Chapter 1115: Intrigue and Scheming

"Second Chief, I found another delicious treat, care for a taste?" Yun Mengmeng said, carrying a bamboo basket draped with a cloth that concealed its contents.

"Senior Brother Lu Yang, you interact with Sister Immortal so often; when she revived, did she speak of me more, or Lianyi?" Ao Ling stood at Lu Yang's left, her tone gentle yet resolute.

"Sister Immortal and I share such a close bond, she must have muttered my name far more often!" Jiang Lianyi stood at Lu Yang's right.

Of course, these were not the demon player’s most conspicuous traits; compared to the seductive aura suffusing the air, his outward appearance was virtually negligible.

Yu Guiyuan watched as Mengxin turned into a beam of light, flying into the satchel slung across his back; before them rose the heavenly stairs, eighty-one tiers in total, beside which stood a stone tablet inscribed with sixteen characters: Heavy the ascent, drain the cup of woe. Cast no glance back, life and death below.

Yet as he passed the lodge at the courtyard gate, Li Shan noticed Uncle Zhang reclining in a rocking chair, the dim candle flame casting a hoary frost upon his beard; Li Shan's heart trembled, and he halted abruptly, only setting his mind at ease upon hearing Uncle Zhang's soft, rhythmic snoring, before slipping out the gate with stealthy steps.

It could speak no longer, for it was already dead; there were no comrades by its side, nor any enemies, only an endless expanse of corpses. At least... it had won, proving that humanity could triumph over those roaches who deemed themselves invincible.

His lips parted into a grin that stretched all the way to his ears. He was sinister and cold, his tailored purple suit fitting his frame flawlessly, as though it had finally found its true master. His smile struck terror into its very soul.

As the last word slowly escaped the lips of the man in yellow, Lin Han’s expression shifted, his gaze flickering with churning thoughts as he fell into a long, profound silence.

Lin Yu found the voice strikingly familiar and could not help but turn to look; when their eyes met in midair, both were filled with utter disbelief.

Suddenly, the several azure lamps mounted upon the stone wall grew dim; in an instant, accompanied by a strange, sizzling noise, dozens of azure halos shot forth from the flames, instantly blanketing the ten stone statues that lay upon the floor of the stone hall.

The two traded barbs, yet their hands never slackened for a moment; among the baneful souls, a Marquis was exceedingly rare and a pinnacle existence, and if they could slay him here, it would surely alter the course of the coming war. With this thought, their power erupted, nearly blasting their foe to pieces.

"I once cultivated in the West Cow-Gift Continent and know of that place—it is the Five-Sons Ridge. A fox demon who had cultivated for thousands of years used to dwell there, but now, I suspect..." another Demon King chimed in.

The others in the forest turned their gazes toward Ye Feng as well, evidently wishing to hear him state his reasons.

Watching the man fighting bloodily, Xi Zhen found himself unable to move a muscle, for Shan Guiyao had sealed two of his acupoints beforehand, leaving him to watch helplessly as his companion was beset on all sides.

Under his crushing pressure, Madame Hu dared not object and knelt directly before Li Jingyi, confessing that she had merely been muddled for a moment when she committed the grave error; she begged for mercy, hoping that in light of her past two years of leniency and the fact that Li Jingyi had survived, she might be spared.

Mercifully, they appeared hale and hearty, and moreover, far more powerful than before—so much so that even he had failed to detect them.

His current position was not far from the Chiyou tribe, but because of its extreme isolation, no Nine-Li clans resided there. Being nested tightly at the foot of Mount Buzhou, the air was bitter cold, making it entirely unfit for habitation.

Furthermore, the internet claimed that if it were not treated in time, there would be sequelae, leaving her mouth permanently twisted; that was something she could never endure, and she was fortunate not to have soiled herself from fright.