Chapter 101: The Struggle

Bai Zongnan watched his receding figure, a myriad of emotions swirling within him. Suddenly, an intense pain surged from his dantian, as if countless needles were piercing his flesh, forcing him to double over and groan in agony.

Bai Zongnan snapped his eyes open to see Mu Gusu Xiaoran looking at him with concern. "A'Liang!" Mu Gusu Xiaoran quickly steadied him, asking anxiously, "Are you alright?" Bai Zongnan managed a strained...

Regardless of which it was, it was something Xiao Xiao did not want to see. She would rather be deported than remain in one fixed place. Even though being born into this world had given her a slight sense of belonging from the start, none of it could outweigh her habitual way of life.

He roared in frustration, unleashing a brilliant pillar of light from his mouth that collided with the Dragon-Patterned Divine Iron Halberd, triggering intense ripples of energy. Though the onlookers were not directly involved, they could still feel the terrifying power of that storm.

The Fox Emperor regained his composure, finding himself envious of the words exchanged between Yu Yang and Bai Rou. He could not help but recall the past, the story of his pursuit of the Fox Empress—a love between human and fox.

Huang Zishi and his two companions pulled the unpalatable compressed rations from their packs, swallowing them with grimaces, their hunger finally subsiding afterward.

"Master, could you be a bit clearer when you speak next time?" Xiao Xiao said, rubbing her forehead.

Amidst the dull thuds and rising dust, Li Tian felt the world spinning, blood rushing to his head. In his daze, he saw blade-wielding figures closing in from all sides, while he felt lightheaded and weak in the limbs.

He collapsed, unable to move, his meridians shattered. He could only stare blankly at the sky; that once-blue expanse had lost all color in his pupils, as if his life were nearing its end.

Sun Ruoxian nodded from the side, her cheeks puffed out with beef jerky, looking exceptionally cute.

In truth, she had already begun formulating a rough invasion plan in her mind. First step: the fleet would dock at the port of Santo Domingo in the eastern part of Hispaniola to sell enslaved people and replenish food, spirits, and ship maintenance supplies.

Conversely, Yan Lian fared no better than Moqi Liang. Guarded by their respective brothers-in-arms, the two caught their breath for a moment before charging into the fray once more.

Li Yunchen stepped closer to look. It was almost indistinguishable from Ke'er herself, merely slightly ethereal, yet possessing an equally formidable aura.

Qian Xian lowered her head under the gaze of the elders. With Ling Xiao present, the elders did not resort to mental scanning, but their gazes felt piercing nonetheless, making Qian Xian feel profoundly uneasy.

Zhou Yu, expressionless, directed Shen Cong and the others to haul out all the traditional firearms Boss Cui had kept in his private collection. He had tried to resist, but after Zhou Yu pinned him to the spot with a single blade, he could only sit on the ground and weep in protest.

Yang Shulin’s expression was intriguing. He showed no sign of joy, which meant the result was likely not ideal—perhaps even falling completely outside their projected targets—yet he was not entirely disappointed. It felt as though the outcome was, in some measure, acceptable.

But in an instant, Xiao Qiushui and the others, who had thought they were suppressing Xiao Nu, suddenly felt as if they were being stalked by a primordial beast.

"Do not speak nonsense! How can those who practice the path be disturbed by ghosts and gods?" Qin Lie frowned, lowering his voice.

The five were already suppressed; if one more were to perish, how could the remaining four contend with a Primordial Spirit Grandmaster who knew their methods and foundations so well?

Yet, when the three-year-old child heard the name "Ghost Emperor of the Infinite," he showed nothing but confusion. There was not a single trace of anything unusual about him.

The problem, however, was that Zhou Yu could not perceive the clear flow of time in this place. He even suspected that there were no definite temporal rules here, that time itself was chaotic, making it difficult for him to find any sense of calm.