Xiao Ran stared at the bare wall, her mind gradually becoming completely blank.

This “door” that she had been knocking on all along… was actually just a useless decoration?

Then why had those women been surrounding it and watching it all that time?

In other words, Qinglong wasn’t in this room at all—he had left long ago?

Countless questions swirled in Xiao Ran’s mind, but at this moment, no one could give her any answers.

She was wedged in the depths of the room by her own enormous mass of flesh and bone, unable to move. Yet she didn’t have time to think about her own predicament—her mind was entirely focused on searching for Qinglong’s whereabouts.

After thinking for just a few seconds, an inexplicable sense of loss began to spread through her heart. This feeling was like being abandoned by someone, yet also like unrequited love ending in failure.

After all, why exactly had she become what she was now?

Wasn’t it all because of that Qinglong?

Because of one word from him, she had become something like a monster. And because of another word from him, she had crossed strange spaces to come back and see him.

Yet this meeting was like reunions on television—there were always countless difficulties blocking the way.

Xiao Ran’s sense of loss reached its peak at this moment, but she realized she had no way out anymore.

If she couldn’t rely on Qinglong now, her only fate would be death.

With nowhere else to turn, the sense of loss in her heart gradually transformed into a thread of lingering obsession that wouldn’t dissipate.

It was just wanting to meet once… how could it be this difficult?

At that time, she would gain Qinglong’s complete trust and become the number two figure in the entire “Land of the End.”

Xiao Ran kept muttering Qinglong’s name. Her “Gigantified” palms began to continue applying pressure toward the “Ants” within the room.

The “Ants” had no idea what was in front of them. They only felt that the “eyeball” was nearby, but they were separated from it by some strange enormous force.

“Qinglong… don’t worry…” Xiao Ran said with a miserable smile. “I’ll definitely think of a way… Wait for me… I’m coming to help you… You’ll need me.”

Despite saying this, Xiao Ran couldn’t move quickly like before at all. She could only be wedged in by her own flesh and bone, sinking deeper and deeper.

Two “Ants” relied on their own powerful bodies to charge through recklessly, slipping away through Xiao Ran’s finger gaps. They stopped at the doorway, then reached forward to feel this unclear obstruction.

It was warm and pulsating, like enormous flesh and blood. At this moment, the two also sensed each other’s presence. They began tapping coded signals on each other’s bodies, communicating about the situation before them.

They felt this strange thing might be a rare “Heavenly Level,” so they couldn’t kill it alone—they needed to mobilize more “Ants.”

…

Qinglong, Qiao Jiajin, and Zhang Shan stood in the center of the frontmost room of the “Train Head.”

Large amounts of blood had almost covered the pure white room. The walls and floor were all dyed crimson.

Even the apple tree in the center of the room had blood dripping from every leaf. The room was quiet and still, with only the dripping sound of blood hitting the ground audible.

This enormous amount of blood loss could almost claim the lives of dozens of people, yet all three of them appeared completely unharmed.

They were just pale-faced, appearing somewhat fatigued.

Zhang Shan turned his head to look at Qiao Jiajin, feeling that Qiao Jiajin’s habit of removing his clothes before fighting indeed had some merit. His own tattered clothes hanging on his body were now covered in blood—sticky, heavy, and completely disadvantageous for combat.

But suddenly starting to remove clothes halfway through a fight seemed a bit awkward.

Qinglong’s feeling was even stranger. Under normal circumstances, fighting these two shouldn’t have resulted in such severe injuries. However, some strange memories would occasionally fly into his mind, and he would suddenly become muddled at certain moments. These two states were like two illusory sharp swords, stabbing into his mind from two different directions.

And before his eyes stood two other real sharp swords.

The illusory swords attacked his spirit, while the real swords eroded his flesh.

The four directions—front, back, left, and right—seemed to be filled with lethal traps. The slightest carelessness could lead to eternal damnation.

Zhang Shan shook the blood off his skin: “No wonder you’ve never been afraid of death—turns out you’re also ‘Heaven’s Vigorous Movement.'”

“So what’s the situation now…” Qinglong gave a light snort. “The three of us who can’t die… are we going to fight here until the universe is destroyed?”

“We don’t necessarily need to fight that long, Little Green.” Qiao Jiajin shook his head. “If you’re really tired, you can surrender first. I’m OK with it.”

“Damn.” Zhang Shan also laughed. “I also don’t think we can fight that long. After fighting a bit more, our blood can fill up the room. Then it’ll mainly depend on who can hold their breath.”

“That makes some sense.” Qiao Jiajin nodded. “In the end, we’ll see who drowns first. Little Green, how’s your swimming skill?”

“Passable.” Qinglong answered. “But I don’t think we’ll drag it to that point. After all, I haven’t used any ‘Immortal Techniques’ yet. I’ve been entangled in combat until now just to see my own abilities.”

“What a coincidence.” Qiao Jiajin nodded. “Liar Boy taught me a two-character formula that I haven’t used yet. It happens to counter you.”

Qinglong’s expression darkened, and he turned his head to look toward the “door.”

Just now, he could still hear rustling sounds outside the “door,” but after a brief knocking sound, all the sounds outside the “door” disappeared. Even his “Spirit Hearing” couldn’t capture any sound.

He only hoped that no blind thing would dare to touch that “door,” otherwise things would become a bit troublesome.

So who exactly was the person knocking on the door just now?

That brief knocking made his brain instantly feel chaotic, as if even the most basic “Immortal Techniques” were becoming strenuous.

“It seems some persistent ghostly thing has latched onto me…” Qinglong looked at the two with cold eyes. “I’ll ask you one last time—are you really not prepared to take this chance to kill Heavenly-Dragon?”

As his words fell, the ceiling actually began to slowly take on a grayish-black color. Clearly, some strange dark clouds were condensing.

“Even with ‘Heaven’s Vigorous Movement,’ you may not necessarily be able to withstand my next attack.” Qinglong showed no expression, only slowly raising his hand into the air. “Right now, as long as you choose to kill Heavenly-Dragon, we’ll let bygones be bygones.”

Both Zhang Shan and Qiao Jiajin raised their heads at this moment, looking at the ceiling covered with dark clouds, flashing with lightning and rumbling with thunder.

Could such a thing really be resisted by a mortal body?

Even if they dodged, where could they dodge to?

“Tattoo boy… what do you say?” Zhang Shan asked while looking at the thunder rumbling in the sky.

“Big Guy, as long as one of us gets struck, the other will also receive a fatal injury.” Qiao Jiajin answered in a low voice. “So no matter who gets injured, your ‘Heaven’s Vigorous Movement’ might indirectly fail.”

“Damn, so what do you mean?”

“Big Guy, let’s go kill Heavenly-Dragon together.”

“Huh?”

“What else can we do?” Qiao Jiajin said with a completely serious expression. “Should we really just watch that heavenly lightning strike down like this? I can’t withstand it. Let’s go, let’s go, kill Heavenly-Dragon.”