The Encirclement Begins

New York's underground pipelines were intricately interconnected. The waste produced by the bustling city above was all processed through the vast network below.

And within this area, it was as if a space spanning more than a dozen square meters had been forcibly carved out from between those pipes.

The blond youth wore a gloomy expression as he leaned against the wall farthest from the sewage.

The blue-haired woman stood beside the sewage instead. Wind continuously flowed out through the opening, keeping the stench from becoming completely unbearable.

She tilted her ear, seemingly listening to the sounds carried by the wind.

Between the two of them, white-haired Yun Wujiu kept gasping for breath. The blackness in his eyes was gradually fading, while quite a bit of blood still stained beneath his nose. He was clearly still under the effects of the Meme Curse.

"Yun Wujiu, if you don't want to die, find a way to control yourself. Next time, I won't give you any more time..."

Jin looked down on Yun Wujiu. In his eyes, the only reason this man had become Title-level was probably because the Snow Witch had given him enough abilities and items due to personal feelings.

Now, the Snow Witch was dead. Solomon would most likely leave the gathering after this mission world ended and pursue his so-called true path of magic.

And he would become the true master of the Far East Magic Society.

Yun Wujiu clenched his fists. Freezing Qi spread outward, and ice froze both sides of his face. He was using this method to keep his emotions from becoming too intense.

He had known this world was dangerous, but Qinghuan had actually been killed?!

Unlike this temporary team, which barely exchanged any information, the deaths of Snow Witch Fu Qinghuan and Xinfeng