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Zhao Qianāen locked onto a secluded corner and quietly dug a hole.
Bai Xiaolong distributed disguise pills to everyone; except Su Yue, everyone else altered their appearance.
Yang Lezhi had disguise techniques, his greatsword didnāt impede actions, and Meng Yangās bag of trash was forcibly discarded by Bai Xiaolong for mobility.
Su Yue always needed to remain concealed in the warehouse, so he didnāt waste disguise pills.
In fact, Su Yue didnāt need to take the pills either, as Bai Xiaolongās supply wasnāt plentiful, and he and Meng Yang wandering the streets were quite risky.
The outer area of the caveās entrance was also very safe.
So Meng Yang left with Brother Garlic.
Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang, who were referred to as a couple due to Su Yueās slip of the tongue, also quietly left.
In the pitch-black warehouse, only Su Yue remained.
Next, Su Yue wasted no time, operating like a diligent little bee, he began to crazily employ the Lan Ball Battle Method.
Spark after spark of explosives was buried by Su Yue in the secret spots of the energy stones.
These sparks needed a period to ferment, just right for a day.
Su Yue was afraid someone would discover the clues, so he hid the sparks in very secret locations.
Unfortunately, the only flaw of the Lan Ball Battle Method is its inability to conceal the sparks.
Three hours later.
Su Yue hid in the darkness, slowly recovering Qi Blood.
Success!
He had already set up 36 Lan Ball sparks, a very auspicious number.
Just wait till tomorrow, when the Lan Balls can explode here.
Su Yue, being the caster, could even feel the exact timing.
"Thereās half a day left, I canāt waste it, letās check out where the Grandmasters are held, maybe Iāll find some clues!"
Su Yue thought about it and decided to leave the warehouse.
Perhaps because the great battle is coming, the previous transport convoy is the last batch for a while, so Su Yue wasnāt disturbed.
Seven War Generals!
Su Yue simply couldnāt stand idly by.
Though he might not be able to rescue them, he would try his best.
Honestly, Su Yue wasnāt very confident.
Even with simple reasoning, forcing Lin Dongqi to act by capturing seven Grandmastersāhow could the guards be off guard?
Su Yue was merely giving it a try.
Three hours passed, still unaware of Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yangās poison needle planās progress.
Su Yue was less worried about Brother Garlic and Yang Lezhiās plan.
It wasnāt that he didnāt worry about Yang Lezhi, but he oddly trusted Brother Garlic.
This feeling was quite peculiar.
"Indeed, Jing Niao City lived up to its name by shattering Shen Zhou Wet Ghost Tower; different in scale from Mo Kaiās city!"
Leaving the underground cave, Su Yue switched to Yangxiang Race status.
He strolled to the bustling street, blending within the ordinary Yangxiang Race crowd.
Seeing the Yangxiang Race coming and going on the street, Su Yue could clearly feel waves of chilling killing intent.
Where exactly are the Grandmasters being held?
Su Yue frowned and found a Yangxiang Race gathering spot, like a teahouse for ordinary Yangxiang Race to rest.
Though everyone was a soldier, in times of peace, they lived like normal civilians.
The teahouse.
Itās a good place to gather information.
Su Yue squatted in a corner at the entrance, like a beggar.
No choice.
Not yet having reached the Fourth Grade, he simply wasnāt qualified to sit at the tables.
I, the dignified Su Yue, am reduced to thisāsigh... You all discuss, quickly, discuss the matter of the Human Raceās Grandmasters.
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Wet Ghost Tower.
Lin Dongqi gazed at the distant Jing Niao City, motionless, like a wax statue.
This posture, he maintained for a day and night.
Who would have guessed, at this moment, Lin Dongqi had no heart.
In Lin Dongqiās palm, his heart had been refined into a solid ice lump with chilling air seeping through, like transparent worms wriggling randomly.
At Lin Dongqiās heart location was a special battle method.
Though this battle method replaced the heart, it could only sustain for one or two days; Lin Dongqiās life had entered a countdown.
"Cang Ji, you sinisterly want my heart, here, I give it to you!"
"Cultivate well, donāt waste my good intentions."
Lin Dongqiās heart refinement completed.
Buzz!
A vibration returned his heart to its bright red form, continuing to beat, identical to a normal Ninth Grade heart.
No one could possibly guess that this heart was poisonous.
Boom!
Lin Dongqi placed the heart back in his chest.
A burst of cold smoke flashed past, his chest was restored to normal; no one could detect a single anomaly.
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