this anxiety, she took the elevator downstairs.

Xuantian wore an expression of deep regret, though he knew the White Turtle’s analysis was sound. The duel on the Nine Heavens Demon-Suppressing Map had exhausted all the remaining power of this cushion.

After tidying up, the three of us headed to the Regent Hotel in the city—the only high-end establishment around, and a place I had only visited once, back when Da Jin brought me there right after my release from prison.

At that moment, a flash of golden light spread out, shooting across from the palm of Xueyang’s hand just as he was about to seize Yanye’s throat. It forced Xueyang’s hand aside; in the blink of an eye, the golden light flickered, and Shui Jingyue pushed Yanye away from Xueyang’s grasp.

Xuantian had intended to make a final stand, but then, the unexpected occurred. The skeletal arm moved on its own, rising to meet the challenge.

Regrettably, she was still a step too late. The barrier she could have passed through moments ago now blocked her path, causing sparks to fly as she collided with the space itself.

Not long ago, Mu Fuxi had sold many of her jewels and garments, sending You Lü out of the palace in person to recruit a force of death-sworn warriors and soldiers. Though she had been uneasy about entrusting the task to You Lü, he did not disappoint; in just one trip, he returned with five thousand death-sworn and ten thousand soldiers.

The wolf-like gaze made Zheng Hanxue shiver. She looked back, but seeing nothing, she narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on Zheng Hanfei’s hand.

Seeing this, I grew anxious. They had all perceived the secret of the waterfall, but I remained in the dark. Now that they had all entered, what was I to do? Without waiting for Lin Fanyin’s reply, I took a leap of faith and plunged directly into the water.

Suddenly, the earth trembled as if an army of countless thousands were charging forward. A vast sea of people instantly engulfed the base of the mountain, their clamor rising as they surged toward the summit.

"I’ll let you off this time because you’re here to deliver breakfast," I muttered. "Otherwise, hmph, you’d be in for a world of hurt."

It was a pity that these nearly two thousand silver dragons were not true dragons, but merely illusions manifested through the mastery of incantations, and thus, they could not escape the limitations of distance.

After resting for a while, King Mino the Swift regained some strength. I noticed that the damaged skin on his body was already closing and scabbing over; even an eighth-level zombie king possessed terrifying regenerative abilities.

Despite his anger, Ding Ruchang turned to the man beside him and said, "Commander Li, my apologies. I’ve made a spectacle of myself."

At that moment, three figures streaked across the sky and descended into the Blood Mist Forest. Feng Qingzi was no longer a half-immortal; the moment he arrived, his body shuddered violently, and his life essence began to stir uncontrollably, as if it were about to burst forth from his veins.

Ao Li was merely a third-level demonic beast; whether this interdimensional space was a gift or an innate ability of his, Xiao Rang had no way of knowing.

"What?!" Wen Zhengbiao’s words left me stunned once again. The left and right guardians, along with Zheng Xingfeng, were his three most capable subordinates?

Having said this, he hurriedly snatched up the Zhoutian Sword Dust from the ground and transformed into a white rainbow, charging straight into the fray.

Crown Prince Changkong proved his mettle; seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he spat out a mouthful of demonic blood, intending to escape using the most powerful fleeing technique of the demon race: the Blood Escape.