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Chapter 112: The Boy Band Gathers, A Massive Battleground
The next instant, the swarm of insects exploded one after another, as if crushed by an invisible hand.

Clumps of foul-smelling green slurry burst open, the viscous liquid falling to the ground and corroding into hissing, scorched pits. The nine-star pattern on his forehead shone brightly, and the purple star power flowed, carrying a silent killing intent in the rain.

A cold laugh escaped the lips of the Undying Marquis. Suddenly, he touched the ground with his toes and leaped back several meters. His trailing black hair drew a sharp arc in the downpour, and he let out a half-sounding, eerie shriek.

In an instant, thousands of poisonous insects flapped their wings and burst into flight, forming a vast, venomous net that blotted out the sky.

Thick vines rose from the ground, sweeping away the swarm of insects with overwhelming force!

The two forces collided, causing the earth to shake and the ground to tremble, creating undulating waves.

Fuying pulled Ni, flicked his finger, and golden flames flew out from his fingertip!

A tiny cluster, upon touching the swarm of insects, is as if plunged into a pot of boiling oil.

"boom--"

The flames surged across the sky, and the swarm of insects seemed to have encountered their natural enemy, emitting a heart-wrenching "squeak" sound. They twisted into charred remains in the fire and fell rapidly, a scene both tragic and terrifying.

The Undying Marquis stood quietly in the distance, his seven-colored glass-like eyes gazing at everything with a cold and icy look.

He parted his lips slightly and said calmly, "The Beast God is blind, bestowing such powerful witchcraft upon someone like you."

Fuying gripped Ni's wrist tightly, gazing at the Nightless Lord from afar amidst the surging sea of ​​fire.

She suddenly chuckled: "Don't you want to know why I became a witch after you died?"

The Marquis of Nevernight curled his lips into a mocking smile, utterly disdainful of speaking to Fuying.

A series of eerie shrieks escaped from his lips, the sound waves vibrating. The swarm of insects struggling in the sea of ​​fire seemed to be reborn, their tough shells filled with blood mist, and they swarmed towards Fuying like madmen.

Fuying's eyes also turned cold, and his fingers tightened inch by inch.

In an instant, frost surged and condensed in her palm, forming a long frost whip. The whip was wrapped in piercing mist, which seemed to freeze even the rising flames.

"I originally wanted to catch up with you, but I didn't expect you to be so heartless."

Her red lips curved into a vibrant smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, and her voice was tinged with coldness.

With a flick of his wrist, Fuying seemed about to tear apart the scorching flames.

Just then, a fleeting silver-white blur flashed past her eyes.

His silky silver hair billowed like a waterfall in the heat, and his tall figure shielded her completely behind him. Thick, inky black mist surged from his palm, pointing directly at the overwhelming swarm of insects.

Wherever the black mist passed, even the flames were completely swallowed up.

The buzzing of the swarm's wings instantly transformed into a mournful shriek, as they plunged one after another into the darkness.

In a mere instant, the black mist tore a rift in the void from within the swarm of insects.

"Aying, are you alright?" Bai Cang asked without turning around, his tender voice filled with deep concern.

“You…” Fu Ying blinked, her long eyelashes trembling slightly: “How did you get here?”

Bai Cang maintained his defensive stance, but a faint smile escaped his throat: "My mistress has made such a commotion, how could I dare not come?"

Fu Ying snapped out of her daze and looked around: "Where's Tuanzi?"

"Wow—"

The rain curtain was suddenly torn apart by a dark shadow, and the pterosaur's huge bone wings swooped down!

"Aying—"

Fu Ying suddenly turned around and saw Teng take advantage of the momentum to leap down from the pterosaur's back.

He held a swaddled baby tightly in his arms, completely shielding the baby from the falling rain.

When he looked up and met Fuying's gaze, his green vertical pupils, which were always filled with hostility, suddenly softened, and the endless hostility between his brows and eyes receded like a tide, as if even the torrential rain had become gentle.

"Aying!" Teng rushed forward, carrying Tuanzi, his eyes filled with anxiety as he looked her up and down, examining her carefully. A suppressed pain surged in his dark green eyes: "The backlash from breaking the contract..." He gripped her wrist with one hand, but dared not exert any force, his voice hoarse: "You promised me you would come back..."

Fu Ying's expression softened slightly, a rare occurrence for her: "It was my fault, I made you all worry."

Teng's breath hitched, and he shook his head. Seeing Fuying's gaze fall on the swaddling clothes, he carefully lifted a corner of the cloth.

The pink and tender little dumpling was fast asleep, sucking on a finger, protected from even a speck of rain.

“You’ve grown up.” Fu Ying’s fingertips hovered over Tuanzi’s cheek, but she didn’t reach out to touch her.

The growth pattern of cubs on the Beastman Continent is different from that of ordinary people. In just a few days, they are no longer the fluffy balls they once were. Their outlines are beginning to emerge, and even without opening their eyes, one can see that they look very much like their father.

Just then, hesitant footsteps suddenly came from the rain, stopping abruptly a few steps away.

As Fuying turned around, he met a pair of cool, gray-brown eyes through the misty rain.

The torrential rain blurred Qinglan's outline, but it couldn't hide the turbulent emotions in his eyes.

Those usually cool and aloof gray-brown eyes were now fixed on her, as if they couldn't get enough of looking at her. A red flush appeared around her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were still damp, whether from rain or something else, she couldn't tell.

The most striking feature was the bruise on his cheekbone. The mottled purplish-blue color looked particularly ferocious on his usually aloof and cold face. The once cold and proud orc now resembled an abandoned cub, even his breathing was trembling with caution, which was heartbreaking.

Fu Ying glanced at it once and then looked away, taking the dumpling from Teng's hand.

She wondered to herself, what day is it today? The male lead has suddenly gathered five of them.

Before his thoughts had settled, the pterosaur folded its bone wings and landed on the ground, transforming into human form in the rain. He shook his wet hair, splashing water droplets, and his carefree and unrestrained demeanor was none other than the starry sky.

At the same time, a soft snapping sound came from the woods.

Another tall, slender figure emerged slowly through the puddles. His scarlet eyes lingered on Fuying for a moment, churning with indescribable emotions, before he silently looked away.

Mo Yan looked at the Nightless Marquis with a solemn expression.

The ground was teeming with insects, and the air was thick with a suffocating sense of oppression, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.

Fu Ying raised a slight brow at the corner of her narrow eye, thinking to herself, "This scene is really something!"

If the atmosphere weren't so awkward, she would have whistled and clapped, making it so lively!
"Heh, it's quite a lively scene." The Nightless Marquis's seven-colored glass-like eyes gleamed with an eerie cold light, scraping across their faces like blades.

He curled his lips into a sneer, his violent voice dripping with sarcasm: "Have you all been controlled by Fu Ying's witchcraft? Have you all forgotten how she treated you back then?"

"Bai Cang, you're still alive? That's a pleasant surprise, but... was the pain of being skinned not enough for you? Or did the cold wind on Thorn Cliff fail to wake you?"

"Teng, even if the beast crystal is restored, can those days of being trampled into the mud really be forgotten so easily?"

"Qinglan..." Lord Buye suddenly chuckled, the firelight reflecting his mocking eyes: "Weren't you high and mighty, disdainful of even giving Fuying a glance? It's not like you to be chasing after me so eagerly."

"However... your eyes remind me of something."

"When your people died from the plague, did they also look at you with such earnest longing?"

Kill people and kill your heart.

The voice of the Undying Marquis was like poison, each word piercing precisely into the bleeding wounds of everyone present.

He suddenly bent over and chuckled, his laughter filled with manic pleasure.

Immediately afterwards, the gaze of the Nightless Marquis swept over the starry sky and Mo Yan, then turned to look at Ni.

"Luo Heng, did you see it clearly?"

"She is such a fickle and insatiable wicked female."

"Join me and kill them all!"

(End of this chapter)