Ultimately, Liang Yi left disappointed after failing to inquire anything from his master, keeping the trace of doubt he had sensed earlier buried deep in his heart.
Liang Yi did not believe it was rely his imagination. The chance of soone at the Ninth Realm Great Perfection, practically face-to-face with the gate of the Tenth Realm, suddenly experiencing an illusion was as unlikely as his crossing into the Otherworld.
At that mont in the Abyss Continent, Qiu Feng, wearing a blue robe, possessing extraordinary charisma and rather handso features, opened his eyes from his secluded ditation and glanced down at his white arm as he lifted his sleeve.
"The Disruption intent is quite troubleso, dragging on until now before being completely eradicated, but earlier than I had expected."
Qiu Feng snorted coldly, showing a trace of dissatisfaction and sowhat wary of Liang Yi.
Previously, the Sword Sect's three gates perford by Liang Yi in a desperate situation completely caught them off guard, trapping him, Gongsun Bai'an, and Zuo Yongning within at once.
Although Liang Yi was nearly at his limit at that ti, with one move enveloped three people, under the influence of Disruption intent, they still suffered injuries.
The physical injuries were secondary; the main issue was the constant overwhelming Disruption intent within the Sword Gate, which was incredibly troubleso.
Having Disruption intent attached to the wounds felt akin to a regular person burdened with several sandbags. Whether it was the operation of Abyss Demon Qi, the strength of the body and Divine Soul, or the mobilization of the Law, all diminished significantly in power and speed.
This feeling was enough to sadden Qiu Feng to death, with an increasing hatred towards Liang Yi in his heart.
Qiu Feng exited his Wind Rest Palace after his seclusion and summoned a subordinate to understand the current situation.
With Liang Yi successfully escaping the Abyss World alive, it was uncertain how much intelligence had been leaked on their side. How to and the current troop deploynt or use existing intelligence to set up a trap for the Mystical chanism was worth deliberation.
A trusted aide cautiously approached the Wind Rest front, kneeling on one knee, and reported all the occurrences during the master's seclusion.
"Did Gongsun Bai'an already leave seclusion?" Qiu Feng paused upon hearing the subordinate's report because he rembered that Gongsun Bai'an's injuries were not any lighter than theirs. That guy wasn't even specializing in body cultivation; how could he be so fast?
"Yes! Lord Gongsun Bai'an healed and left seclusion, then continuously paid attention to the arrangent of various places, personally revising the original troop deploynt and ambushes," the trusted aide reported respectfully.
"Is that so? Who would've expected him to be so proactive···" There was a trace of surprise in Qiu Feng's eyes. Was that guy so agitated by this matter?
Though the Abyss Army seed like a unified whole, it was principally divided into four parts, constituted by the forces of the four Abyss Envoys.
It used to be five parts before Cang Dong died, but after Cang Dong perished at the Mystical chanism's hands, his leftover forces were naturally divided among them.
Among the four of them, Qiu Feng's ability to lead troops and deploy was just slightly above average, knowing a bit; Xia Kun was a muscle-head, and having him lead troops was akin to getting nothing done; finally, Zuo Yongning was entirely a closed-mouth person, finding it difficult to say even one word.
Thus, the only competent person left to lead troops and deploy was Gongsun Bai'an. While on regular occasions they were reluctant to let him command their people, this matter was reluctantly entrusted to him, and ordinarily, they didn't intervene much.
"Alright, you may go." Qiu Feng impatiently waved his hand, dismissing the aide, looked at the unreachable distance, a black spot hiding within the Red Moon, then his form turned into a breath of wind and vanished.
Reappearing, Qiu Feng now stood outside the Blood Moon Palace, miles high, with the Red Moon behind him at arm's length, its vast body covering everything, drenching the entire palace in blood-red moonlight.
Qiu Feng was covered in a layer of red light, casting a long shadow behind him.
Looking at the solitary and magnificent Blood Moon Palace before him, Qiu Feng curled his lip imperceptibly.
The palaces of other Abyss Envoys were established at their domain's center, except for Gongsun Bai'an's palace established alongside the Blood Moon.
Recalling how that guy always enjoyed supervising them from the palace's commanding height, discomfort surged within Qiu Feng's heart.
Upon Qiu Feng's appearance, the soldiers guarding the Blood Moon Palace promptly knelt on one knee, bowing their heads in respectful salute.
"Lord Qiu Feng!"
"Where is Gongsun Bai'an?" Qiu Feng casually scanned the Blood Moon Palace behind them, asking leisurely.
"Lord Gongsun is not present." The guard lowered his head, responding in an earnest voice.
"Not here? Could he truly have gone searching for those two?" Qiu Feng's expression showed puzzlent, but he didn't mind, as he rely ca to glance around.
But as Qiu Feng pondered and turned to leave, suddenly sensing sothing, he spun abruptly to gaze at the Blood Moon Palace behind him.
"Lord Qiu Feng···"
The guards, seeing Qiu Feng's unexpected deanor, were baffled.
However, before the guards could finish speaking, Qiu Feng already vanished, entering the Blood Moon Palace's interior, disregarding its countless arrays.
For Qiu Feng, the entire Abyss Continent was his backyard; those densely inscribed arrays on the Blood Moon Palace walls might work on others, but for him, they were re scribbles.
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