120: Chapter 120: The Rose Opera House (Twenty-One)

After An Xuan said that, Mo Yu had an instant realization.

That's right.

She had already gone through a few games, so what was there to fear?

At worst, she would just die.

This time, Mo Yu's opinion of An Xuan had changed significantly.

Someone who could successfully clear several dungeons couldn't possibly be simple.

"You're right!"

After saying this, Mo Yu walked toward the ring of light without hesitation.

An Xuan, who was behind her, froze for a moment before following. The two of them approached the ring of light one after the other and were quickly sucked in. Both chose not to resist the force and instead moved actively into it.

"What are those two doing?"

"They're both crazy."

Liu Ran watched their actions and muttered to herself.

Seeing this, Hermione also walked toward it.

"What are you doing!" Liu Ran grabbed Hermione, who was moving forward, her face full of confusion.

Hermione looked back at her. "I don't want to just sit here and wait for death."

Liu Ran's hand gradually loosened, and she watched as she also threw herself into the ring of light.

"Hahahaha, the young lasses are so brave, I can't fall behind either. If I choose wrong, it's just death." The monk laughed heartily, rubbing his bald head with an expression of heroic martyrdom.

For a moment, only Hao Ming and Liu Ran remained there.

Hao Ming's expression was somewhat unpleasant.

Qian Ye was unaware of what was happening outside.

At this moment, Qian Ye was standing in a ruin, looking at the broken walls and debris around her. These things looked like fighter jets; observing the whole scene, it seemed like a battle had taken place here.

Qian Ye held up the red singer and walked deeper inside.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, with only the sounds of Qian Ye's small leather shoes. The further in she went, the more she saw broken spaceships and warships.

"Hmm, I thought the setting was the Republican era. How does this look like it spans into the interstellar era?" Qian Ye held her umbrella, approached the scattered debris, and muttered to herself.

Walking further inside, there was nothing else around except for broken walls and debris.

There wasn't even a trace of a living thing.

"Hehehe..."

"Since you've come, stay here."

As the voice fell, the wind suddenly began to rise all around, turning from gentle to fierce, quickly forming a tornado.

The wind swept rapidly toward Qian Ye.

Qian Ye watched the wind; it was like sharp blades, directly breaking the surrounding broken spaceship wreckage into more pieces.

At this point, Qian Ye even suspected whether it was this wind that had caused the wreckage.

But it didn't look like it.

Without the presence of any living things, she couldn't judge what exactly had happened here.

Qian Ye looked down at the flower pot in her arms. The little flower's leaves were still curled up, and Ling Ling was still resting inside.

It seemed she had been scared terribly this time.

Qian Ye moved while dodging the wind blades. These winds seemed to appear out of thin air; she couldn't even find a source.

"Ah!"

"What the hell is this now!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Qian Ye turned back and saw two people appearing in the place where she had first appeared.

It was none other than Mo Yu and An Xuan.

They saw many ghostly hands appearing from the ground around them, constantly grabbing their legs.

The two reacted quickly, taking out their weapons to attack the ground.

"Are you done yet!" An Xuan gritted his teeth, hacking at his left foot and then his right foot, but when he turned around, he was entangled again.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a commotion. Looking up, he saw the giant tornado chasing Qian Ye behind her.

The wind grew larger along the way, picking up everything that could be lifted, and when it fell back down, it was reduced to dust.

"..." An Xuan wanted to curse for a moment.

At least give them a breather; it hadn't stopped this whole way.

"Again!"

An Xuan stared ahead, his feet being pulled tightly again, unable to move.

"Damn it."

Mo Yu, who was beside him, finished dealing with the strange entities under her feet and used a sharp blade to cut off the ghostly hands at An Xuan's feet. "Hurry, let's go!"

At the same time, Qian Ye also rushed over, with the giant tornado behind her.

An Xuan muttered while running, "She's truly friendly to us..."

"Even at a time like this, she doesn't forget about us."

As they kept running, those ghostly hands followed them, and the tornado trailed behind.

The wind became larger and larger, and the surrounding broken walls and debris were almost all sucked up.

The three people in front could clearly perceive the wind roaring around them, as sharp as blades.

"Damn it, is it ever going to end?"

As they kept running, a vast ocean suddenly appeared in front of them.

"What the hell?"

"How can there be an ocean here?"

An Xuan now doubted where they had been brought after this teleportation.

"Mo Yu, think of something."

Mo Yu had no time for his nonsense; those ghostly hands had already caught up, and now it was a new round of battle.

"It's over, it's over, it's getting closer and closer."

"I can't swim!"

An Xuan looked at the seawater in front of him and then at the strange shadows approaching from behind. He gritted his teeth. Damn it, death either way, might as well give it a shot.

Qian Ye also saw the ocean in front and had a sudden realization in an instant.

Ruins, then a tornado, strange shadows, seawater...

It seemed unlikely for so many elements to appear in one place.

"spider lily, how is Ling Ling?"

The spider lily swayed its body.

The branches and leaves slowly opened.

Ling Ling's small body swayed a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes. Seeing Qian Ye, her eyes lit up, she spread her wings, and flew toward Qian Ye.

"Ye Ye~"

Ling Ling threw herself into her arms, sat on her chest, and looked around curiously.

"Eh, Ye Ye, how did you break into an illusion?"

Ling Ling flew out again, looking at the approaching tornado. At the same time, a pale red light radiated from Qian Ye's body, forming a surrounding circle.

Mo Yu and An Xuan were also wrapped inside it.

An Xuan blinked, watching the tornado outside hitting them. The pale red ring of light spread ripples, resisting its attack.

The ghostly hands from the ground were also blocked outside the ring of light.

He couldn't believe it. "Big, big boss."

This really was a big boss.

Wuwu, saved.

Qian Ye had no time to look at his expression behind her; Ling Ling was staring at the tornado in front of them.

"Hmph, what is this, just an intermediate illusion."

"A bit higher level than the previous illusion..."

"But, in front of Ling Ling, it's nothing." Her words carried a hint of arrogance.

The next moment, Ling Ling flew into mid-air, closed her eyes, put her hands together, and chanted something. When she opened her eyes again, a stream of light flashed through them. "Break for me."

Instantly, they only heard "Crackle... crackle..."

With a "bang," like the sound of a mirror shattering, all the images froze instantly.

The wind disappeared without a trace, and the ghostly hands from the ground were also gone.

An Xuan looked back; the boundless ocean had also disappeared.

"What happened?"

An Xuan stared blankly at Qian Ye's back.

The protective circle dissipated, and the surroundings were silent, so quiet that their heartbeats seemed to grow stronger.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

"Thump, thump, thump..."

"Whose heartbeat is this?" An Xuan spoke dryly.

It was so heavy.

As soon as these words were spoken, suddenly, everything in front of them went dark.