Meanwhile, outside Fox Abyss, two figures cloaked in capes walked further and further away.
Yue Lishan walked ahead, her steps hurried, each step carrying an undisguised resentment. Her cloak swayed violently with her movements, just like her angry emotions at that moment.
"Outrageous!" Yue Lishan abruptly stopped, yanking down her hood to reveal her delicate face, but her azure eyes burned with fury. "After meticulously planning for so long, all my plans were ruined by some human who appeared out of nowhere. How can I possibly swallow this insult?"
Seeing this, the middle-aged guard quickly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and spoke with a tone full of persuasion:
"Xiao Shan, please calm down. Your safety is my biggest concern. It's a pity that the fox clan's spot was lost, but as long as you are safe and sound, we still have a chance."
Upon hearing this, Yue Lishan took a deep breath, her full breasts heaving as she outlined a captivating and alluring curve.
Despite her best efforts to suppress it, her clenched fists and trembling shoulders revealed the anger that had not yet subsided within her.
However, Uncle Rong's words calmed her down.
She raised her head, a hint of helplessness barely concealed in her eyes. Her long-term, meticulously planned scheme had fallen apart; this heavy blow left her utterly exhausted. Her voice, weary, trailed off as she softly said:
“Uncle Rong, you make it sound so easy. This remote and desolate region should have been the easiest place to seize our territory. The forces here are relatively weak, which should have been an excellent opportunity for us.”
“As you know, news of those bounties will soon spread throughout the entire continent. At that time, we will have to live the life of scattering and fleeing. How will we have any chance to compete for a spot in the festival? I'm afraid that when others see the two of us merfolk alone, the news will immediately reach them.”
Upon hearing this, the man known as Uncle Rong sighed helplessly. He knew how much effort the young lady had put into securing this spot, and now that it had all been for naught, the blow was immense.
Just as he was about to speak again to persuade him, he keenly sensed a slight abnormal fluctuation in the surrounding air.
His millennia-old innate vigilance instantly put him on high alert. He whirled around, his gaze sharp as lightning, and shouted sternly:
"Who!" The voice was like a thunderclap in the silent night sky, making the surrounding leaves rustle.
However, only deathly silence answered him. But Uncle Rong dared not let his guard down for a moment, his aura continuously rising, and azure scales appeared on his body.
"Hehe, I thought it was some holy maiden of the merfolk arriving, but it turns out to be just a little girl whose bloodline has not yet returned to its ancestral form."
As that cold voice faded away, a cloud of black mist surged wildly from the void, crashing down on Uncle Rong with overwhelming force.
The thick, inky darkness exuded a chilling aura, utterly devouring everything in its path.
The middle-aged man, who was Uncle Rong, felt an almost suffocating sense of oppression coming towards him.
His face turned deathly pale instantly, his expression filled with disbelief:
"A supreme expert!"
These four words made his soul tremble.
It should be understood that the status of supreme powerhouses is extremely prestigious. Even the weakest among them can sit firmly on the throne of the ruler of an ordinary continent and control the life and death of a region.
On those even more powerful thirty-six supercontinents, the supreme powerhouses are also top-tier experts standing at the pinnacle of combat power across countless worlds, holding high positions.
How could he possibly appear in this desolate land now?
The moment he sensed this supreme pressure, Uncle Rong felt a chill run through his heart, a coldness spreading from the depths of his bones to his entire body.
He clearly realized that, faced with such a powerful being, they were likely doomed this time.
Even with his life hanging by a thread, the first thought that flashed through his mind was to do everything in his power to protect Yue Lishan.
"Miss, run! Don't worry about me!"
Uncle Rong mustered the last of his strength and shouted at the top of his lungs. The sound came out of the black mist with all his might, echoing endlessly in the silent space.
However, before Yue Lishan could recover from the sudden shock, she watched helplessly as Uncle Rong was quickly swallowed up by the black mist that filled the sky, in just an instant.
Uncle Rong's figure vanished without a trace, and not a sound was heard afterward.
At the same time, taking advantage of the moment when Uncle Rong was enveloped, countless wisps of black mist swept wildly towards Yue Lishan.
These black mists carried a chilling aura and instantly enveloped Yue Lishan.
Yue Lishan struggled instinctively, only to find that her strength was as insignificant as an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of this strange black mist.
"Let me go! Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Her terrified screams echoed through the black mist, sounding particularly shrill. But only darkness and deathly silence answered her.
Just as Yue Lishan's screams gradually weakened and she sank into despair, a wisp of mist slowly drifted from within the thick black fog to Yue Lishan, who was bound by the black fog.
Within the black mist, You Yueying's cold, star-like eyes scrutinized Yue Lishan from head to toe without a trace of emotion, as if she were examining a commodity waiting to be sold.
"The bloodline of the Merfolk..." You Yueying murmured softly, her voice ethereal and echoing in the darkness, "Unfortunately, it hasn't reverted to its ancestral form yet, so the effect is still somewhat unsatisfactory." She frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
"Little girl, which branch of the Merfolk do you belong to? You only have one chance. If you don't satisfy me, you will have no hope of survival."
At this moment, Yue Lishan had recovered from her initial panic and forced herself to calm down. She stared sharply back at You Yueying, quickly processing You Yueying's words in her mind, and vaguely guessed the other party's intentions.
With this in mind, a bold idea was born.
"Senior, are you interested in the 'Soul Gift' of my Merfolk clan?" Yue Lishan asked tentatively, her voice still trembling slightly, but now more composed.
At this point, Yue Lishan took a deep breath and mustered her courage: "I dare to ask for a promise from you, senior. If you agree, when the time is right, I am willing to give you my soul without reservation, without the slightest hesitation."
"A promise? You dare to ask me for a promise?" You Yueying narrowed her eyes, a hint of displeasure flashing in them, clearly surprised by Yue Lishan's question.
"Do you think you have the right to ask me questions now? I'll give you one more chance. If you don't speak, you'll be buried here forever."
As soon as she finished speaking, the black mist around Yue Lishan rose wildly.
In the thick darkness, wisps of black mist emerged, revealing sharp steel needles that pierced her skin, bringing pain as if she were being torn apart.
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