Chapter 55: The Clown Carnival (Part 4)

"Xiyou, I declare that from now on she is my in-game wife!"
The boisterous Xie Bai waved his arm grandly, making a vein on Xiyou's temple twitch.
Pushing aside a faint trace of displeasure, Xiyou ruthlessly crushed his fantasy: "The dungeon only lasts for three days, and tonight is the carnival night. Once it's over, we're leaving. I advise you not to get any ideas."
There was one more thing Xiyou didn't mention.
He had already run into the little NPC twice, which meant their bond was just—
"That Ling'er, are there really no male disciples under your sect?" The projected man looked at the two oxen and two horses, and finally turned his head toward Zhong Ling.
And so, the flames devoured the water dragon, sweeping over Zabuza's body and extinguishing his life force with intense heat. At the same time, it brought forth the agonizing shrieks of Zabuza.
Being driven back by a single slash once again, the goat-like demonic beast cast a gloomy glance at the faint white mark on its chest.
Hearing Xue Ming's cough, the few young women finally snapped out of their "enthusiastic" gaming session. After casting a slightly embarrassed glance at Xue Ming, they all lowered their heads somewhat uneasily.
At this very moment, accompanied by that terrifying oppressive aura sweeping over from the distant high sky, everyone felt as though an ocean was pressing down upon them, leaving them barely able to breathe.
The entire basement's layout was divided into left and right sections with a central hallway running down the middle. Flanking the hallway were numerous narrow rooms, their internal spaces only slightly larger than a toilet, and these rooms were completely isolated from one another.
In the clash between Ying Kui and Yao Qi, their combat powers were evenly matched, and fighting at full strength, every collision erupted into ripples of destructive energy.
As his words fell, Gu Xinghun actually took the initiative to launch an attack, shooting forward fiercely to deliver a punch directly at the five-star Martial Ancestor. The fist seemed completely devoid of any true qi or energy, yet it felt brimming with brutal, savage force.
He had only received the command from Prince Li Liangdu at noon to prepare to lead troops south to cooperate with the main army for the Yinsha campaign, yet within a mere three hours, Yeli Yueyan had already mobilized his forces and begun charging toward Xiadu City, the closest city to Yinsha City.
"Li Xiang, have you heard? Catching criminals is getting harder and harder these days; many victims turn into black ash after death. I guess forensic pathologists are going to be out of a job soon," Li Xiang's colleague chatted casually.
The Great Demon God wore a ferocious expression, struggling desperately to break free from the restraint of Wei Qing's willow branches, only to find that the more he struggled, the tighter the bindings became. Strand after strand of willow branches embedded themselves deep into his flesh and skin, and then pierced right through his physical body to trap his imperial soul.
Then, their eyes suddenly widened, and they stared in absolute horror at the waterfall ahead: the rushing waterfall had actually broken into two segments. They could clearly see the rocks exposed in the middle of the broken waterfall, and the flow remained severed for a full two seconds.
The phrase "making use of waste" suddenly flashed into his mind. Almost simultaneously, Qin Mosu opened the box, and a mobile phone came into view: a mobile phone?
Clearly, once this bounty order was issued, those whose identities had already been leaked were bound to be in deep trouble.
He knew that this time, he and his companions had truly fallen into a trap, and it was the kind of defeat where they couldn't even muster a single temper to complain.
On the other side, similarly, after handling some official business, Long Yuquan's peripheral vision would inevitably drift over as well. Just like before, every single time felt as though he had tasted sweet honey, and the corners of his lips would involuntarily curl upward.
His memories of Su Mei felt as distant as if they were tens of thousands of years old. Awakened by that gentle voice, they effortlessly drifted up from the deepest recesses of Li Yi's memory, occupying his entire mind in an instant.
Jingrong blinked, her long eyelashes casting a delicate shadow on her lower eyelids. Before she even spoke, the atmosphere had already turned solemn.
Of course, he had never witnessed the methods of a Grandmaster himself; he had only heard people talk about how formidable Grandmasters were, assuming they were just martial artists bragging and that Grandmasters couldn't possibly be that powerful.
By utilizing the laws of the mortal realm to restrict their strength, it would also distance them further from the Heavenly Dao and prolong their recovery time, allowing the Immortal Realm to better restore its vitality so that those extraterrestrial demons could all be completely eradicated when the time came.