Will We Be Trapped Here?

"Understood!" Hu Liena ended the call in delighted surprise and turned to Yan.

"The Forum is legitimate. As long as we complete the mission, we can all survive together!"

Yan nodded firmly, fierce battle lust blazing in his eyes.

Hu Liena immediately handed Yan the phone and quickly shared the information on the Cockroach Club.

The three huddled together and began discussing their plan in low voices.

"The information says the Cockroach Club's headquarters is in an upscale clubhouse downtown."

Hu Liena pointed at the map on the screen. "They'll never expect anyone to dare attack them on their own turf."

"We'll exploit that information gap!" Yu Tianheng said coldly.

"The tactics are simple." A pink gleam flashed through Hu Liena's eyes-the power of Bewitchment from her Celestial Fox martial soul.

"Once we get inside in disguise, I'll immediately use my Bewitchment soul skill on the people in charge and take control of their minds."

Yan clenched his fists, dark red flames rising from his fingertips. "Even if you can only control them for a second, that's enough for me to snap three necks!"

"I'll finish off any survivors and provide cover." Lightning from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon flickered faintly over Yu Tianheng's body.

The three exchanged glances, each seeing the killing intent in the others' eyes.

It was settled. They would strike now!

They would catch the Cockroach Club completely off guard and wipe it out in one lightning-fast assault!

The three turned and strode toward the Cockroach Club, following the navigation on the phone.

Not one of them spared another glance at Xue Beng on the ground.

Xue Beng sat slumped on the cold street, trembling as he watched their retreating backs.

He opened his mouth but could not make a sound.

He knew he had been abandoned.

In this unfamiliar world filled with supernatural horrors, a useless prince who was not even a Soul Elder could only wait to die.

Xue Beng climbed to his feet in despair and wandered aimlessly in another direction.

Douluo Continent.

The imperial palace of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Watching Xue Beng's miserable state on the Sky Screen, Xue Ye trembled with rage and hurled his wineglass to the floor.

"Bastard! That bastard Yu Tianheng! How dare he abandon an imperial prince!"

Spirit Hall.

As Bibi Dong watched the three decisive figures on the Sky Screen, a hint of approval flashed through her eyes.

"Good. Nana has finally learned to use every advantage available to her."

Beside her, Ghost Douluo chuckled sinisterly. "Your Holiness, those three youngsters have devised a perfect strategy. With a Soul Master's explosive power and a surprise assassination, those so-called Ghost Handlers won't have a chance to react."

"As long as they aren't given a chance to use their supernatural powers, they're lambs to the slaughter!"

Across the entire Douluo Continent, Soul Masters held their breath, their eyes fixed on the Sky Screen.

They desperately wanted to see the Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent turn the tables with a glorious victory in that hopeless world!

Douluo Continent.

Inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, there was only dead silence.

Ning Fengzhi stared unblinkingly at the Sky Screen, his refined face twitching slightly.

The sight of Ning Rongrong expressionlessly peeling the skin from Tong Qian's arm pierced his heart like a knife.

That cold gaze, those practiced, cruel movements.

Was this really still his daughter?

"Rongrong..." Ning Fengzhi's voice was hoarse. The daughter before his eyes had become utterly unfamiliar, even inspiring a flicker of dread in him.

But he soon drew a deep breath and gripped the armrests of his chair, as though searching for a reasonable excuse.

"In a world that hopeless, kindness is a death sentence. This is the only way Rongrong can survive. What she did... wasn't wrong."

Ning Fengzhi's voice echoed through the empty hall, but his words sounded hollow and feeble.

Beside him, Bone Douluo Gu Rong and Sword Douluo Chen Xin exchanged a glance and both let out heavy sighs.

They knew that the innocent little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had already died in that world of supernatural horrors.

The world of Mysterious Revival, ZS City.

Yang Jian pushed open the Caesar Hotel's heavy glass door, and an icy chill washed over him.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Ghost Eye on Yang Jian's forehead snapped open.

A scarlet radiance burst forth!

Third-layer Ghost Domain activated!

Red light spread in every direction like a tide, attempting to envelop the entire hotel.

Yet in the next instant, Yang Jian's expression changed drastically.

"How is this possible?"

To his shock, his third-layer Ghost Domain, powerful enough to cover half a city, encountered tremendous resistance here!

The red light could barely reach the edges of the lobby and corridors. It could not penetrate the tightly closed guest room doors at all.

Some rooms were like bottomless black holes, completely shutting out the probing gaze of his Ghost Eye.

Yang Jian abandoned his dismissive attitude, his gaze becoming intensely grave.

Anything capable of suppressing even his third-layer Ghost Domain concealed horrors beyond imagination.

The two followed the dimly lit stairs up to the second floor.

A thick red carpet lined the corridor, soft beneath their feet and muffling every sound.

Yang Jian suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the floor ahead.

Beneath the yellow glow of a wall lamp, a pitch-black footprint stood out starkly on the red carpet.

The footprint was small, as though someone had passed by on tiptoe, and it gave off a strong stench of death.

"Did a ghost come through here? Or is this some sort of trigger condition?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly and turned to Ning Rongrong behind him.

"Step on it." Yang Jian's voice was utterly devoid of emotion.

Ning Rongrong looked at the eerie black footprint and walked straight over without any hesitation.

She understood her role perfectly.

Her only value in this team was to test the rules governing supernatural phenomena, to serve as a suitable tool for scouting the way ahead.

If she dared refuse, Yang Jian would abandon her without a second thought.

The sole of Ning Rongrong's shoe landed precisely on the black footprint.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Everything remained deathly silent. Nothing unusual happened.

"Let's go." Seeing this, Yang Jian did not linger and continued upstairs.

Ning Rongrong followed him, silently weighing her situation.

The Sheepskin Paper said I would die in three days. Now I only have two days left...

Will we be trapped here?

The information the Sheepskin Paper had provided was full of gaps and puzzling details. Ning Rongrong could not make sense of its logic at all.

The journey was unusually peaceful. They encountered nothing supernatural, as though this were merely an ordinary abandoned hotel.

Until they reached the Fourth Floor.

The moment they stepped into the Fourth Floor corridor, their surroundings changed.

The walls became old and mottled, and the chill in the air intensified exponentially.

This was a special place haunted by supernatural forces!

"Is what I'm looking for here?" Yang Jian's gaze flickered.

As soon as he entered, the Ghost Eye on Yang Jian's forehead began swiveling uncontrollably, as though something had intensely provoked it.

Ning Rongrong's skin also began to twist!