Chapter 91: Intuition

Chapter 91: Intuition

Wen Ying chose to play dead, falling straight down under gravity as if nothing had happened. The mirror collided with the floor tiles, cracking them.

Feeling the tiles crack beneath him, Wen Ying thought, ...Staying still was the right choice.

The man suddenly sprang into action, rushing to grab the mirror Wen Ying had transformed into.

"Senior Brother Wei!" Mo Yuanbai called out anxiously.

Useless, Wei Ranfeng thought to himself, unsure of the situation with the mirror. Nevertheless, he asked aloud, "Are you sure you want to touch it with your hand?"

Halfway through reaching for it, the man abruptly halted, eyeing Wei Ranfeng suspiciously for a moment. He then snorted and stepped on it directly.

"Snap!"

The sound of the man's dress shoe hitting the ground loudly was crystal clear. Amidst the confusion, everyone watched in disbelief as the mirror seemed to teleport half a meter at the crucial moment.

That mirror resembled an ordinary one that a girl might place on her table - plain white and unremarkable. Somehow, everyone felt that this mirror exuded an aura of pretending to be dead.

"Senior Brother Wei, did you control that mirror, or does it have a mind of its own?" Wen Renyue asked uncertainly.

Wei Ranfeng maintained his cool demeanor, raising an eyebrow playfully as he replied, "Guess." While addressing Wen Renyue, his eyes were fixed on the man across from them.

The man, taken aback by Wei Ranfeng's attitude, hesitated in his actions, filled with doubt and alarm.

The Black Soul Pearl was now shattered, unable to devour Wei Ranfeng and transport him to the Demon Realm. Their deal with the extremist demons of the Demon Realm had failed, and the precious Black Soul Pearl was destroyed – he could not escape responsibility for this...

It was all because of that damned mirror!

Red veins began to protrude in the man's eyes as he stomped furiously towards the mirror, but no matter how fast he moved, he couldn't seem to land a single blow on the seemingly ordinary mirror on the ground.

"Ahh! I won't believe I can't hit you!" The man raged, repeatedly lifting his foot to stomp on the mirror in a frenzied manner.

The four spectators on the side found the scene both absurd and comical.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Wei Ranfeng hastily tended to his abdominal wound. Mo Yuanbai leaned in close to inquire, "Senior Brother Wei, is that mirror really useful?" Wei Ranfeng casually responded, "Probably... yes." Who knew what kind of object it was?

Suddenly, the entire space trembled, drawing the attention of the man frantically stomping at the moving mirror. He frowned, his gaze now fixed on the glass door.

"It's Senior Xiao Le!" Xi Liu was ecstatic.

The one who had kicked open the glass door was none other than Hell Orange, who had cosplayed as the Cerberus in the Demon Game Exhibition.

Perseus, crouching on the air conditioner unit, perked up his ears and peeked inside.

A man dashed out first, leaping from the window with apparent ease despite the six-story height. He landed on the ground and kept running.

"Mirror!"

Following the man, a bloody mirror flew out of the window. Perseus leaped from the air conditioner, clamping his jaws around the mirror as he continued forward.

Perseus was swift. To those who had poked their heads out, it was merely a fleeting black furry silhouette before the mirror was snatched away.

He hopped away from the scene and entered a deserted old street. With light, joyful steps, he gradually came to a halt. Swinging his head, he spat out the blood-stained small mirror, then wiped his mouth with his front paw, saying, "Low-grade blood. I can't believe you could stomach it."

The small mirror slowly transformed into a human form, but Wen Ying, who emerged from it, remained unsoiled by the blood. He opened his palm, revealing four floating balls of blood, each enclosed by magical energy.

"I didn't swallow it," Wen Ying said. "I'm not a freak."

As Wen Ying finished speaking, the image of the unknown victim's blood in Aruda's kitchen suddenly flashed through his mind, making him feel a little guilty.

Boros was not very interested in this matter. He leaped onto the roof of an old, low house and gazed in the direction the man had fled. "I'll take care of that exorcist."

He had to crush any exorcist who colluded with the Extremists, no matter how insignificant they were.

After Wen Ying collected the four pools of blood into separate small bottles, he said, "I'll bring that person back to Aruda."

With the summoning magic's power drained from his waist, Wen Ying flexed his hands a few times. It was already remarkable that Lu Qingyuan's magical energy could sustain both him and Boros until now.

In the afternoon, Wen Ying had locked onto the exorcist's aura and quickly determined his general location, pursuing him.

Looking at Xiao Le, who had returned empty-handed, Wei Ranfeng asked, "Did you lose him?"

"I couldn't find him. I've reported it to the local branch of the association, and many people are searching for him. But compared to that, I think you should be more concerned about your injuries right now," Xiao Le said. "To be honest, I'm surprised. That guy wasn't that powerful, yet you got hurt so badly."

"He ambushed me," Wei Ranfeng said irritably. "I was extremely frustrated throughout the entire encounter tonight."

"What was up with that mirror just now?"

Wei Ranfeng, under the curious gazes of his three junior siblings, replied, "I didn't know. I just grabbed something from the ground and threw it, who knew it would be so powerful."

Mo Yuanbai and the others: "??!"

Scratching his chin, Wei Ranfeng continued, "But I have this feeling that there might be some connection between me and that mirror. It's just a hunch."

Wen Ying suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He quickly took the unconscious exorcist back to the Demon Realm. The moment he returned, Lu Qingyuan, who was reading in his dormitory, instantly felt drained, collapsing on the desk from weakness, too feeble even to move a finger.

What had that demon done to drain all of his magic power...

Feeling Lu Qingyuan's condition, Wen Ying was taken aback. He realized that teleporting an extra person required additional magic power from Lu Qingyuan, and he felt a little guilty.

He'd felt guilty quite a few times tonight.

Still nauseous from the teleportation, Wen Ying knelt on the ground as a sharp murderous intent beside him instantly tensed his skin. His body reacted faster than his mind, releasing the exorcist he was holding and dodging the ruthless blow that cracked the ground with its force.

Still dizzy, the world spun around him. Struggling to stand straight, Wen Ying saw Perseus's fierce attacks closing in, each punch landing with full force.

Wen Ying's eyelids twitched. He still felt nauseous, and his body seemed to be spinning on its own.

Boros didn't say a word and immediately took action.

Wen Ying barely managed to dodge Boros' fierce assault. Without hesitation, he tilted his body and rushed into the castle, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Grandma!!!"

Flocks of birds took flight while herds of beasts scattered in panic.