Chapter 775: Ice God: How Daring! Which Woman?!

"No, I'm not wrong—I didn't do anything wrong! In the end, I'm going to overthrow Heavenly Law anyway; whether sooner or later makes no difference."

"I only allied with the Abyss because Morax and Mu Ling Xianjun forced me—yes, it's all their fault!"

What the Ice God did not notice was that the black mist swirling around him grew denser and denser…

"Damn it, what can I possibly do in three days? That big trump card just vanished!"

The Lord of the Abyss kept pondering what he could accomplish in these three days; after long thought, he arrived at only one answer.

"Hmm… there's no way."

The Lord of the Abyss's face twisted into a grimace.

"If all else fails, I'll just forcibly control that woman!"

Ice God: How dare you! Which woman?! I am the mighty Ice God!

The Lord of the Abyss glanced toward Liyue 583 and let out a long sigh.

What could he do? He couldn't defeat Mu Ling Xianjun—this anger had to be swallowed, nothing else.

On a mountaintop somewhere in Liyue.

A figure sat cross-legged atop the peak.

His gaze fell directly upon the battlefield between the two nations.

Jiang Yan still felt uneasy; the black mist was too strange for others—if he hadn't unlocked the Twelve Talismans, he might have been infected too.

Especially after his journey beyond the Dark Sea, the overwhelming corruption had frightened Jiang Yan.

So he occasionally came here to check, ensuring the Lord of the Abyss's black mist wouldn't become as contagious as that of the Dark Sea.

Liu Yun and Lady Guizhong kept watch over the production of mechanical munitions, ensuring no shortages.

Yecha was trading blows with the Executioners—oh right, the later ones.

Now, the only ones mostly idle were himself, Morax, and a few other Immortals.

He raised a teacup resting beside him.

He drained it in one gulp.

"Mmm! This tea… heh, I'll go ask Morax for some more later."

He'd already paid that old brat so much; just asking for some tea leaves—was that unreasonable? Of course not.

Watching the two nations continue to fight, Jiang Yan suddenly wondered: if the black mist didn't belong to any one side, why was its contagion so fierce in the Dark Sea, yet so weak in the Lord of the Abyss's version?

"Pfft, you're pathetic yourself, and your black mist is pathetic too."

The poor Lord of the Abyss was unknowingly insulted again.

Lord of the Abyss: If I'm cursed for my countless sins, I accept it—but you mocking me? I won't tolerate that.

Three days passed quickly.

Jiang Yan, after days of investigation, found no signs of the black mist spreading, and felt somewhat relieved.