Above the black-and-white city, Zhang Yuanqing's entire body had stiffened—physically stiffened. Aside from his mind still being able to function, he could not move his limbs at all.
The pressure of a superior bore down on his shoulders like a mountain, sending his muscles into spasms as cold sweat poured from him like floodwaters through opened gates.
I have the protection of secrecy. How did Ling Tuo lock onto me? He came out of the old alley—does he know about the seed? Impossible. Most of my actions have been carried out in secrecy. There's no way he could have observed them from the river of fate... Zhang Yuanqing was both shocked and enraged. Though deeply unwilling to accept it, Ling Tuo's appearance here—and his precise location of Zhang Yuanqing while he was Night Wandering—meant that he had been working for Ling Tuo this entire time.
He had never underestimated the Lunar Moon Lord, but this demigod's power exceeded even his imagination.
After running himself ragged for days, not only had all his efforts come to nothing, but he was now being humiliated like this by the other party.
The face that blotted out the sky slowly opened its mouth.
"I did not originally regard you as worthy of notice. Especially after I stripped the Lunar Moon Origin Fragment from your Role Card—you had already lost all value.
"But you insisted on making a nuisance of yourself, entering my sight time and again. I suddenly discovered that you harbor many secrets—secrets beyond being the Demon Lord's successor."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing, far away in Songhai, immediately picked up the Eight-Span Mirror and dismissed his duplicate.
Yet the enormous face remained in the sky, and the gray-white world still existed. The dismissal had failed.
His duplicate had been concealed, and the