118: Chapter 118: The Rose Opera House (19)

Mo Yu was also silent; she hadn't expected these Dancers to be as hard to kill as cockroaches.

The more they fought, the more of those upgraded Dancers appeared; even severed limbs couldn't stop them from continuing their attack.

"Damn it."

An Xuan became increasingly irritable as he fought.

"If this continues, we will eventually be devoured." It kept repeating; their strength would inevitably be exhausted sooner or later.

By then, they would be at their mercy.

"There must be a way." Mo Yu said in a deep voice. As their conversation ended, Mo Yu turned around and realized Qian Ye was nowhere to be seen.

As for Qian Ye at this moment...

Following the thick vines, she went deeper, searching for their roots. The further in she went, the closer Qian Ye felt the heartbeat-like sound becoming.

The vines seemed to sense her intentions; the surrounding vines quickly wrapped around Qian Ye, weaving back and forth to form a giant net, attempting to trap her inside.

The entire patch of vines emitted a dark light, constantly compressing in volume. Qian Ye was still holding the red singer and let it do as it pleased.

Outside, An Xuan and Mo Yu were fending off the Dancers when they suddenly paused. They saw the Dancers quickly disappear from before them and head back inside.

Their retreating figures carried a hint of urgency.

"What's going on?" An Xuan retracted his weapon, and the surrounding vines and Dancers vanished without a trace.

Mo Yu narrowed her eyes and quickly reacted, "Let's go, we're going in too."

Something must have happened inside to make these oddities so panicked.

The only person she could think of was Qian Ye; she wondered what shocking thing she had done this time.

"Huh? Can't we take a break..." Before An Xuan could finish his sentence, he was dragged forward.

...

An Xuan stared at Mo Yu with a resentful gaze. Honestly, if you want to go, go ahead; no one is stopping you. But why did you have to drag him along? He didn't agree to go.

Although that was what he thought in his heart, his footsteps moving forward were quite honest and cooperative.

— — Inside, the atmosphere was tense.

The surroundings were radiating a pale red light. Looking closely, one could see broken vines scattered everywhere on the ground, almost covering it in a layer.

The upgraded Dancers rushed back and saw this scene. Seeing Qian Ye wanting to go deeper, their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly attacked her.

Countless black mists surged out. The roses blooming on the Dancers detached from them and headed toward Qian Ye.

Qian Ye swung the red singer, shattering the roses one by one. The area around the hong ling umbrella emitted a faint glow. Qian Ye didn't know what the purpose of those flowers was until one rose was knocked onto a severed vine at Qian Ye's feet.

The vines were instantly devoured by black mist, and the color of the flower appeared even more vibrant.

Qian Ye dodged while approaching the Dancers, shaking her head at them, "Tsk tsk tsk, you really aren't picky!"

"You don't even spare your own kind." Qian Ye shook her head repeatedly.

The Dancers' attacks became even more rapid, not giving Qian Ye a moment to catch her breath.

Qian Ye curled her lips, "Hmm, it's time for the game to end." After she finished speaking, the flower pot in her hand also emitted a glowing light.

Instantly, the roses around the Dancers seemed to be caught by a suction force, uncontrollably heading toward Qian Ye—no, to be precise, toward the flower pot in Qian Ye's hand.

As those roses approached the flower pot, they instantly turned into black mist.

Sensing something was wrong, the black mists tried to escape in all directions but were held tightly by the suction force, unable to flee.

"Hehe, since you've already come, I won't allow you to leave."

The flower pot looked at the black mists, exceptionally excited; these were all nourishment.

Mo Yu and An Xuan appeared and saw this scene: countless black mists surging toward Qian Ye, about to be devoured in an instant.

"Not good." Mo Yu didn't have time to think; she struck quickly, brandishing her weapon. Suddenly, a hong ling umbrella appeared out of nowhere and blocked her weapon.

On Qian Ye's side, the flower pot quickly absorbed the black mists. Qian Ye's figure was revealed. Mo Yu was stunned when she saw her. Looking at the red singer in mid-air, she retracted her weapon and gave a dry cough.

"Ahem..."

"That..." Mo Yu tapped her toes; it turned out she had made a mistake.

Qian Ye also saw this scene, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said nothing.

Once the roses dissipated, the Dancers' movements became stiff. Cracks began to appear on their faces, and their entire bodies exuded an aura of decay.

Qian Ye glanced at the Dancers; so the roses were used to maintain their vitality.

Suddenly, Qian Ye's ears twitched. The next instant, she vanished completely. When she reappeared, she was in front of a giant vine root.

Ling Ling was entangled within it, unable to move. Qian Ye's eyes sharpened, and the red singer in her hand flew out toward where Ling Ling was.

In a few moments, the vines were forced to release Ling Ling. Ling Ling gained her freedom, quickly flew away, came to Qian Ye's side, and perched on her shoulder.

"Waaah, Qian Ye, you finally came."

"I, I thought I was done for." Ling Ling cried until she was out of breath.

Qian Ye gently comforted her.

This was her fault for forgetting this; the little one was only good at illusions. If she weren't dragged into an illusion, the little one would be in danger.

Fortunately, she arrived in time.

Damn it, how dare they bully her; they must be tired of living.

Qian Ye raised an eyebrow and gently tapped its leaves with her fingertip, "Alright, be quiet, and don't go berserk."

"Leave the rest to me." After Qian Ye finished speaking, she placed Ling Ling into the leaves of the flower pot, and the flower pot gently wrapped around Ling Ling.

Seeing this, Qian Ye smiled knowingly. With a movement of her hand, the red singer flew toward her at high speed.

Looking at the vines, which had almost no scars, Qian Ye frowned; she didn't expect this thing to have such strong defense.

"Hehe, I love seeing you beaten to the ground." As the words fell, several strands of pale red thread appeared on Qian Ye's hand, circling around her wrist.

The next instant, Qian Ye struck directly. The red thread attacked the giant vine at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Strike after strike, scars quickly appeared on the vine, and black-green pus oozed from within it.

Under the attack of the red thread, the giant vine kept howling and shaking. Countless vines appeared again and headed straight for Qian Ye.

This time, she didn't hold back, waving the red singer constantly while observing the surrounding environment.

She waved the red thread in mid-air, and suddenly her eyes locked onto a spot in the air.

The next instant, the red thread shot out, attacking in the direction Qian Ye was observing. It kept attacking repeatedly, and the surrounding vines also surged toward that spot, as if protecting it.

"Hehe, I found it~"

"Hiding is useless!" Qian Ye curled her lips. The defense there was the strongest, which showed that for it, it was the most dangerous core.