The ropes snapped under my blade, but I felt a tightening around my waist.

Ye Yang grabbed my belt with one hand, flinging me towards the doorway. I shot towards the half-lowered Dragon-Slaying Gate. Ye Yang's laughter reached my ears: "Dumb dog, take care!"

"Go to hell!" I sent out both Soul-Chasing Ropes, entangling Ye Yang's waist. I flew out the door, less than half a meter above the descending gate.

As soon as my feet touched the ground, I stomped down. A spray of blood shot from the wound on my leg, but I ignored the agonizing pain and pulled on the Soul-Chasing Ropes with all my strength: "Get out here!"

At that moment, I didn't know or care about success or failure. I only knew that even if Ye Yang fell into the underworld, I would use the Soul-Chasing Ropes to drag him back to the Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren.

I dragged the Soul-Chasing Ropes towards the end of the tunnel, leaving a trail of bloody footprints on the ground.

I didn't stop until I heard the deafening crash of the Dragon-Slaying Gate, freezing me in place.

I wanted to look back, but I couldn't turn my body. I was afraid of not seeing Ye Yang behind me.

Just as tears were about to fall, I heard Ye Yang's voice from the ground behind me: "Dumb dog, let go, you're strangling me to death."

My tense nerves relaxed, and I fell backward. Luckily, Ye Yang was underneath me, so my head didn't hit the ground.

Ye Yang and I had exhausted all our strength and inner power, unable to even stand. We could only lie on our backs, staring at the ceiling of the secret passage.

After a while, I heard Ye Yang say, "Can you get off my stomach? You're too heavy!"

I was using Ye Yang's stomach as a pillow: "Do you think I want to pillow you? Your stomach is like a crab shell, no fat at all. It's uncomfortable."

Ye Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Then why are you still lying there? Are you playing dog?"

"Is that human language? I can't move. If you can get me off, then do it. Otherwise, just deal with it!" I really couldn't move.

After a while, I felt Ye Yang puffing up his stomach, trying to push me off: "Did a toad demon possess you? What are you doing, inflating your stomach?"

Ye Yang didn't speak, and his stomach moved faster.

I couldn't help but curse: "Look how capable you think you are? I'm pillowing you to give you face. So many beauties show me their stomachs to pillow, but I don't even bother."

Ye Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Can you stop bragging? Will you die if you don't brag?"

"My mouth goes numb if I don't brag!" I simply shook my head, finding a comfortable position to lie down.

Ye Yang was so angry that his teeth were grinding, but he couldn't do anything about it!

When Ye Yang and I escaped from the altar, the last coffin on the altar slid out of a mountain cave along the tunnel beneath the altar and fell into a small stream.

Feng Ruoxing and Wang Butcher, who had chased after the coffin, stood motionless in the ankle-deep stream.

They saw nearly three hundred people facing each other, using the stream as a boundary. The two of them were standing right in the middle of the two camps.

Just as Wang Butcher was about to raise his knife in preparation, Feng Ruoxing held her hand down: "Wait!"

Feng Ruoxing didn't move because she recognized the leader of the troops on her left as Ling. Behind Ling was Shen Qingbai, who had left with the remaining disciples of the Ao Xue Sect. Hundreds of swordsmen stood ready behind them.

Ling looked up slightly at the beautiful woman sitting on the sedan chair opposite him, her eyes covered with a white cloth, and said nothing.

Shen Qingbai stared intently at the girl opposite him, wearing a shirt and trousers, and holding a short axe in her right hand.

Experts only pay attention to opponents who can pose a threat to them; they don't care about the rest.

Although the two sides didn't speak or move, their invisible momentum collided fiercely in the distance of more than ten meters. Even the stream on the ground seemed to be compressed by the killing intent, constantly shrinking towards the middle of the river.

Just as Wang Butcher was about to transmit a message to Feng Ruoxing, she saw her gently shake her head. Only then did Wang Butcher notice that Feng Ruoxing had slowed her breathing, deliberately hiding her presence.

As Wang Butcher followed suit and concealed her aura, the blindfolded woman slowly opened her mouth and said, "Ling, are you still going to wait? The most unfavorable time for you is coming soon. The Mi Tianyue I invited is also the nemesis of your capable general, Shen Qingbai. If you wait any longer, the world will lose a successor of the calculator lineage."

Ling smiled faintly, "Cang Tianji, we've fought so many times, have you ever won? If your Heavenly Secret Divine Arts really bury me in Shili Mountain, then I'll just consider myself unskilled."

Cang Tianji!

Feng Ruoxing's gaze immediately locked onto her!

Feng Ruoxing knew that Cang Tianji had caused me trouble twice, and I couldn't wait to tear her to pieces, so she was the first to lock onto Cang Tianji.

Wang Butcher gently touched Feng Ruoxing, and the latter pointed to the girl with the axe—Mi Tianyue. The meaning was: I'm leaving this person to you, be careful.

Wang Butcher didn't know the depth of Mi Tianyue, but Feng Ruoxing knew her background. Mi Tianyue was the only assassin among the Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren, always working for money. With a short axe in her hand, she was rarely matched.