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Chapter 903 A formidable enemy ahead, pursuers behind! (Seeking monthly votes)

Under the blood moon, the abandoned library, entangled in withered vines, resembled a dilapidated ruin, utterly desolate.

The howling night wind whipped up dust from the ground, swirling it around, as the twelve dark figures, in pairs, silently surrounded the abandoned library from all directions.

They came in all shapes and sizes, including fat people, thin people, children, men, and women, but what they all had in common was their imposing presence.

Moreover, they seemed confident about tonight's operation, exuding an air of masterful composure and ease.
Clearly, this was a powerful expert from the God King realm, specially summoned by Ghost Face.

Upon arriving at the perimeter of the abandoned library, a tall, burly man with a face full of scars said to a little boy with a ponytail beside him, "Ghost Face is being a bit too cautious."

"Just to capture an ordinary god-king, they've managed to gather all 12 of us together."

Hearing the fat man's words, the little boy said with a grin, "This mission caught His Highness's eye and attracted his attention. He was worried about something going wrong, so he did everything perfectly, which is understandable."

"Hopefully, tonight's opponent will be interesting enough for me to have some fun and enjoy myself."

"Otherwise, it wouldn't be fun."

Upon hearing his words, the fat man grabbed a handful of nuts from his pocket with his large, fan-like hand, threw them directly into his mouth, and began to crunch them loudly.

As he chewed, he muttered, "Pervert."

As they spoke, the two stepped into the abandoned library through the main entrance, and the other experts from the other directions did the same, some entering through side doors, some through windows, and some from the rooftop.
Like ghosts lurking in the shadows, they silently sealed off all escape routes from the building.
at the same time.

The rooftop of the abandoned library.

Zeki's gaze, like two beams of cold moonlight, fell upon the black cloth box presented by the Shadow Division member.

She didn't move or speak, as if she hadn't heard what the Shadow Member said.

Upon seeing Zehime's state, the Shadow Member also keenly sensed that something was amiss.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing became somewhat rapid. Even his arms, which were holding the box high, began to tremble slightly. It was unclear whether this was due to nervousness or fatigue from maintaining the same posture for so long.

When he realized that Zeki really didn't want to take the box from his hand, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

So, in a hoarse voice, he tentatively called out, "Your Excellency, Special Envoy?"

Upon hearing his words, Zhao Ji, standing in front of him wearing a silver mask, gave a cool "hmm".

The Shadow Division member looked at her and said with a smirk, "The box."

Upon hearing his reminder again, Zhao Ji finally took action.

But instead of reaching out to take the box, she suddenly took a step forward.

step.

With just one step, a net-like treasure that flew out from the shadows behind her missed its target!

"what?"

In that instant, a soft "Eh" sounded behind her, and then a member of the Shadow Division wearing a ghost mask appeared not far behind her.

It was none other than the Ghost Face God King.

Emerging from the shadows outside the wall, the Ghost-Faced God King stood in the dark red moonlight. His exaggerated mask reflected an eerie light, and his eyes, peeking out from beneath it, were filled with curiosity and astonishment.

He looked at Zhao Ji, then exclaimed, "I didn't expect you to be able to sense it in advance?"

"They've got some skills."

Upon hearing Ghost Face God King's words, Zhao Ji's eyes were like a deep well, calm and still. She turned around, looked at Ghost Face God King, and said in a cold voice, "It's because your trap is too clumsy."

The Ghost-Faced God King was clearly buying time for the other eleven experts, so upon hearing Zhao Ji's words, he chuckled twice and then spoke.
"Since it's so bad, why didn't you realize it until the very last moment?"

"Instead of fleeing beforehand?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ji stared at the Ghost Face God King with her cold eyes, and then said calmly, "Because you are too weak. Even if you use traps, you cannot pose a threat to me."

"So, I don't need to run away at all."

Upon hearing Zhao Ji's words, the Ghost-Faced God King couldn't help but chuckle.

He felt that the person in front of him was really good at showing off. He himself was already a guardian god king, belonging to that small group of people standing at the pinnacle of the world.

There aren't many god-kings who can reliably defeat themselves through the six major methods.

Moreover, she had laid a trap for this person tonight, sending out 12 level-four or higher God Kings at once, yet the other party claimed they posed no threat to her.

Could it be that the opponent's strength is comparable to that of a high-level God-King?
Thinking this, Ghost Face couldn't help but want to laugh even more.

However, having been in charge of the Shadow Division for many years, he had already developed a strong sense of self-control.

So even though he had a million complaints in his mind, he still didn't say them.

He simply smiled at Zhao Ji and said, "It's too early to talk about whether this trap can threaten you."

"I hope that you can still be this confident after this is all over."

Upon hearing Ghost Face God King's words, Zhao Ji gave him a cold look and then said, "Aren't you just waiting for your 11 hidden companions to surround you?"

"Their presence was like a candle flame in the dark, clearly visible."

"It's completely useless."

If Zhao Ji's sharp words just now only made the Ghost Face God King chuckle in disbelief...

Now that Zhao Ji has clearly revealed her first trump card, the Ghost Face God King's heart tightened slightly.

The fact that the opponent remained so calm even after discovering his twelve god-kings suggests he possessed powerful trump cards and reliance.

Could this special envoy, "Qiu Tu," have become this powerful?

Although Ghost Face had discussed Qiu Tu's strength with the Mad War God King a few days ago and thought that this kid should not be underestimated, after actually fighting Qiu Tu head-on, he still felt a lot of unease inexplicably.

What exactly is Qiu Tu hiding, and what are his trump cards?

Just then, as Guilian was in shock, Zhaoji spoke again.

She gave the Ghost Face God King a deep look, then said, "However, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you off the hook for now."

"You must remember to be grateful."

After speaking, Zhao Ji raised her hand, turning her finger into a sword, and gently slashed in front of her. The next second, a terrifying spatial rift appeared in front of her.

Upon seeing this, the Ghost-Faced God King was taken aback for a moment, then quickly shouted, "Trying to run! Where do you think you're going!"

As he spoke, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body. Then, with a wave of his hand, countless sharp needles shot towards Zhao Ji like a rain of pear blossoms, blocking her retreat!
But upon seeing this, Zhao Ji's eyes didn't even change. She glanced coldly at the Ghost Face God King, then her figure twisted strangely in mid-air, managing to avoid the Ghost Face God King's barrage of needles. Then, like a weightless feathered cat, she silently entered the spatial rift!
The next second, the spatial rift closed, and Zhao Ji was no longer there!

As Zhao Ji left, the other 11 God Kings also arrived at the top floor one after another and joined up with the Ghost Face God King.

Seeing that Zhao Ji left so easily, their expressions varied, but overall, most were annoyed and angry.

The fat man and the little boy who came in through the main gate just now attacked the Ghost Face God King without hesitation.

The fat man reached in again, grabbed a handful of nuts, and popped them into his mouth. Then he mumbled, "Grimace! What are you doing?"

"We clearly agreed to attack together after completely sealing off the space. Why did you act prematurely and alert her?"

"What should we do now?"

Upon hearing the fat man's words, the eyes revealed beneath the mask of the Ghost Face God King were filled with amusement.

He said slowly and deliberately, "Don't take any chances. The enemy is very strong, and their perception range is also very wide."

"She spotted us as soon as we arrived at the abandoned library."

"They're deliberately dragging their feet, just to play us for a fool."

"However, this also proves that she doesn't have many trump cards up her sleeve."

"She just said that we can't pose a threat to her."

"But they don't even dare to confront us head-on. They are clearly all bark and no bite, all bluster and no bite."

"That actually puts my mind at ease."

At this point, Ghost Face glanced at the god-kings of varying heights and builds standing before him, and began to speak.
"As for your concerns about her escaping, there's no need to worry."

He seemed completely unconcerned about Zehime's escape, exuding the composure and confidence of a leader of the "Shadow Division".

Seeing his expression, the little boy scratched his head and asked, "What? You have a backup plan?"

Hearing the little boy's words, the ghost face seemed to chuckle involuntarily.

He said, "King Zinan, you don't think that I went to so much trouble to set up this trap without considering the possibility of her escaping, do you?"

He slowly took out a palm-sized compass from his pocket.

The compass was made of an unknown material, its entire surface a chilling bone white, engraved with eerie blood-red runes. The pointer in the center was a thin bone that appeared to be solidified from golden blood.

"This is a 'treasure' bestowed upon me by His Majesty specifically for this operation; it's called the 'World Compass.'"

The ghost-faced man lightly stroked the compass with his fingertips, a hint of smugness in his voice.
"As long as we can detect even the slightest trace of the target's aura, even if they escape to the ends of the earth, as long as they haven't left this world, we can pinpoint their location precisely and teleport them directly to their side."

He paused, his gaze passing through the mask to the fat god-king who had spoken earlier, and said, "The reason I acted ahead of time was because I felt that the other party was behaving strangely and might try to escape, so I came out to lock onto her aura."

"She thought I was stalling for time, waiting for you to surround me. But she didn't know that I wasn't actually waiting for you to surround me from the beginning, but rather to lock onto her."

"Moreover, even if the opponent is weak, he is still a level three or four God King. If we push him to the limit and he has some trump card to use as a last resort, we may also get injured."

"So, tonight we might as well play a cat-and-mouse game. We'll wear down her morale, and then kill her calmly."

Upon hearing Ghost Face God King's words, the other 11 God Kings present exchanged glances, and then a cruel, eager look appeared on their faces.

"What are you waiting for!"

The little boy, his eyes bloodshot, said, "Let the game begin!"

Upon hearing the little boy's words, the Ghost-Faced God King smiled and dripped a drop of his own blood essence onto the "Thousand-Mile Soul-Locking Plate".

next second.

"Om-"

The compass emitted a soft hum, and then shone brightly with golden light. The golden bone pointer spun wildly, finally snapping shut on the east—the location of the world passage.

A crimson ray of light shot out from the compass, like an invisible thread connecting the distant horizon.

"Locked up." Ghost Face sneered. "She thinks she can escape through the world portal? How naive."

"Lord Berserker is still guarding there!"

As he spoke, he tapped the compass again. Instantly, the "Thousand-Mile Soul-Locking Compass" floated up, its blood-red light enveloping him and the eleven God Kings.

The next second, space violently distorted, like a painting being kneaded by an invisible hand. Everyone vanished from their spots.

……

Destroy the royal court, at the world passage.

The passage to the outside world is like a huge, swirling vortex of starlight, radiating a chilling spatial fluctuation.

Under the crimson moonlight, a black figure stood quietly in the open space in front of the passage, the night wind blowing her clothes, making them flutter.

It was none other than Lady Zhao.

Before the passage stood a colossal giant, as tall as an iron tower, his entire body shrouded in heavy black armor. Each step he took produced a dull thud, like a ferocious beast from ancient times.

It was clearly the Berserker God King who had been waiting for so long!
Just as the two were facing off, suddenly, the space behind Zhao Ji rippled violently, twisting and tearing.

The ghost face and the 11 god kings appeared out of thin air.

"I heard you think we pose no threat to you?" The Berserker God King, as imposing as an iron tower, stretched his limbs, making crackling sounds.

He looked at Zhao Ji with a savage glint in his eyes, "I'd like to see just how strong you are to dare say such things!"

Behind Zhao Ji, the Ghost-Faced God King laughed and said, "God King Qiu Tu, I admit you are strong and intelligent. Unfortunately for you, you've met me. In this Destroying Royal Court, on our 'Shadow Tribe's' territory, your fate was already sealed."

The world passage rotated, emitting a faint glow, like the maw of a giant beast ready to devour its prey.

There are formidable enemies ahead and no way to retreat behind.

This is a desperate situation.

However, Zhao Ji did not respond to their mockery.

She simply raised her right hand slowly, very slowly.

In the darkness of night, a long sword appeared silently in her hand.

The sword, long and narrow, remained unsheathed, yet an extremely sharp sword intent surged skyward, stirring the wind and clouds.
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