Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1096 - 197:

"Bang!"

Tan Wenbin slapped the back of Lin Shuyou's head and said angrily:

"What I mean is, they've been pounding on it desperately for so long, yet not even a dent has appeared on the wall. Let's not waste our strength for now."

"Buzz!"

The bell at the top floor of the tower rang once more.

That face, once again, appeared.

Its gaze first fell on the ground level.

Having learned from the first experience, everyone deliberately avoided eye contact, yet could still feel its gaze sweeping over them like a broom gently brushing.

Yin Meng was swept over a few extra times.

Eventually, its gaze focused on A Yuan.

A Yuan stopped his pounding, raised his head with a hint of confusion, and looked towards the top floor of the tower.

The white ape with its skull opened was staring at him.

With a "thud," A Yuan knelt down towards the white ape direction, constantly kowtowing, seemingly trying to plead using this method.

Unfortunately, the gaze of the "white ape" was on not him, but the one inside his body.

The white ape's gaze fell downward, sweeping over the woman in the black dress, who had drawn her sword as soon as the bell rang.

Yu Miaomiao sensed something and wanted to look up, to meet that gaze.

Yet that gaze did not even sweep towards her!

The white ape turned into Mr. Tian.

Zhao Yi noticed Mr. Tian's gaze upon him; he stood up, clutching his chest, coughing incessantly, portraying a sickly young master.

He was indeed a young master and genuinely sickly, not needing to pretend.

This was a kind of obedience, a submission, and more a way to vie for something for himself.

The gaze lingered on Zhao Yi for a moment before finally settling on the lowest level.

Li Zhiyuan sat on the ground, with the wordless book on his lap, idly browsing through the newly acquired book.

The book was quite appealing, the paper white, with a silk-like texture, carrying a faint serene fragrance, even the sound of flipping pages was pleasant.

Sensing that gaze, he was not interested in meeting it, preferring to look at the blank book in his hand rather than that blank face.

Yet the gaze lingered the longest on Li Zhiyuan.

It seemed deliberately using this method to inform the young man he was the person who entered his dreams that day.

He was here, the descendant of his former foe and rival, thus he should watch over him more.

The woman in the black dress acted, still with eyes closed, performing sword dance like flying flowers.

Yu Miaomiao screamed, "It's not like this; you must help me kill them, not come to kill me, not like this, not like this!"

Even when reality was right in front of her, she was still unwilling to believe it all.

Recalling what she had said to the two within the tower, now it felt like slaps upon her face, unable to accept being seen as a fool by those two.

Unfortunately, although the gaze could seep through, sound was isolated; otherwise, Zhao Yi wouldn't have minded advising her, telling her that before entering the tower, she was already seen as a big dunce by the two.

The woman in the black dress vanished from her original spot, while Yu Miaomiao's figure also disappeared.

Zhao Yi watched below, mouthing in awe, realizing the dunce's brain might not work, but her skills were indeed impressive, reacting so swiftly.

The woman in the black dress appeared where Yu Miaomiao was earlier, while Yu Miaomiao landed afar.

Yet, the woman's treasure sword was dripping blood.

Yu Miaomiao glanced at her chest, where a dreadful sword wound already appeared.

The woman was indeed strong, as she herself had chosen.

The woman in the black dress danced the sword flowers again.

Yu Miaomiao let out a piercing howl, this time, she decided not to dodge but to retaliate.

Her ten fingertips grew sharp claws, her figure like lightning, lunging forward fiercely, the claws creating a lethal stream of light and piercing sounds of cutting through air.

"Swish!"

The two figures intersected, each landing.

A claw mark appeared on the face of the woman in the black dress, and half a cheek was sliced off, but inside, instead of fresh blood, was filthy pus.

The people inside the tower, although preserved just like in life, are ultimately dead.

Yu Miaomiao smiled at the corner of her mouth; she saw vitality therein, strong as you are, you're not as formidable as I imagined, in life I surely couldn't be your match, but now, are you still retaining a fraction of your life's strength?

However, just as she was buoyed with renewed courage, the next moment, she felt light on her wrist.

She lifted her hands, but at that moment, her hands fell off, leaving only two bare wrists.

That heart just awakened was plunged into an abyss!

The woman in the black dress waved the sword flowers again, seeming only capable of that move, or perhaps this move alone sufficed.

Zhao Yi watched eagerly from below, thinking if only he had such a woman under him, it would make Zou Jiang much easier?

Of course, that's just a thought; should he propose such a request to a person like her, they'd likely point their first sword at him.

Yu Miaomiao began to flee, letting out a miserable cry, mixed faintly with a cat's meow.

Yet the woman's sword speed did not slow a bit.

Yu Miaomiao, initially swift like the wind, collapsed wholly onto the ground, with her feet also separating from the ankles.

She curled on the ground like a cocoon, surrounded by the blood pool formed from her blood.

The woman in the black dress didn't step forward to check but continued to coldly wield the sword flowers.

Yu Miaomiao was in despair, opening her mouth, a ball of golden, silver, and white fur flew out of her mouth, something her grandmother specially bestowed for the most critical survival moment before Lighting the Lamp and Walking on the River.

She knew whose fur it was, yet was unwilling to truly admit it.

At this moment, as the fur was spewed out, it transformed into flames, burning ahead.

This move was initially reserved for when the woman in the black dress came to check her injuries, to use against her, yet the woman didn't approach.

In truth, as this terrifying demon fire spewed forth, the woman in the black dress appeared on Yu Miaomiao's other side, completely opposite of the flame's direction.

No excessive joking or mocking thoughts, not even the thrill of battle, only the pure goal of killing the opponent, naturally avoiding this crude and laughable trap.

"Crash..."

Yu Miaomiao's head was cut off by the sword blade.

Above, A Yuan was furious beyond measure, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, roaring in anger.

The woman in the black dress held Yu Miaomiao's head aloft with the long sword, placing it in front of herself.

The woman opened her mouth, wisps of essence being extracted from Yu Miaomiao's head, entering the woman's mouth.

The Life and Death Door seam on Zhao Yi's forehead sensed a strong stimulus because it was not just essence being absorbed, but also Yu Miaomiao's Life Chart fortune being stripped and absorbed.

Li Zhiyuan closed the book, looked up, and gazed upward.

"Is this what you call transcending into immortality?"