The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Her laughter stopped abruptly.

An indescribable and terrifying pressure, like seawater overflowing, filled the entire tunnel.

Long Ao's fighting spirit froze instantly. He felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, his chest felt tight, and even breathing became a luxury.

The surging blood and qi were forcefully suppressed by this force, and could no longer rise up.

An Changqing's face turned deathly pale, and his fingers gripping the sword trembled slightly. His proud sword spirit found it incredibly difficult to even muster a thought of resistance in the face of his opponent.

Is this the strength of the person in front of me?

They didn't even need to lift a finger; their mere presence was enough to crush these so-called chosen ones.

Chen Guan was also under this pressure, but his physical condition allowed him to barely maintain his balance.

But he had to act in a similar state to his companions. He controlled his muscles, making his face pale, his breathing rapid, and fine beads of cold sweat appear on his forehead, as if he was struggling to hold on.

His brain was working at lightning speed.

What should I do?

This is a side job for San Tai. She wants to seize the Heart of Resurrection. If I help An Changqing and the others to fight against San Tai, I definitely won't be able to win.

However, both An Changqing and Long Ao are stubborn, and Long Ao seems unaware that Santai is what Santai looks like.

"Any further comments?"

The three figures withdrew their imposing aura and looked at the three with smiles, as if the terrifying pressure that had just shaken the heavens and earth was merely a harmless joke.

Long Ao and An Changqing were panting heavily, their backs soaked with sweat.

They couldn't even touch the hem of each other's clothes.

"You can take your things."

An Changqing spoke with difficulty: "But, can you tell me your name? With your strength, you probably don't care about a name anymore."

"Trying to trick me into revealing information?"

San Tai saw through his thoughts and chuckled, "Sure, as long as you can survive in my hands, I'll tell you."

She truly doesn't care about a name, and in fact, she has many names, just like her net worth.

But if I just tell you the answer, wouldn't I lose face?

Moreover, San Tai is quite curious about the abilities of these three children.

How will a group of geniuses react when facing her, a genius of the previous generation?

The fact that two of her colleagues were among these geniuses made her even more curious.

Her figure vanished instantly.

not good!

Chen Guan's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

The next instant, the three platforms appeared in front of An Changqing, with less than half a meter between them.

She extended a finger and gently touched the blade of the longsword in An Changqing's hand with the tip of her finger, which was painted with black nail polish.

"when."

A crisp sound.

An Changqing felt an irresistible force coming from the sword, and his tiger's mouth split open on the spot, with blood splattering everywhere.

The longsword that had been with him for many years flew out of his hand, drawing an arc in the air before finally embedding itself in the distant tunnel wall with a clang, its blade still humming incessantly.

"The first one."

San Tai spoke softly, without even glancing at An Changqing, who had been shaken back seven or eight steps and looked horrified.

Her gaze shifted to Long Ao beside her.

Long Ao's body was taut like a fully drawn bow.

He could feel that the woman's gaze wasn't on him, but an invisible pressure was pressing in from all directions, making his proud body feel powerless.

"The second one."

The voices from the three stations were light and airy, like whispers between lovers, yet they made Long Ao's nerves tense to the extreme.

But the three platforms did not take action directly as he had expected.

She merely glanced with interest at the coffin beside her, which was trying to curl up into a ball, while slowly pulling out a scroll from inside her trench coat.

The scroll moved without wind, slowly unfurling a corner before her.

A drop of ink, so thick it couldn't be dissolved, dripped from the blank space of the painting.

The ink droplet spread in mid-air, and the ink-wash texture quickly took shape, eventually transforming into a lithe black giant wolf.

It landed silently on the ground, its limbs strong, its fangs sharp, and its pair of dark eyes without pupils turned toward An Changqing and Long Ao.

[Here's a joke: Your sister on TV platform Three is a knowledge-based ability user.]

Knowledge is power in its physical form.

[Isn't the Knowledge type supposed to be support? How come it seems even stronger than Long Ao's Enhancement type?]

[The person upstairs is naive. Superpowers aren't about strength or weakness; it's about how twisted the user is. Your Sister Three is clearly the most twisted of all.]

"roar."

The black wolf let out a low growl, and the next second, it moved, its black afterimage stretching across the ground as it pounced in front of Long Ao.

"Good timing."

Long Ao roared, his suppressed fighting spirit finally finding an outlet. Regardless of who his opponent was, he threw a punch, the air crackling with a dull thud.

boom.

The fist slammed solidly into Mo Lang's head.

The expected scene of a head exploding did not occur. Instead, Mo Lang's head was smashed inward, and his entire body was sent flying like a lump of mud, crashing into the tunnel wall.

But in just a second, the mud began to wriggle and coalesce again, transforming back into the form of a giant wolf, completely unharmed, without even a hint of weakening.

"How could this be...?"

Long Ao's pupils contracted.

An Changqing had already recalled his sword and rushed to his side, his face grave: "Physical attacks are not very effective against it; this thing has no vital points."

As he spoke, he twirled his longsword, unleashing several solid sword energies that crisscrossed and sliced ​​the black wolf that pounced again into pieces.

But those scattered ink blots quickly came together again, as if they had come to life.

"Tsk, this is really troublesome." Long Ao spat and went to meet them again.

Inside the tunnel, the sounds of metal clashing, fists whistling, and the eerie howls of the black wolf mingled together, creating a lively and exciting battle.

But this commotion had nothing to do with Chen Guan.

He and San Tai were separated by an invisible barrier, one on this side of the battlefield and the other on the other, becoming the two most leisurely spectators in this deadly battle.

Chen Guan's hand, gripping the sickle, was sweating.

He wasn't nervous, he was embarrassed.

My toes have practically carved out a three-bedroom apartment from inside my shoe.

I ran into a colleague right after leaving school; my classmate tried his best but couldn't beat him.

What should he do? I need an answer urgently.

Hahaha, I can't take it anymore, this scene is too funny.

[While one side is fighting to the death, the other side's colleagues are just staring at each other blankly.]

[San Tai: Little Xuanwu, watch me pull you a show. Coffin Brother: Sis, don't come any closer!]

[An Changqing & Long Ao: We have a traitor among us. Oh wait, it turns out we're the outsiders.]

[That's wrong. The only outsider in this family is poor little Changqing.]