Chase Game

In the intricate network of paths within the underground palace, once you take the wrong turn, it will take a lot of effort to find your way back.

Fortunately, the road leading to the abyss was always lit.

Ling Yi and his two companions walked on this road.

As they spent more and more time inside the underground palace, the eerie "scorching sensation" grew stronger and stronger.

However, the essence of this burning sensation is actually an illusion, and Ling Yi has become immune to it with the help of the [White Jade Bracelet].

As for the other two—

Meng Dong had his own ways of solving the problem, and Zhang Qiang benefited from Meng Dong's help, finally no longer having to tough it out like last time.

He was panting heavily when he said, "Brother Mengdong, it's unbearably hot. Give me another blow to cool me down."

Although Zhang Qiang's statement was somewhat ambiguous, that is indeed the case.

"it is good."

Meng Dong responded, and then he rubbed his palms together to create a ball of light that flowed with a pale blue glow.

"Come on, I'm ready!"

Zhang couldn't wait any longer.

Meng Dong nodded, and with a gentle push of his hands, the ball of light slowly floated toward Zhang Qiang, enveloping him completely as it landed on him.

Ling Yi saw that Zhang Qiang inside the sphere of light gradually relaxed, closing his eyes as if he were enjoying a full-body massage.

What he didn't know was that for Zhang Qiang, whose body was burning hot, the cooling effect brought by this pale blue ball of light was much more comfortable than a full-body massage!

After a while, the ball of light gradually dissipated, Zhang Qiang's breathing became steady, and he looked much better.

He laughed and said, "Brother Meng Dong, your skill is really useful!"

Meng Dong smiled politely: "Unfortunately, it only works on myself for a long time."

"Half an hour of operation is enough; it's much more comfortable than enduring it on my own."

"Hehe, that's true."

Ling Yi drank water while listening silently to their conversation.

At the same time, he was also thinking about this "temperature control" skill.

At first, he thought that this skill could only control the temperature of objects at the physical level.

Surprisingly, it also works on the temperature rise caused by the illusion effect.

"I'm afraid it's not just about temperature control, is it?"

Ling Yi looked at Meng Dong and pondered this in his heart.

Of course, he didn't see anything wrong with this kind of behavior of keeping his abilities hidden.

Just like with the Water Ape before, Zhang Qiang didn't tell him either, did he?

Therefore, hiding one's cards has little to do with trust issues.

This is simply a way of taking responsibility for oneself.

Besides, I probably have more stuff hidden than all of them combined, right?

Ling Yi chuckled inwardly, but remained outwardly calm.

Having more cards to play is always a good thing; having one more card means having one more way out.

There's a saying that goes, "Having too many cards is never a burden," and Ling Yi wholeheartedly agrees with this.

Having temporarily suppressed the scorching heat, the three continued their journey.

If all goes well, they will be able to reach the Abyss soon.

As they walked, Zhang Qiang seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "By the way, do you think Wang Yun might be following us?"

Zhang Qiang thought he had discovered a blind spot that Ling Yi and Meng Dong hadn't noticed, and he was looking forward to their expressions of sudden realization.

Of course, he wouldn't mind if someone exclaimed, "My God, no wonder he's Zhang Qiang!"

However, to his surprise, the expected moment of realization did not occur.

On the contrary... it was unusually calm?

He first heard Ling Yi say nonchalantly, "Probably..."

He was still waiting for the rest of the story, only to find that Ling Yi seemed to have only said this one sentence.

Then I heard Meng Dong say, "If they want to come, they can come..."

What?

What does "Come on, come on" mean?

What does this mean?

"Huh? Shouldn't we take some precautions or set a trap or something?"

Ling Yi continued walking, showing no intention of stopping. Without turning his head, he said:

"It's not time for the final battle yet. Although we are three against two, in actual combat, we will probably have a hard time against Wang Yun, who is experienced in combat and at the captain level."

"Not only will it end up being a lose-lose situation, but we also hope that no one will benefit from it."

"Ah, who is the fisherman?"

"You figure out who's in an unknown position; that's the fisherman hiding in the shadows."

Zhang Qiang thought for a moment. Apart from the three of them and Wang Yun and Zhou Jie, there were only two players left.

Zhao Dayou has already been killed, so what about the fisherman...?

Zhang Qiang suddenly realized, "It's Ding Guifang?"

Meng Dong nodded and said calmly, "Wang Yun is a smart man; he wouldn't be unaware of this."

Zhang Qiang was actually a little disappointed; he was really looking forward to a big battle.

He prefers to use his fists rather than his brain.

If one punch isn't enough, then two!

Of course, what Ling Yi and the other two didn't know was that Ding Guifang was also in the underground palace and was plotting to kill Wang Yun.

Now, all Zhou Jie needs to do is lure Wang Yun into the pre-arranged trap, and the matter will be half accomplished.

What was Zhou Jie doing at this moment?

He was pretending to be in excruciating pain.

Ding Guifang naturally considered the issue of the underground palace illusion for him, so she had already taught Zhou Jie a secret technique.

As long as he keeps silently reciting this mantra in his mind, the illusion will not affect him.

Therefore, Zhou Jie needed to pretend that he was still affected at this time.

Wang Yun frowned upon seeing it, his disdain evident in his expression.

"Can you still leave? If not, don't waste time, go back home."

"I... I can still bear with it..."

Zhou Jie forced himself to speak, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

After a while, Wang Yun stopped and turned around to look at Zhou Jie, who was staggering backward, looking on the verge of collapse. He couldn't help but think to himself:

"Looking like this, don't expect me to protect you if a fight breaks out..."

When Zhou Jie got a little closer, he prepared to turn around and leave.

At this moment, Zhou Jie quickly called out to him: "Captain, there is a room in the underground palace that is not affected by the illusion, it is just ahead of this fork in the road."

He looked at Wang Yun apologetically and said, "Captain, I just need to go over there and catch my breath. Could you wait for me a little while?"

Wang Yun's brows were so furrowed they could trap a fly.

Setting aside his instinctive rejection stemming from his aversion to Zhou Jie, he analyzed the situation from a purely rational perspective.

The conclusion was that a delay of a few minutes had little impact.

So he said impatiently, "Go quickly and come back quickly, I'll only wait for you for three minutes."

Zhou Jie chuckled and nodded repeatedly.

He walked down a dark fork in the road where no lights were ever lit.

Wang Yun counted the seconds, looking as if he wouldn't wait for me even if you were my own father, let alone just because you're my teammate.

At this point, he still did not realize that Zhou Jie might betray him.

It's not a matter of trust or distrust, but rather that he has never considered things from that perspective!

Soon, he will pay the price for his negligence.

One hundred and eighty seconds passed in the blink of an eye. Wang Yun did not remind Zhou Jie and walked towards the road where the lights were always on.

At this moment, a cry of alarm came from Zhou Jie on the Dark Avenue:

"Holy crap, Captain, come quick, look what this is!"

Wang Yun stopped and stared at the darkness on the other side with a furrowed brow.

What could it be that you insist on calling him over to see?

What a waste of time...

Thinking this, Wang Yun withdrew his steps from the path of perpetually lit lamps and instead stepped into the darkness.

Zhou Jie, who was in front, kept calling out, "Captain, are you here?"

"Stop shouting, I'm coming. What is it...?"

Before the last "Xi" had even finished, he looked at his left shoulder in utter horror.

The flaming spear of plague pierced his shoulder!

If you don't realize the danger and instinctively try to avoid it, then what will pierce through you is probably your own heart.

In his shock, Wang Yun also felt a surging undercurrent beneath him.

He endured the pain and dodged to the left. Immediately afterward, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground.

That wasn't the end of it. Before he could even get his footing, he scrambled away again.

From the spot where he had been standing, another pillar of fire shot into the sky.

As he frantically dodged and fled, the musket on his left shoulder continued to scorch his flesh, even producing a sizzling aroma.

Wang Yun, as expected of a captain, remained calm and composed in the face of a sneak attack, dodging left and right without inflicting any further injury on himself.

He took out a prop and smashed it on the ground, and a semi-circular light shield immediately enveloped it.

The pillar of fire tried to erupt from below, but it was completely blocked by the light barrier.

After creating a safe environment, Wang Yun began to treat the penetrating wound in his left shoulder.

His face was fierce. He opened his hand and clenched it in the air. The musket suddenly condensed and shrank into a small fireball, without causing any further damage to the wound.

He had just dealt with the musket and hadn't even had time to tend to his wound when a fist suddenly slammed into the protective shield around him.

One punch, and the light shield trembled.

Two punches caused cracks to appear in the light shield.

Three punches, and the light shield shattered!

The fourth punch was aimed at Wang Yun's face!

However, he had already equipped himself with another item, the Three-Light Shield.

A golden, white, and blue light shield rotated around Wang Yun.

The punch shattered a blue shield, and Wang Yun used the force to fly backward, creating a safe distance.

The shattered blue shield fragments turned into specks of light, flying towards the wound on Wang Yun's shoulder, whereupon the wound began to heal little by little.

At this moment, Wang Yun finally got a chance to catch his breath, and he also saw clearly who had attacked him.

"It was you! You betrayed me, Zhou Jie!"

Wang Yun was so angry that his teeth were practically splitting apart, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Zhou Jie slowly emerged from the darkness, raised his fist, and laughed:

"Captain, this is what I wanted to show you."