Chapter 13183 — Mr. Zhao

The very next second, the scene before him changed utterly.

Wei Zhao looked left and right. The familiar suppression of his divine sense was still there, visibility to the naked eye was still capped at fifty meters, and all he could see was thick, dense fog.

What differed from the Ancient Mosquito Secret Realm was that this was no primeval rainforest—it was, astonishingly, a chasm ten thousand fathoms deep.

Beneath his feet lay only a narrow path, its widest stretch no more than forty centimeters across.

To either side, the drop fell away into bottomless dark.

Even with Wei Zhao letting...

"Mr. Zhao, is there any fish—or anything this mermaid likes to eat—that we could use to lure him up?" The men from the Bureau were truly at their wit's end. Their mouths had gone dry from talking, yet the mermaid in the water would not come out. Voices spoken through the water came out muffled and blurred; there was simply no way to get the message across properly.

Seeing that Yang Tian had actually started laughing, Zhu Qing pointed at him, so furious she could not get a word out—and then suddenly burst into loud sobbing.

That was the crux of the problem. About a week after he deleted that MOBA game, nearly every one of his accounts received a friend request from the same username.

When the old madman descended upon that divine-realm continent, he naturally had ways to rescue his two disciples. He was a being whom even the supreme gods would come forth to expel—his strength was unfathomable.

After the family's internal strife was put down, Chu Yanyu had become the Emperor of Chu. Chu Feiwu's uncle, Chu Jun, took over Tianlang City, while the post of City Lord of Tianfeng City fell into the hands of Chu Feiwu's father, Chu Sanhu. The "Chu Manor" of Tianfeng City naturally belonged to that City Lord as well.

Unless Nobody had been a fool and spilled the entire mission in advance, there was no way he could have known.

The strike missed. Bai Xingxuan's body abruptly halted; his bare feet came down on the flagstones with a 'bang,' and the stone—harder than iron—shattered at once, gravel spraying everywhere.

"Thank you, Chancellor!" The soldiers clutched the silver notes, not daring to refuse, not daring to look at him either. They thanked him in unison, then crouched low and bent their knees, retreating toward the water gate. Only when they had withdrawn far off did they straighten up and hurry back to their original posts. Every one of them was cold, as though flung into an ice cellar, and each cursed his luck in silence.

The child stared at Chu Feiwu charging straight at him, his face full of shock and more than a touch of foolish stupefaction.

At his shout, every head snapped around. Seeing that the man was indeed frantically running backwards, everyone was stunned.

The even more enormous exotic beasts and aberrations, their bodies arched like arrows loosed from the string, slammed head-on toward him.

It felt that Lin Yu was truly being reckless. Did he not understand that humans were absolutely forbidden to appear in the forest? It could not fathom what the other was thinking—how could he have actually brought a human along?

At light speed, the army of aberrations—and the Kui fleet too, terrified though they had no idea what was happening—had gained a lead of more than ten seconds. At the very least, none of them would be caught by any radiation from the gas giant's explosion—radiation that could not exceed light speed at its fastest.

In Japan, when the Japanese netizens saw that their own bot lane duo had been killed as well, they could no longer stay calm.

The black steed Dark Cloud Treading Snow beneath him had been a gift from Huang Degong in years past. Warhorses were at their golden age for battle from seven or eight years old to fourteen or fifteen; this one was now somewhat old, yet the rapport of many years remained, and he was tended with the utmost care. Even now he could still take the field and fight, not one whit inferior to his younger days.

Yet every time he lunged in for a fierce attack, the effect seemed slight—the other party always nimbly slipped aside, as though he had foreseen in advance that the blow would land on him, always dodging to one side in the very first instant. Watching it, he was truly consumed with unwillingness.

He had originally meant to slip in without a sound, but Lin Yu now understood—as things stood, there was truly no chance of that at all. Watching it all, Lin Yu was utterly speechless, genuinely unable to make sense of what on earth was going on.