The two ran beneath strings of lanterns, gradually drawing closer to the Labyrinth Master.
As she ran, Feng Ling asked Ye Zheng beside her, "How did you sleep last night?"
Ye Zheng glanced at her without speaking. Her awful expression already said everything.
Feng Ling smiled, feeling much more balanced.
"The Daoist said the Labyrinth Master might have Mental Power-based abilities. If anything feels wrong after the blast, we retreat. The evacuation point is where Little Skeleton and Xu Yiming are now." Feng Ling quickly looked back. "About two hundred meters away. It should be safe."
Ye Zheng said, "The strength of Mental Power is related to the size of its user. We need to find a way to reduce the Mountain's mass."
"It should behave after another blast," Feng Ling said.
Remembering the black Scales exposed after the last explosion, she instinctively looked around and added, "We should be able to see the Red Mist from this distance, but the fog looks normal now. It seems the Labyrinth Master we blasted out before has been wrapped up by the chunks of flesh again."
"Let's go check its healing ability." Ye Zheng picked up her pace.
Once she sped up, Feng Ling had trouble keeping up.
Just as she was about to tell Ye Zheng to wait, Ye Zheng suddenly stopped and turned around. "It's here again—the Wandering Deity's music."
Feng Ling focused and listened. The sound was far away, separated from them by at least several streets.
"Come on. Let's find somewhere high and take a look." Feng Ling tightened her shoulder straps and ran into a building by the roadside with her heavy pack on her back.
The buildings near Central Plaza were all rather short, no more than four stories high. So even from the rooftop, their