Chapter 152: The Source of Twisted Spirits

Shhh-shhh-shhh—

Several small 【Twisted Spirits】 raced through the ruins at incredible speed.

They occasionally collided with fallen stone pillars.

Each impact instantly punched a large hole through them.

Their speed didn't slow at all.

This proved their lethality.

They now sensed six active targets nearby.

The living flesh flowing within these targets was the perfect nourishment for these corrupted and twisted spirits.

Yet when she arrived at the hospital, she realized the others' fear wasn't unfounded; after the ambulance stopped, the doctors and nurses refused to listen to her explanations, frantically pushing her to pay first and watching her like a thief afraid she'd flee.

Zhu Yu Xin was stunned—after all, she had vaguely guessed Ye Tianhui's intended method, but that technique had been lost to the Spirit Clan for ages, mentioned only in ancient texts.

Ni Luo spoke seriously, and Ye Tianhui nodded; it was cruel, yes, but in times of crisis, extreme measures were understandable.

At that moment, Jiang Yejin found her and hesitantly requested an advance on several months' salary.

Murong Yinyin sneered, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes; Han Yingxue had not only stolen her Ling Ge, but also defied her—she would never let her go unpunished.

"Ow!" he cried out upon recognizing the person before him, but the cloth stuffed in his mouth muffled his voice.

Huiye said nothing, silent as ever; her troops had already arrived, crowding the mountain path and filling the courtyard of her estate on this side.

Though the Jade Prince's House played an indispensable role, what of the Empress before us? Hadn't she, too, been fanning the flames all along to pave the way for the former Crown Prince—the very Su Jingrui whom he and Yun Xiyuan had toppled?

Watching the anxious expressions and disappointed sighs of the crowd, she remained silent throughout.

Qian Yin had already been in the Void for… several years? Even though only a few days had passed on their side?

"No good, no good… You know I'm obsessed with your beauty, not power at all. Why give me an emperor's throne?" Fei Ni whispered close to his face, frustrated.

She swung her sword toward Fei Ni—she would kill Fei Ni! Only by killing Fei Ni could she securely become Yun Lizhe's wife.

He finally understood: speaking like this clearly achieved nothing—you only asked how to handle things, unwilling to consider how I could possibly play along with him in all this. I'm utterly baffled by your thoughts; I find it utterly unbelievable. I hope you'll think carefully before speaking or acting.

The auction hall was located beneath the Tian Sheng Guild, lit brilliantly, exquisitely decorated, and extravagantly lavish.

These powerful figures, whom Catherine had always known well, now bore grotesque faces and surged toward her with murderous intent.

Yet the more intense this became, the higher the attention on the Twelve Sects Joint Examination—perfect for the Profound Heaven Sect.

Pian Dui stamped his foot and roared: "Stop! What are you doing?" Then he stepped between the two.

"I know it's sudden… but…" Mu Ze saw Lin Xiao's expression and understood; after all, this matter had nothing to do with Lin Xiao.

Some people still waiting in line, who hadn't bought yet, heard those who had bought muttering about the Heaven King List—suddenly, their eyes widened, they pinched themselves, wondering if they'd misheard, if they were hallucinating.

Ran Qingluo bent down, covered her nose, and examined the dead insects; the blood on the ground had hardened, and nearly all the insects had exploded abdomens, their soft tissues dried up—clearly dead for at least two days.

Still, Su Luo had full confidence in her medical skills; if all else failed, she'd use the Miao Ying Divine Needles—surely, saving the Empress Dowager's life would be no problem.