Chapter 86: Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Jiang Sen looked at Yixia in this state, and the fire of anger burning in his heart only grew more intense. In his mind, Yixia’s silence at this moment felt like concealment and avoidance directed at him.

Just as he took a step forward, several figures broke through the void in other directions, as if they had sensed something extremely important, something he himself had forgotten.

He had to find a way for Tang Wanying to completely destroy the brainworm before it grew any stronger, so she could truly fuse with the demon body. Only when the demon body was fully under human consciousness would this half-demon experiment have any meaning for him.

Although Yang Zhentian couldn’t discern the exact direction of the Twelve Nights of Clarity for the moment, he was certain of one thing: judging by the direction of the sound, the Twelve Nights of Clarity was now above the yellow sands, not beneath them.

Shang Yu watched Qian Yushu’s receding figure, unable to understand why he was saying things so utterly irrelevant. He wrung the water from his clothes and hurried to catch up.

The leading elder wore an exquisitely patterned robe of water motifs in black and red, no less splendid than the blue-black robe worn by Chai Jinsheng, perhaps even more so. On his chest was embroidered a blue ox horn, marking him as a figure of high rank among the Heavywater Buffalo clan.

Seeing the situation, Gou Chen felt a tightening in his chest. He pushed his heavenly eye to its utmost, trying to perceive every subtle change around Tang Wanying.

Since the curse of the Devil Coin had merged with the weapon itself, the curse no longer had a permanent effect, but its power could stack multiple times until the target’s spirit was completely shattered.

“That’s right! That’s right! Brother Aiguo is the leader—my brother works in his unit as the canteen director,” He Yushui eagerly chimed in to support Wu Aifang’s claim.

Always so calm and rational, Mason was suddenly enraged by embarrassment. He flung the water bottle in his hand at the chortling Kite Man.

Mu Qianshan strode forward with a hearty laugh, giving Wang Dashan a light pat on the shoulder to soothe his embarrassment.

A dozen people in white robes carried red lanterns down the eastern street, moving from west to east.

Fan Yi summoned back the Celestial Spirit Seal, put away the demon-catching painting into the Tiger Talisman, and flew back toward the great river from which he had come.

He began silently reciting the Immortal King’s Meditation, strengthening his soul so as not to deplete himself and risk mental collapse.

Old Guo continued thoughtfully, “Actually, on that ship—if he had warned Jing Xing earlier, told the artillerymen to hold their posts, when our carrier had been spotted, a barrage would have left us reeling.”

Byron, too, was reluctant to see these elite adventurers from the Old Continent rush to the perilous Eastern Continent and die in vain while the situation was still unclear.

Demonic power did not directly equal combat strength. Kagura and Flamehoof, especially the latter with his extraordinary speed, could stand their ground even against true great demons.

Yet, just when Cheng Shijie thought these mighty figures had accomplished nothing, a cheer rose in the distance.

The other person was surprised, then broke into a radiant smile and showered Qin Zhiyou with praise.

Using the firewall as cover, Chi Yao accelerated and flanked Jack. With a swing of his Reversal, the Thunder Scythe shot out, guided by the residual charge on Jack, slicing through countless proliferating blood-green tendrils and striking Jack squarely in the chest.

As the third Chiyou fled farther away, and since Dragon Lord had no means for duplication, Ye Fan ordered the Wind God to pursue and kill Chiyou.

No matter what she thought in her heart, she had to scold Qin Yi, for this was the way to save him.

She had lived in the palace for over a decade and knew just how terrifying that place was. The bloodless conspiracies were more dangerous than any snake or insect in the wild.

The Heavenly Emperor’s face instantly contorted, flush with shame, his eyes wild, his heart roaring in hysterical humiliation.

The young man remarked that those who had dared to speak to him so disrespectfully over the years were all but dead.

“By the way, there are over three hundred people still unconscious. If possible, I hope they too can join me. Is that something you two can handle?” Qin Yi, unwilling to waste his time on the matter, handed it over to the Tiger Elders.

Besides, their team still had many players from the second division and some who had come down from the first division—true “war monks” of the pitch, more adept at breaking bones than playing ball.

Even the lowest grade beast fire could fetch millions, yet no one fought over it. Couldn’t the reason be any clearer?

As Lu Qingchen walked away without looking back, the bluebird chirped anxiously, darting forward, then suddenly dived and alighted on Lu Qingchen’s shoulder, its bright eyes glinting.

Not far away, the campfire leapt nimbly like a crimson fox, the pungent aroma of roasting meat spreading in all directions. Clearly this was not a dangerous island—otherwise, who would dare to hunt and roast meat here?

Sensing the presence of Misty Peak, Li Qing couldn’t help but flash a mischievous grin. He glanced at the well-hidden spatial passage, pondered for a moment, and decided to send Wang Hao a generous gift.

“Heh, so it was you, daring to use Illusory Flicker here—turns out it’s you, you damned fatty. Looks like you haven’t been idle these days; your Celestial Transformation technique has improved yet again!” Zhu Rongtian’s face broke into a happy smile. Clearly, the two were old friends.

“I don’t know. If I knew who he was, I’d have tracked him down already. He’s far more mysterious than I am—appearing and vanishing at will,” the masked man replied with a smile.

The ghost cackled wildly, but was then sliced through by a blade of silvery sword-light. The phantom, imbued with the power of heaven and earth, was mercilessly ground to dust, dissipating into a wisp of black smoke.