Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious.

"Don't stand opposite me, stand next to me."

As soon as Ye Qiu finished speaking, he used his right hand to pull Bibi Dong over.

"what!"

Bibi Dong gasped, her delicate body swaying forward like a wave, staggering two steps before finally standing firm beside Ye Qiu, looking at him with a hint of resentment.

However, when her gaze passed through Ye Qiu and fell upon the scenery on his other side, Bibi Dong's pupils contracted rapidly, revealing a deep shock and even a hint of stunned silence.

Ye Qiu's powerful mental strength swept across the entire Sunset Forest with a single glance, quickly locking onto the ghost's location. With the enhancement of his half-step Rinnegan, his mastery of the soul skill Divine Might was unparalleled. Teleportation was effortless for him; the instant his mental strength locked onto the ghost, Ye Qiu instantly moved with him and Bibi Dong to that location.

Including Chrysanthemum Pass, which fell at their feet.

As Ye Qiu's figure slowly faded away, his brows and eyes, hidden beneath his black stockings, furrowed slightly.

There seems to be something unusual within his divine power space?

Could it be that the Asura God's divine will is about to give way to the spacetime wormhole?

But he hasn't done anything yet!
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"Um?!"

Hidden beneath a black robe, making it impossible to discern his face or figure, the Cardinal of the Spirit Hall suddenly stopped moving about.

A figure as black as ink emerged from the shadows beneath the tree roots.

Like Chrysanthemum Pass.

The Ghost is still a level 89 Soul Douluo powerhouse.

at this time,

The ghost's pale face was filled with solemnity and vigilance. He had died once, which was why his martial spirit had mutated into a ghost that haunted the dead. It was precisely because of this that his perception of danger was exceptionally sharp.

Just like now, Ghost could clearly feel that he seemed to be locked onto by a terrifying presence.

There's no escaping it, nowhere to hide!
hum!
Beneath the ghost's feet, eight spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and four black—slowly unfolded.

The shadow behind him merged into his body.
The flesh beneath the ghostly black robe continuously emitted wisps of black death energy, making the person exist between reality and illusion.

"Who is it?" A ghostly, hoarse voice echoed through the dark jungle.

But no one answered him.

"..."

Ghostly figured out quite a few things.

Could Chrysanthemum's disappearance be related to the strange phenomenon in the center of Sunset Forest? Or perhaps, Chrysanthemum fought a great battle with some being and has already been defeated.

"..."

While the ghost was lost in thought.

A hundred meters away from him, in an open space that he perceived as still deserted.

Several figures suddenly appeared.

just,

The ghostly perception could not penetrate the mirage woven by Ye Qiu's mental power.

Within Ye Qiu's mental barrier.

Even sound cannot be transmitted outwards.

"Where am I?!"

Bibi Dong held Ye Qiu's hand, looking at Ye Qiu's profile, and then at the somewhat unfamiliar surroundings behind Ye Qiu's handsome profile.

He immediately began looking around to examine the surroundings.

The surroundings were no longer the devastated place ravaged by the Ironclad Bear, but another unfamiliar forest, much darker than the previous place, clearly closer to the center of Sunset Forest.

"Don't be nervous, this is just a little trick of mine."

Ye Qiu turned to look at Bibi Dong and smiled. (End of Chapter)