Chapter 229: ENTRY! THE ULTIMATE SPIRIT-WASHING POOL! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The Spirit-Washing Pool platform.

"Shhh-shhh-shhh!"

With a flash of golden teleportation light, three figures appeared before the crowd.

The people on the platform froze for a moment, then burst into cheers.

"Here they are, here they are, hahaha!"

"Finally! I was about to die of boredom!"

"…"

The noise in the crowd even made Lin Mo and the others pause.

What's going on?

Lin Mo

"Something's off—this isn't a natural storm; someone is deliberately sabotaging our mission," Zhou Cheng said with a strange expression. He'd sensed something wrong earlier but detected no dark elf energy fluctuations, so he kept quiet.

The fish-man's body was stiff, like a puppet controlled by strings, but stiffness didn't mean slowness—his trident moved at full speed, and within three breaths, another wound appeared on Ao Li's body.

Lina knew it was over. She had seen her master fight before—such power could kill her effortlessly, let alone these kin of hers, who, except for their father, were even weaker than she was.

The next moment, a massive, ancient-looking warship slowly rose from the water; even just its bow section filled the entire harbor space the Harbor Queen had vacated.

Why wasn't she the one who killed the boss? It was Wu Ming. That gave Wu Ming all the spotlight, even making her sister start siding with outsiders. She felt the team's captain had quietly shifted from her to Wu Ming—it was unbearable.

"Pick up your two fallen teeth and leave. Get to the infirmary now—you still have time to reimplant them." The Silver King waved his hand, signaling Ma Kai to depart.

Even if he wasn't afraid of corpse poison, Zhang Cheng couldn't possibly kill that many Purple-Skin King Worms in a short time, even if he acted himself.

"Ah Feng, did someone drag you into the ocean and soak your brain? I already told you—leave enemy intel to me. You just focus on fighting. Telling you too much upfront only confuses you," Chen Fei muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Fairy Sprite, use Tunneling." Tianyao Star Lord spoke to his Fairy Sprite.

But at that moment, an anomaly erupted—the deep-sea puff's aircraft, already flipped onto the sea surface, flashed a glimmer of red in its horrifying eyes.

For a long time afterward, the villagers talked endlessly about how deeply in love the two were, how perfect their bond was.

If these villagers weren't all brainless, they should have been able to see what was really going on.

"Interesting. Looks like I need to take on a challenge," Tian Shuangquan murmured, smiling as he lifted his cup and drained it in one gulp.

"The Moonlight Sect!" Shui Yuntian's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze growing distant, as if recalling long-buried memories.

"Their energy is drained…" Some martial artists watched the two figures frozen in midair, their eyes flickering as they whispered.

The crowd moved forward; each person took a few cards, and one man stood out clearly—skinny, thin eyebrows, triangular eyes, thin lips, large ears, and a large mole beneath his mouth.

She always came home cheerful every day—what's wrong today? Did she argue with Ni Lingge?

"Haha, no more talking—let's keep going! This time I'm trying a new position!" Sun Zhuo excitedly pulled her onto the field.

"Your skin's broken—it might sting when I apply the medicine. Hold on," Luo Mo unscrewed the iodine cap, dipped a cotton swab in the solution, and dabbed it onto Liang Nuannuan's forehead.

Beforehand, experts and fans had made predictions—most still favored the Magic, since the Cavaliers had lost to them before. James had won only one game against Sun Zhuo in his entire career; for the Cavaliers to win back fan confidence, they had to deliver results.