Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 690 - Four Hundred and Thirty-One: Depths of the Black Fog

Chapter 690: Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-One: Depths of the Black Fog

Looking down from the sky to the ground, the trace of Huizhou County Town had vanished from the plain at the border of the two provinces, replaced by a strange fog that spanned between heaven and earth.

Light could not penetrate it, and it seemed as if all sounds within were already cut off from the outside world.

However, Li Junqing was completely unaware of all these changes; his Integration Body cultivation was already unattainable by mortals and akin to an immortal, but in the current Huizhou County filled with heavyweights, he didn’t even count as a floor tile.

But with the arrival of that voice, Li Junqing did stop his action of drinking.

Going to one’s death with composure was a choice without choice; if possible, who would willingly die?

Especially for someone who feared death.

Li Junqing was unclear about what had specifically transpired, but from the ramblings of that mad old man, it seemed like Xu Changtian, that boy, might have come back to life.

Therefore, he thought he should try to seize this turning point in front of him.

After all, verbal sparring was not Xu Changtian’s exclusive skill.

Making up some information about Xu Yuan that was a mix of truth and fabrication to the woman in the black dress might temporarily save his life, buying time for later developments.

Although he might not be able to survive in the end, there was at least that sliver of hope.

Just as he was thinking,

Luo Bingli had already slowly stood up from in front of the stone table:

"Prince, I must go."

Upon seeing this, Li Junqing immediately broke into a laugh and said,

"Senior, I happen to know something about Xu Changtian..."

"I won’t believe your words."

"....," said Li Junqing.

What a warrior fears most is encountering someone who doesn’t argue but goes straight to action, and the woman in the black dress was clearly one of these smart people.

Li Junqing opened his mouth, wanting to say something in explanation, but in the end, swallowed back those words that would make him look bad.

Maintain elegance in the face of death.

With a light chuckle, Li Junqing calmly stared into the eyes hidden beneath the mask and nodded slightly.

Then,

A beam of light illuminated the fog, but it did not pierce through Li Junqing’s body.

An incomplete shadow appeared in front of Li Junqing, blocking the strike for him.

The air within the courtyard seemed to come to a standstill.

Luo Bingli looked at the woman who had appeared before her, her eyes still calm and serene beneath the iron mask.

That this woman she had personally killed appeared here was beyond her expectation.

She hadn’t anticipated that not only had the other survived, but she had also managed to approach Luo Bingli so silently and closely.

But anyone who had cultivated to the Mortal Transcendence realm was exceptional, and in this world filled with myriad Spellcraft, it wasn’t surprising that she had hidden a feigned death technique.

Luo Bingli stared at the woman whose body was now half destroyed, her voice soft,

"You should have been an assassin, not a guard."

Even with her body damaged, Qian Xi’s voice remained steady,

"I was originally an assassin planted by someone else by your side, Your Highness."

Luo Bingli’s gaze swept over the two people before her, her tone faintly fluctuating for a moment before returning to calm,

"Since you’re someone else’s assassin, you can live if you step aside and return to your master."

Upon hearing this, Qian Xi’s voice even carried a hint of amusement,

"Some things cannot be decided by reason."

Saying so,

She looked up with those beautiful eyes towards the sky shrouded in fog, smiling,

"Senior, you don’t have much time left to make your move on His Highness. The Third Young Master seems to have been forced to reveal some trump cards by you, and the other assassins won’t be able to stop Chief Lou."

Luo Bingli glanced at the distance and raised her hand,

"I give you a moment to leave your last words with this Prince."

Qian Xi turned her head and glanced at the man in the time-frozen space, lightly pursing her red lips and shaking her head,

"There’s no need, His Highness... he hoped for me to die."

"....."

Hearing her words, Luo Bingli also fell silent, merely lifting her hand lightly.

In the next moment,

A burst of white light suddenly shone from within the courtyard, piercing through the fog and shooting up to the sky!

And when the white light dissipated,

The figure of Qian Xi was gone, leaving only the man with a puzzled look in his eyes, gazing around the now empty courtyard.....

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At the center of the battlefield,

The sudden appearance of the strange fog momentarily plunged the atmosphere into stillness, but this stillness lasted only for an instant.

As the decrepit old man’s words reached their ears, everyone immediately understood that they no longer had any Cultivation Techniques to investigate where this strange fog came from or what effects it might bring.

The old man’s comment "Why are you, you little ghost, still alive" was the key.

In the center of that fog, it seemed Xu Changtian had come back to life.

This sentence acted like the fuse on a barrel of explosives, and the battlefield of these supreme beings skipped the probing phase entirely.

They began to fight desperately.

Whether it was Lou Ji or those from Jiatiange trying to stop her, at this moment, none held anything back.

For Taishiran, he could allow any variable to emerge, but this variable most certainly couldn’t occur with the person who precipitated the great calamity of the world.

And for Lou Ji, this was the hope of Changtian’s resurrection.

In the blink of an eye,

The collision of Spellcraft between Taishiran’s three and Lou Ji created an earth-shattering rumble and wave of energy that nearly razed half of Huizhou City to the ground, and the suddenly appeared strange fog was also blown into a vacuum by their clash.

Three Mortal Transcendence beings were bloodied, thrown into the air, and smashed into the ground, kicking up a formidable cloud of dust.

Zhou Pudgy played dead and did not rise.

The middle-aged beautiful woman tried to get up, but her movements were noticeably slower due to her injuries.