Jiang Yan’s expression grew somber as her mind delved into the hidden implications of Liang’s words. The weight of the moment settled upon her, casting a shadow over her features. She understood that Liang was not merely seeking fragments of information; he wanted her to divulge everything she knew about the Legion and, more specifically, their crucial mission.
However, as Jiang Yan contemplated the situation further, a sense of dread crept over her. She realized that even if she were to comply with Liang’s demands and reveal all she knew, he might not spare her life. In his eyes, once she had served her purpose, she would be dispensable. Keeping her alive would only pose a threat to Liang, for the Legion would undoubtedly spare no effort in hunting him down once they discovered her abduction.
Her heart sank deeper as she weighed her options. It was becoming increasingly clear that her chances of survival were slim.
With a heavy heart, Jiang Yan concluded that her safest option lay in providing Liang with morsels of information, tantalizing hints that would pique his curiosity and leave him craving for more. Though she understood that this ploy would be short-lived, she hoped that in the interim, the Legion would be relentless in their pursuit of her, eventually leading them to her location and granting her the chance of rescue.
As her mind entwined itself in the intricate web of deception, Jiang Yan couldn’t help but acknowledge the perilous path she was embarking upon. The stakes were high, and the consequences were dire. With a determined glimmer in her eyes, she steeled herself for the dangerous dance of half-truths and misdirection, hoping against hope that salvation would come before it was too late.
However, just as she began to gather her thoughts and contemplate what to disclose and what to withhold, her train of thought was abruptly shattered by a resounding voice slicing through the tranquil silence, declaring, "Time’s up."
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In an instant, As If orchestrated by some invisible force, the fabric of reality itself seemed to warp and bend with a mesmerizing fluidity. In a breathtaking moment of metamorphosis, the very essence of the surrounding space underwent a captivating transformation, morphing into a surreal tableau. A vibrant symphony of colors swirled and danced before converging into an ethereal bubble that seamlessly enveloped Jiang Yan.
The once-clear and transparent walls of this ethereal bubble took on an enigmatic, almost ominous allure. As ink spilled across a piece of parchment, the shimmering equilibrium shattered, giving birth to a haunting darkness that wrapped around Jiang Yan like a velvet shroud.
Within the depths of this eerie darkness, she found herself submerged in an unsettling and desolate atmosphere.
With a nonchalant disregard for the enclosing bubble, Liang effortlessly swiped his hand through the air, summoning an otherworldly rune imbued with seven radiant hues - his very own True Rune.
Guided by an enigmatic force, the rune began to emit an intricate array of symbols that danced and weaved around its core, extending its reach to encompass the entire vicinity.
Despite his uncertainty regarding the number of abilities his True Rune possesses, he speculates that there are likely seven in total. Currently, the only ability he is able to utilize is known as the void infusion rune.
This particular ability grants him the remarkable power to effortlessly tap into the essence of both formation and void laws. While the true nature and origin of this rune remain enigmatic, his mastery over it enables him to swiftly construct void-based formations with ease.
The formation Liang had just implemented was one he named the "Dimensional Veil". Its purpose was to conceal himself between the void plane and the material plane, rendering him virtually imperceptible even to the Void Transformation Realm experts and adversaries of equal strength.
Liang wasted no time and swiftly settled into a serene, cross-legged position. With purpose, he closed his eyes, immersing himself in deep concentration...
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Near the outer ring gate, two figures stood facing each other, their silhouettes stark against the backdrop of the dying sunset. The first figure, Liang Kai, was shrouded in a flowing black robe that concealed his true appearance. The fabric moved like shadows, swirling around him in an almost sentient manner.
With a sudden, elegant movement, Liang Kai removed his black robe, revealing his striking white hair and piercing yellow eyes.
"Zilech," Liang Kai’s voice rippled through the air, carrying a playful lilt. "Why do you persist in stalking my every step? Have I slept with your wife or something?" His lips curled upwards in a mischievous smile.
A flicker of contempt played across Zilech’s face as his lips curled into a sneer. "Don’t flatter yourself," he retorted with a voice that carried the weight of authority. "You are just the 107th ranked on the devil court’s wanted list."
Liang Kai’s eyes widened with mock surprise before a playful grin tugged at his lips once more. "Oh, my rank has dropped three spots, has it? I suppose I’ve been slacking off in my devilish endeavors," he mused aloud, his voice dipped in amusement.
Zilech’s lip curled further as he stared down at Liang Kai, his voice thick with disdain. "Your position on the list is inconsequential. A sin devil like you doesn’t need rankings to be a priority," he stated, the intensity of his gaze almost suffocating.
Liang Kai’s smile only widened, unaffected by Zilech’s veiled threats. With a nonchalant flick of his wrist, he brushed his long, silver hair away from his face, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a devilish sense. "I had hoped someone of your stature would have the courage to confront me directly, instead of resorting to lurking in the shadows like a coward," he taunted, his voice dripping with confidence.
As if in response to Liang Kai’s words, two more figures emerged from the darkness, their presence intensifying the charged atmosphere. The first figure moved with cat-like grace, her lithe form clad in sleek black armor that hugged her curves. Her fiery crimson hair, flowing freely in the wind, seemed to possess a life of its own. Her piercing gaze held a dangerous allure, emanating both seduction and defiance.
Beside her stood a man of imposing stature, his presence exuding an air of strength and battle-hardened resolve. His ebony armor, etched with intricate designs, accentuated his muscular frame. His raven-black hair fell untamed around his angular face, punctuated by striking cobalt eyes that burned with an intensity born from years of experience.
The woman raised an eyebrow in response to Liang Kai’s words. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and intrigue. "Oh, it seems like you have quite the observational skills," she remarked, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness.
Liang Kai grinned, his yellow eyes shining with mischief. "Observation is just one of my many talents, my dear," he replied smoothly.
Zilech crossed his arms, his black wings rustling slightly behind him. "Enough with the banter," he said impatiently. "We are here for a reason."
Liang Kai’s playful smile widened as he said, "Ah, of course. Shall we get down to business then?"