Chapter 112: Evasive Maneuvers

“That old ghost is incredibly tenacious; his control over his power is precise, not some reckless outburst!”

“He’s compressing our space to move, forcing us into a direct confrontation with him!”

Bai Yuening knew this all too well.

She felt like a fragile boat caught in a storm—seemingly darting skillfully across the crests with exquisite evasion techniques, yet at any moment, a massive wave could shatter her into pieces.

The attacks of the nameless old ghost were not only devastating in power but carried a corrosive force that eroded the mind.

It was precisely then that Yinuo and Elder Yelü suddenly sensed the ground trembling, the vibrations growing stronger and more frequent.

“Is this how you treat me?!” A piercing scream shattered the quiet of the living room, causing even Madam Jiu to instinctively fall silent.

Jingliu’s eyes, stinging with tears, closed reflexively. After enduring a weakened punch, he seized the chance to press his right hand, still dusted with residual lime powder, forcibly against her eyes.

At that moment, Bai Jin was at a critical juncture in breaking through from the sixth to the seventh level of the Lingxi Divine Art. Unexpectedly, she was relentlessly pursued and attacked by these people. After fleeing for two days and nights, during a desperate life-or-death battle, Bai Jin experienced an ordeal akin to what Lin Yu once faced against Lei Fuhu.

Mo Lulu spoke hesitantly, seeming unsure whether she should confide these thoughts to Nan Yue.

Once this hit the trending topics, his Weibo exploded. His homepage was scoured thoroughly over the past few days.

Yet Feng Xiao racked his brain and could not recall that face from his memory. Aside from the familiar aura she emitted, she was a complete stranger to him.

Su Ye clicked his tongue silently. Truly worthy of the royal kitchen—the scale of ingredients rivaled several five-star hotels. Setting aside variety, the sheer quantity alone was astonishing.

However, when he finally came into contact with the Nine-Tailed Fox, he realized the situation was not as dire as he had imagined.

Nan Yue sat on the bed, watching the man carry in her suitcase, open it, and ask which outfit she wanted to wear.

Moreover, atop every level of the tower stood a colossal battle platform, capable of accommodating several hundred warriors at once.

Immersed in cultivation, Chen Xiao was unaware that his presence had gradually brought together many once-strangers among the innate martial artists, who eventually became close friends.

The Third Legion left 3,000 troops under the command of Asistes to temporarily garrison Asperustum City. The First Legion left 2,000 soldiers led by Xiluo to manage Cremisa. The remaining forces all returned.

After some thought, Rick Ryan could only press his lips together in bitter resolve—he had arranged this battle, and with tears in his eyes, he would see it through.

Its massive body blotted out the sky and sun, casting a vast shadow on the ground that enveloped everyone beneath it.

Thousands of wailing dragons were handed over to the human army. Naturally, the Four Ancestors of Humanity would not linger here. The army turned back, escorting the dragons to the shores of the Eastern Sea, where they would summon the tribal leaders of humanity and publicly execute these dragons, a declaration of human might to all beings of the primordial wilderness.

Although Christopher Nolan’s tone remained calm, the reporter harbored a deeply uneasy premonition.

Still, in the hearts of all present, there was a unanimous belief that against Bai Wuming, Baili Dengfeng had no chance of victory whatsoever. Perhaps Bai Wuming’s previous strike was casual, while Baili Dengfeng had already unleashed his full strength.

His face bore an expression that I could neither decipher nor wished to understand, continuously glancing around.

Qi Chisu glanced at the person who had been bumped by Lan Lan, feeling utterly exasperated. Was the plot really going to be this overwhelming? Just having escaped the Demon Realm, only to immediately encounter the Emperor of the Human Realm.

As these words fell, it was as if midsummer suddenly gave way to deep winter. If the murderous intent simmering beneath Qin Shou’s calm exterior had only caused gentle ripples before, then upon learning that Xicang had also been taken, that killing aura surged like a dragon ascending into the abyss—like water hitting hot oil, it hissed and cracked explosively, forcing onlookers to retreat in fear.