Volume 1: The Hidden Dragon in the Abyss Chapter 149: The Ghost King

An ancient, heavy, and crushing momentum bore down fiercely, as violent and terrifying as a mountain. Under this oppressive force, the city walls seemed to tremble.

"Granted!"

The Fourth Prince bore the brunt of this onslaught, swaying as if he might fall at any moment. But it mattered not. His hands moved swiftly in a blur, forming seals before pressing down heavily, drawing forth some hidden aura.

With a crackling sound, the giant suddenly seemed on the verge of splitting apart. With a grab and a squeeze from the Fourth Prince, it was finally reduced to ashes.

"The barbarian army has arrived. Return to the city!" the Fourth Prince said to them.

With those words, he soared upward, heading toward the enemy general...

The two of them knew that Bei Mingxuan was using this to temper himself, so they gritted their teeth and sensibly persisted. Finally, near the entrance between the eighth and ninth levels, they were blocked by evil spirits and could advance no further. Bei Mingxuan perceived everything from the void.

A detachment of reinforcements from the Wu Xing tribe was closest to the battlefield and would arrive shortly, so they had to make a swift and decisive battle. Unable to spare any more distraction, he clenched his teeth, and a pair of small, illusory, five-colored wings suddenly sprouted from his back.

Radiating an aura as though a single man could hold the pass against ten thousand foes, he swung his long sword in rapid succession. The wind generated by his blade slashes made Li Yining and Jiang Shiyi feel as though they might be blown away. Both weighed less than a hundred catties, with slender waists and bearing the weight of kingdoms.

As night fell, a breeze arose on the horizon, scattering the thick fog even more evenly, making the night appear all the gloomier.

However, considering that the strange tree's abilities were exceedingly bizarre, he worried he might be slain in a single blow if he attacked rashly. He had no intention of botching the investigation only to suffer a heavy loss—such a high-risk gamble was not for him.

Yet, he was left dazed by that ferocious kick, his face dark as he glared at Miwako Sato, a faint smell of burning beginning to emanate from his body.

The conference room was dead silent. The senior executives of the Tiger-Whiskered Whale Guild sat around the table, their gazes fixed unanimously upon President Kaled at the head.

Using the moonlight, He Meng felt her way to a table and lit a candleholder, finally able to see the full layout of the room.

"Do not speak. Wait until you are fully healed," Capella said softly, cupping her hands over the other's head to begin mental rehabilitation treatment.

Her military orders instructed her to find a man named Qin Shishen and bring him back. Now that he had been found, it was confirmed beyond doubt.

Yet this time, Weavile did not obey Loki's command, instantly executing [Avalanche]. Having previously been struck by Vanillish's [Icy Wind], the power of [Avalanche]. was doubled.

Regarding Jasmine's death, the Emperor of Numbers remained calm and composed, for he had merely been using her, and her demise entailed no loss to him.

Discovering that the cliff was sheer and the bottom completely obscured by thick fog, Chu Tiange felt a pang of heartache.

Then he saw Tapu Bulu flick its body, and leaves materialized out of thin air, hurtling toward Swampert like flying daggers.

All around lay soldiers of various descriptions, scattered haphazardly. Fortunately, most of them were not in mortal danger and had merely passed out temporarily.

In the matter of Xianlong, what she had done was already commendable enough, yet she blamed everything upon Chu Tiange, because he had not only harmed Xianlong but also made her a laughingstock.

Though those individuals were no match for Ye Xuan, they did not hold back their mockery, casting amused glances his way.

An aura akin to both a mountain and an abyss pressed down upon Ye Long. This god-like momentum instantly shattered his psychological defenses. For some reason, he had the distinct feeling that even if he were on the exact same level as Su Xing, he would never be able to defeat this demon.

For a moment, the room, which had been filled with chatting, fell completely silent at Su Xing's utterly unsparing words.

Although Pickpocket cared deeply about freedom, compared to life, freedom could be discarded entirely. Nor was Pickpocket the stubborn, unyielding type; otherwise, he would not have surrendered so readily just moments before.