Chapter 181: Breaking the Seal!

Liu Suifeng watched Feihuang depart, then slowly stood up after about half a minute.

"... Wrong!"

Suddenly, as Liu Suifeng stepped forward to leave, his eyes narrowed: "Why did he let me go?"

Even if their relationship was decent, Feihuang's act of seizing the hunting robe was tantamount to tearing apart their bond, trampling past affection into dust.

Under these circumstances, why would Feihuang let Liu Suifeng go?

Liu Suifeng was no saint; given the chance, he would surely retaliate.

Clearly, killing him in this mission, eliminating all danger at its root, would be the best choice.

Liu Suifeng knew Feihuang was proud, but letting him go could no longer be explained merely by pride.

"He's at the end of his rope! He's pretending!" Liu Suifeng closed his eyes, then opened them again—this was the only possibility!

Otherwise, there was no way to explain why Feihuang let him go.

"He almost had me fooled!"

Liu Suifeng rushed forward without hesitation, chasing the direction Feihuang had taken—what he had lost, he would reclaim immediately!

After the two disappeared behind the shrine, some movement came from the dry well.

With a suppressed groan of pain, two hands gripped the edge of the dry well.

An'an climbed out of the well mouth with great difficulty.

"Are you alright?" After climbing out, An'an turned to look at the dry well; inside was a mass of darkness, and Chu Zhongtian was nowhere to be seen.

"I'm... fine." Chu Zhongtian replied with difficulty; he had originally wanted to say: "You're so heavy, it feels like my shoulder blades are about to break."

But after thinking it over, life is like a play—one needs acting skills to live better.

Indeed, choosing to swallow the two dangerous words "so heavy" and replace them with "I'm fine."

Men sometimes have to endure humiliation and bear burdens.

After Feihuang formed seals to open the "passage," the two returned to the "original city" even faster than Feihuang and his group.

Because the dry well was over five meters, nearly six meters high, the originally tied rope had "disappeared," so they had to go through considerable effort before An'an could step on Chu Zhongtian's shoulder and jump up to climb out.

"Let's look around; there should be rope nearby." Chu Zhongtian said.

The sealed land is a "mirror space" of the outside world; we should be able to find the rope he used.

"Found it, come out first." An'an found the rope and lowered it, pulling Chu Zhongtian out as well.

"Did those two guys leave?" Chu Zhongtian surveyed his surroundings; he had overheard the conversation between Feihuang and Liu Suifeng earlier, "Was it internal conflict?"

"Probably." An'an said, "Let's go check; the two of them don't seem to be in good shape either."

Chu Zhongtian nodded.

On the other side, Liu Suifeng quickened his pace and successfully caught up to Feihuang on the road at the mountain's base.

"Stop!" Liu Suifeng held a black, dagger-like dark weapon about the thickness of a middle finger, sharp at both ends, and shouted fiercely at Feihuang.

Feihuang halted his steps, turned his head, and smiled: "Long time no see, Old Liu—we really are fated to meet."

"Hah, I feel the same way—return the hunting robe to me, and we'll go our separate ways. We don't need to fight anymore; if we die in this mission, we'll have nothing." Liu Suifeng said.

This survival mission still has half its time left—fifteen full days—who knows what life-or-death crises we might still encounter.

Both of us are now in seriously injured condition; if we fight again, we'll likely die in this mission.

"What are you saying?" Feihuang smiled, "I completely don't understand."

"Looks like you really don't intend to live?" Liu Suifeng's face turned ferocious, "You think I wouldn't dare to die with you?"

"Hehe." Feihuang wore a faint smile, that lofty, condescending smile of someone who thinks you're too stupid to bother with.

"You'll regret it!" Liu Suifeng roared, the dark weapon in his hand already vanished, as he lunged straight at Feihuang's face.

Feihuang gently reached out, grabbed in front of him, and the black dark weapon fell into his hand.

"Not bad, not bad." Feihuang laughed, then flicked his finger.

Liu Suifeng's body violently lurched to the left, a wound appeared on his cheek, and blood slowly seeped out.

"I recall, your dark weapon seemed to be poisoned?" Feihuang said with a smile.

Without him saying, Liu Suifeng's cheek already felt a wave of numbness.

"You—" Liu Suifeng let out a furious roar, "Go die!" His body turned into a blur, his right hand became a blade, his qi surged violently, vowing to die together with Feihuang.

Feihuang stood still, focusing his spirit and waiting calmly for Liu Suifeng's final strike.

But just as the palm strike was about to fall, Liu Suifeng suddenly flicked his right hand, throwing out a handful of dust.

Feihuang was instantly blinded; Liu Suifeng hesitated not at all, brushed past him, without even a bit of extra force from a casual swing, pouring all his internal power into escape.

Just now, seeing Feihuang casually catch his dark weapon.

Liu Suifeng realized he had blundered—the opponent wasn't just recovered, but due to the fate fragment's influence, was growing stronger at an incomprehensible speed.

Abe Seimei's fate fragment—could it really be this terrifying?

"Where are you going?"

Just as Liu Suifeng brushed past Feihuang, he heard Feihuang's voice in his ear; then, his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

When An'an and Chu Zhongtian arrived at this place, they found neither Feihuang nor Liu Suifeng's corpse.

"How's Uncle Li?" Chu Zhongtian asked.

"Still no contact." An'an said, "No one answered the phone—"

Originally, this operation, Li Suibian had also agreed to join, but just now An'an called him, and the other end was no answer.

This proves he was delayed by matters; if we think badly, it might even be an extremely dangerous situation.

A few days of peaceful life don't mean this mission has suddenly become mild.

The "strange things" in the darkness will at any moment reveal their sharp claws and fangs, lunging to slaughter these gods and demons walking among us.

"Trouble's big." Chu Zhongtian's face was extremely solemn.

This plot is basically a sudden reversal—powerful "seniors" trapped in a sealed land, their life or death unknown.

Only we juniors remain to face this extremely dangerous situation.

It's just like in some fantasy works, where to let the protagonist righteously defeat the boss, there's a "senior plot kill"—powerful seniors get injured or trapped for various reasons, constantly gaining negative buffs, weakened, and the unluckiest even die.

Successfully making way for the stage, finally letting the protagonist take down the boss.

A typical example is that martial arts myth who, with one-tenth of his strength, defeats the boss, and with full strength, plays the erhu—Tianjian Wuming.

He's almost always left with low blood in major battles, yet still forces himself to fight on.

From start to finish, one could say only when playing the erhu is his condition truly optimal.

I never expected we'd also face this situation—Chu Chongtian felt no joy at suddenly becoming the "protagonist," only increased pressure.

"Ah!"

The next second, Chu Chongtian let out a terrified roar as sudden blood spurted onto his face.

Turning his head, he saw An'an swing an axe at his own neck, bleeding profusely in a frightening way.

"Who is it! She's been possessed!"

Chu Chongtian was shocked, hadn't even reacted yet, when he saw a soft light flash across An'an's body, her wound nearly healing in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, her previous weakness vanished completely.

"Alright, let's go." An'an's voice sounded full of energy.

"Light therapy?" Chu Chongtian asked.

"Mm." An'an nodded; the light Tang Luo gave her hadn't been "used" yet, and her earlier injury wasn't enough to trigger it.

So An'an simply swung an axe at herself to trigger the light, restoring her to perfect condition.

"... Big brother! Couldn't you have warned me earlier! I almost got a heart attack from you!"

At this moment, Chu Chongtian realized he was absolutely not the protagonist—at most, he was just a complaining sidekick beside the protagonist, a rather useless one.

"I told you I was afraid I couldn't bring myself to do it." An'an said.

"With you like this, is that really the look of someone who can't bring themselves to do it?"

"Let's go, first find Uncle Li, see if we can save the master." An'an said.

……

"The one-hundredth."

Tang Luo held the Cursed House in one hand and grabbed a fierce ghost with the other, pressing it onto the Cursed House.

The shrunken Cursed House's door opened, black mist seeped out like drifting shadows, from which numerous pale hands shot out, forcibly grabbing the fierce ghost and dragging it inside.

Thus, the number of fierce ghosts inside the Cursed House had already exceeded one hundred.

Just looking at it, one could feel a sinister aura spreading, sending chills down the spine.

One could tell at a glance it wasn't some "righteous weapon"—its demonic aura was extremely strong.

Even Master Xuanzang didn't look like a good person anymore.

"Almost done." Tang Luo thought to himself.

The Cursed House's power had greatly increased, temporarily reaching its limit, needing time to slowly digest.

Looking around, wherever his gaze reached, there were only ruins, various broken walls and remnants.

If one looked down from the summit of the Shrine Low Mountain, one would find that nearly half the city had already become such a scene.

"It's about time to go out."

Tang Luo looked up at the "night sky"—this sealed land had always been in darkness.

The way out wasn't told by Feihuang and Liusuifeng, and Tang Luo didn't ask.

He guessed jumping back into the dry well of the low mountain would get him out, or there might be some special method.

But for Tang Luo, it wasn't that complicated.

He lightly exhaled, then lifted his right foot.

This time, he didn't need to worry about equipment damage—he could head toward destroying this sealed land—at least make a breach in that direction.

Fall down!

Terrifying force turned into a visible shockwave spreading out, the surrounding broken walls and remnants instantly turning to powder.

The ground beneath his feet cracked violently, sank, disappeared, revealing what looked like a smooth black mirror surface.

Then, on the mirror surface, numerous cracks appeared, spreading at extreme speed.

The shockwave swept across the entire city, surged into the surrounding black thick fog, and reached the low mountain.

A piercingly tragic cry echoed from the low mountain, a blood-red formation appeared above it, blocked for half a second before turning into endless bloodwater pouring down.

The entire low mountain simultaneously collapsed, revealing a fleeting illusionary face.

The black night sky trembled wildly like glass, shattering piece by piece, revealing the real world outside.

The sealed land, shattered!

Tang Luo appeared beside the dry well: "Huh, where's the dog?" The Tiangou that should have been guarding near the dry well was nowhere to be seen.

What greeted Tang Luo was—

A sharp, piercing whistle came from behind, the sound of air not having time to part, violently rubbing together!

Before the attack arrived, the howling gale it brought had already swept over.

Tang Luo's hair and clothes fluttered loudly in the gale.

Turning around, a massive black beast claw was already within arm's reach!