The Martial Emperor did not look toward Bull Demon or the "Fluorescent Bush" at all. Her gaze was fixed on the dark, distant sea.
Only when Zhang Yingying began shaking her arm did the corner of her lips lift slightly. "I have no objection to someone else's spoils. But to take it completely for yourself... there may still be a fight ahead?"
"Don't be so cold."
Why had Zhang Yingying wanted the Martial Emperor to speak? Wasn't it so she could use the chance to get her to step in for real and quickly end this battle that was sending everyone's Sanity plummeting?
Yet just as she was about to unleash the twelfth level of her cutesy act, her chest suddenly tightened.
With her own mental perception, Zhang Yingying could not sense anything too detailed. She could only vaguely detect that the dual pressure from the material and Mental Layers had somehow been condensed into a highly focused Jet Stream that suddenly swept past her side.
Danger. Extreme danger!
The passing "Jet Stream" was more like a long whip cracking through empty space. It had not truly struck anyone, yet the howling impact raised by that "resounding" snap alone conveyed immense destructive force.
Within the Form and Spirit Framework, White Rainbow gave a low, keening cry in response—but it had been more than a beat too slow. If that attack had truly targeted her, she would probably already be dead without a corpse left behind!
Zhang Yingying shuddered involuntarily. There was no doubt this was a threat. For one brief moment, she practically thought she had become a hostage—though she was prepared for that.
But then she thought of the Martial Emperor beside her and felt that was unlikely.
Zhang Yingying turned to look at her boss, but the latter