Within the Ze Cauldron, the crimson-gold Drought Demon Fruit hung high, glittering light rippling around it.
A wisp of brownish-yellow Long Qi appeared from thin air, intertwining with the Red Qi, Wood Yi, and yellow sands Qi. Its color resembled transparent amber, and as it circled, golden light swayed!
Success.
A splendid start!
"Tiger Amber—does it mean amber, and the spirit of a tiger? Absorb mountain mist every day at the hour of the tiger, and gain the strength of one tiger. Hiss, the world truly is vast and full of wonders. It increases every day—this must be a sect-suppressing treasure..."
The folks of the Southern Border had hidden some good stuff in their homes.
He would be rude not to accept.
In the dark little room, Liang Qu was thrilled. He accepted the treasure without ceremony, not waiting to inspect the effects of the Long Qi in detail.
Old Toad suddenly yanked the long whiskers.
Agonizing pain struck. Fat Catfish felt a current flash through its mind, severing the connection.
"Retreat!"
Boom!
The cicada cry exploded!
His eyes and ears went blank for an instant.
His vision was full of afterimages. His soul body swam forward on instinct, and Liang Qu gave a hard thrust, breaking through the sound waves and fleeing at top speed.
The vocal chamber vibrated, and piercing cicada cries rang out. Surging Qi shot skyward, fierce winds howled, and the entire mountain trembled, kicking up clouds of dust. At that very moment, the ancient stockade embedded halfway up the mountainside awoke from its stillness. Several True Images leaped out in succession, while dark and dense flying insects blotted out the sky!
"What sharp perception!"
Dizzy, Liang Qu turned back and saw the pursuing insect tide, his heart jolting with alarm.
What kind of cicadas were