Master of Strange Dao

Without the Shadow Devil's eyeball, it looked like freedom, but in reality, if this matter were exposed, the first to want to kill No. 8 White Water Egg would be his own people.

For Yu Ziqing, this was his best chance to escape, or rather, to survive.

Crossing the boundary, he arrived at the Abyss, waiting quietly.

The battle between the hungry ghosts and the Devils continued, yet this moment was a temporary lull, as the hungry ghosts had just reclaimed their lost territory.

Several dozen miles away.

No. 8, taking No. 10 with him, emerged to see a small hill.

He also noticed the iconic thing there.

He rested here briefly with No. 10, while looking out at the massive Abyssal Rift, observing the hungry ghosts there and the Devils that had just withdrawn in the distance.

"Over here, the fight is ongoing; these Devils can at least tie down the hungry ghosts here.

Prevent them from leaving this place and going elsewhere.

What a pity that it's difficult to infiltrate among the hungry ghosts."

No. 8 casually lamented, as No. 10 shook his head.

"It's not completely impossible to infiltrate; No. 3 is handling these affairs.

I hear he has found a way to infiltrate Jinlan Mountain."

"He has that skill? How come I didn't know? Probably just trying to take credit, coming up with a method that's absolutely unworkable," No. 8 perked up upon hearing this.

"I heard it's quite difficult, but it seems there's been some progress. The hungry ghosts made from those who starved to death have been placed at a small gathering spot for hungry ghosts, just waiting for the hungry ghosts to regain their former consciousness and memories.

And remember No. 7? He originally made a mistake and should have been executed.

Instead, he was given a chance to starve to death, transform into a hungry ghost, and infiltrate Jinlan Mountain.

It's been a year, and he has yet to starve to death, which is quite troublesome."

"How come I didn't know about this?" No. 8 was somewhat surprised.

"How long has it been since you last returned? Of course, you wouldn't know. I heard about it when I went back a few days ago."

No. 10 casually replied, but after speaking, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart and quietly glanced at No. 8.

No. 8 continued looking at the Abyssal Rift, seemingly unaware of anything amiss.

No. 8's breathing remained steady, his face unchanged, but inside he was completely certain.

It was clear that someone above wanted to silence him.

The northern matters had always been handled by him and No. 9, and now, having stirred up trouble, No. 9 was dead.

He knew too much and was also doomed to die.

Even if King Qi didn't expose them, they would have betrayed him later.

Looking back now, he understood that from the beginning, he was destined to die because the matters here were nearly completed.

No. 10 had certainly taken on this task.

No. 8 checked the position, walked a few steps forward, and turned his back to No. 10.

"Find King Qi first, then lead people over, ensuring we always know who holds the beast skin map..."

"Yeah, but that guy is hard to find..."

No. 10 took a step forward, pulling one hand out of his sleeve.

No. 8 didn't turn back, sighed softly, and quietly crushed a Jade Scroll.

At the same time, Yu Ziqing, who was prepared, sensed the breaking of the Jade Scroll, and his inner power instantly solidified, with breath and heartbeat stopping at that moment.

All his power and physical body seemed to become one, and in the next instant, he vanished from the spot.

In a flash, he crossed several dozen miles.

No. 10, who was about to ambush No. 8, sensed nothing as the world before him blurred.

No. 8, who had been paying attention, also felt nothing, merely witnessing No. 10 disappear instantly.

Behind him, he watched as the hill exploded, as if popcorn bursting from the middle.

The booming sound spread at this moment, with intense shockwaves carrying strong winds, spreading from the hill.

The power carried dust, dispersing indiscriminately in all directions.

No. 8 stretched out an arm to shield himself, waiting quietly.

After several breaths, the noise slightly subsided.

Standing in place, he was secretly shocked.

Was this a Divine Skill or a Secret Technique?

The people of Jinlan Mountain were indeed terrifying.

Last time, he felt nothing before collapsing.

This time, as per the agreement, he brought someone here and even intentionally led No. 10 to stand at the marked spot.

He had heightened his sensing capability long ago, yet felt nothing: in a blink, No. 10 vanished.

Exactly the same, no Crisis Sensing, no sensation of being locked on, and he didn't even feel any power attacking.

In the large pit on the small hill, Yu Ziqing rubbed his arm, deploying power to mend his cracked bones and torn muscles.

The mud truck, though useful, also had obvious flaws.

At that speed, he must ensure the direction is absolutely correct, as even the slightest angular deviation could result in missing the target.

However, if prepared in advance, it was indeed effective.

This was not a deadly Divine Skill nor could it be perceived where the enemy was, or who it was.

No locking on, no killing intent—this was merely an uncontrolled, unforeseen traffic accident.

He didn't know, and naturally, the enemy couldn't sense it either.

By the time the other party sensed it, it was already too late.

Yu Ziqing stood up, looking at No. 10 White Water Egg, who had lost everything below the shoulders, with the skull shattered and consciousness gone, life rapidly fading.

Yu Ziqing stomped, Freedom Heaven appeared, and he extracted the Shadow Devil's eyeball from No. 10 White Water Egg.