The moment the poison gas bomb exploded, smoke filled the sky. Concealed by the smoke, Zhong Xingyue pushed her speed to the limit and vanished in the blink of an eye.
For some reason today, he had kept pestering her about pain here and pain there, frightening her into thinking his gu poison had flared up again. She hurriedly checked him over from head to toe.
The two exchanged a glance, then lightly jumped down from the top of the wall. Keeping to the darkness along the wall, they headed toward the largest and most luxurious row of buildings.
Even its sharply defined outline showed signs of dissolving, becoming indistinct and turning into vast clouds of black mist that merged with the surrounding darkness, as though it were returning to its origin to bolster the power of the Yin Demon Emperor and even countless Yin Demon Kings.
"How could I possibly lose at advanced mathematics this time?" The moment Yu Jianian heard the word "lose," his face and neck flushed red as he protested indignantly.
The cliff was not especially high to begin with, and the commotion caused by those two was enormous. As a result, the four demons in the distance and the three Zhu brothers set aside what they were doing and rushed over.
"Cough, cough... Su Mo, wasn't that... humiliating?" The spectators struggled to suppress their smiles as they watched the scene. In the end, they silently looked at the dust-covered man before bursting into laughter.
Looking at the bottle in his hand, Zhan Moxi froze for a moment before unscrewing the cap and downing half the bottle in one gulp.
Shui Yiren waited for quite a while, but the man beside her did not say a word. Feeling puzzled, she turned her head and saw him