Chapter 121: The Moonlit Night of Forced Alliance

Bai Nianxuan still held back. Their team needed the corpses of these demon clans to refine their elixirs. Therefore, Bai Nianxuan’s restraint was meant to preserve the bodies intact.

Suddenly, the ground trembled; the canyon was about to collapse.

“This is bad!” Yue Ye’s face turned pale as he spoke.

Leng Xiao and Yue Ye exchanged glances, their panic growing.

“Find a way to get out of here,” Bai Nianxuan ordered.

It was precisely because he understood the severity of the situation that Xiao Baizhu had been exercising great restraint all along.

Gu Lanshan had waited over twenty minutes for a taxi without success. Seeing someone familiar, she got into the car without hesitation or ulterior motives—simply wanting Han Chengchi to give her a ride.

Yao Qingmu kept stepping in the water, head pressed against the ceiling of the chamber, hands searching for support on the stone walls, inadvertently reaching into the channel where water flowed inward.

To recall these details instantly after just waking from unconsciousness was already abnormal, yet this did little to soothe Zi Ning’s mind—because he did not see Li Meng.

Though his love for Yun Yue had always been unrequited, his feelings were pure, honorable, and absolutely not ambiguous.

Over the past three days, Duan Yanfei and Lin Chengyu’s group had made no moves. Whether this was due to Zhang Tiankai’s overcaution or the calm before the storm was unclear, but Li Chen was unconcerned. As long as Zhang Ran was well-guarded, he could let them do as they pleased—preferably causing trouble for An Lisiya.

Early in the morning, Susan and Xiao Baizhu were promptly kicked out of their rooms, forbidden to enter even a single step. Several robots busied themselves tidying everything up, discarding all the items Susan had previously purchased into the trash room.

Gu Lanshan’s face flushed deeper; she bit her lower lip, eyes heavy with sleep, glaring at Sheng Shi.

Yun Yue, giving birth in water inside the tent, was thoroughly exasperated upon hearing their quarrel.

Beneath the clear night sky, Luo Qingyue dismissed Su Lian and lay on the rooftop all night without closing her eyes, pondering a single question: why had she begun to notice every move of Jun Wuxie?

“In a few days it will be my birthday. I’m inviting you to my birthday party,” Yan Manman said, chin raised high, adopting a condescending air.

Several kilometers away, within the forested mountains, a surge of mental energy enveloped Elder Lihua as he dashed through the rain like a streak of lightning, leaving a long white trail behind.

A serious, detached male voice delivered businesslike instructions, completely lacking any seductive tone in front of Linlang.

Back at home, Ye Zi began preparing dinner while An Ran lay across the table working on exam papers. Before night fully fell, both went to bed early.

As the group was about to leave, a horse-drawn carriage suddenly appeared, rushing toward them dangerously close to a collision. Hei Zi and the others glared angrily, while Mo Jia merely glanced at them.

The two seated below; Wu Wanqiong seemed about to speak but inexplicably held back.

“What’s wrong? I’ve noticed your expression has been off since earlier,” Xingxing said, arms crossed, shivering slightly in the cold.

Everyone’s eyes were stung by a blinding light, forcing them to lower their heads and close their eyes to avoid the glare.

Ye Jiarou’s tears flowed freely, though inside she cursed Ye Chu silently—what was she pretending? Everyone knew Chen Xiyuan had dumped her; he had told her that to her face.

Outside, those who saw Jun Ruodian bring out a basin of blood and a blood-stained beast skin became visibly tense. Mudan fainted helplessly, causing chaos among the group.

In reality, the Helar Palace was vast, housing ten angels imprisoned within that immense space. They were trapped by the world’s power, unable to utilize any of the surrounding elemental forces.