Chapter 54: The Survival Leaderboard

Jiang Ran took the initiative to bend down and pick up the skill card that had fallen to the ground, casting a glance at Xiao Bai.

Bearing firmly in mind what Jiang Ran had told him about maintaining his persona while outside, Xiao Bai did not rush to speak with him. Instead, he drew a handkerchief from his bosom and slowly wiped the muzzle of the gun clean.

The discarded handkerchief drifted gently down with a sudden gust of wind, landing on Yan Yan’s face, which was still frozen in utter disbelief.

As the massive armored vehicle was recalled into the space, both Jiang Ran and Xiao Bai vanished in an instant.

Ao Shigu was not a particularly scheming person, so he tended not to hide the things he knew, provided the other party was trustworthy.

Then, the demonic avatar actually reached out directly with a demonic hand covered in black hair and grabbed the dagger.

Stowing the wooden shield away directly, Lin Fan turned his attention to the remaining items. Aside from the wooden shield, a staff and something resembling a wooden plaque had also been dropped.

Seeing Yang Qianjun kneeling half on the ground, he wanted to use him to vent his anger and prepared to step on him. However, just as he lifted his foot, Wu Ming's silver needles already immobilized him. His intended target instantly changed, and instead of stepping on Yang Qianjun's head, he kicked out directly toward Dujuan.

"Who on earth are you?" Ye Wei demanded in fury, winding up her fist to strike again, anger blazing in her eyes. Ye Third Master intercepted her fist, pulled her into the adjoining room, shut the door, and pinned Ye Wei against the door panel in one fluid motion. Surprisingly, Ye Wei reacted unusually without a trace of struggle.

Furthermore, while activating the Chaos Divine Walking Shoes, Lin Feiyang also executed the Nine Palaces Unfettered Divine Step, combining it with the earth-shrinking spatial divine skill to complement one another.

The first person he found was Su Yunqing. The moment he pushed open the door, before he even had time to speak, a wooden bowl came flying at his head, nearly striking him right between the eyebrows.

Lin Song glanced at her and naturally recognized Yu Ze, as the two of them had originally been students at the same school.

Young Master Ye's figure flashed as he arrived by Han Xue's side, supporting her waist and looking ahead. He saw a man approaching from the back room, surrounded by Wang Yiquan and his followers—bald-headed, missing an ear, wearing an eyepatch over one eye, and bearing a long scar across a hideously ugly face.

Many people paused to watch, yet none dared to step forward and strike up a conversation. Li Mufei's aura was simply too overwhelming, so much so that it kept men at a respectful distance.

"I will definitely help Ah Xiang, but not for your sake. Besides, I am still coming for your life," Feng Yufei said coldly.

Yet at that time, even knowing it was a trap, she would have stepped into it without a moment's hesitation for the sake of Baili Luochuan.

"It's possible, though it's also possible that the five of us have lost our memories regarding her. In any case, let's not dwell on her for now and hurry to Room 402 to find the doll," Chen Feng said with a solemn expression.

"What is it? What did you see?" Hearing her cry out, Chen Feng turned around immediately.

Until now, she had appeared utterly calm and collected—whether deciding to leave the city, committing murder, or brazenly bluffing her way out—yet all of it had been forced upon her by circumstances.

Huang Kun's heart skipped a beat. Against the glare, he could not make out how many people were coming. Had Luo Tong not assured him that he had reinforcements, he really would have wanted to scurry back and mimic Yang ZhaoLong by hiding away inside the building.

Gao Xi did not reply immediately. After a prolonged silence, she turned to gaze at Wang Yunfei and Zhao Xue, whose faces were plastered with smug triumph, and then glanced back at the burning locker room.

Instinctively clutching his right arm, Yin Feng's face was painted with terror. He had no idea what had happened. The sensation of his body slipping out of his control was something Yin Feng had once experienced in the blood pool, even though right now it was only his right arm.

Ancestor Shenpu merely cast a glance at the Garuda, and then a dense barrage of black gunpowder came hurling toward it. As if testing just how formidable this Garuda truly was, all the black explosives flew in at will from completely unimaginable angles, wave after wave, granting no pause whatsoever.