In that instant, time seemed to slow down.
Ding Hui helplessly watched as the red steam surged toward her like a tide, unable to move.
It wasn’t that she was controlled or anything else; her body simply couldn’t react fast enough to match the speed of the attacking red steam wave.
It was like a slow-motion scene, her slight movement lagged far behind the rapidly approaching red steam.
The suffocating sensation felt like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, heart-pounding and terrifying, as the panic of death surged in her heart.
Just then, a loud explosion erupted from nearby.
In the moment when a massive amount of white powder burst open, a figure burst out from the white powder at a speed matching, or even exceeding, that of the steam wave, rapidly charging towards her.
Time seemed to return to normal.
Ding Hui only felt a blur before her eyes as the razor-sharp red steam brushed past her like streaks of light.
Immediately following, she was slammed into Fang Yu’s room next door, falling to the ground, dizzy and disoriented.
Leaving these words behind, Diao De Yi dashed out of the room just as the stranger outside exclaimed in surprise.
Ding Hui anxiously shouted and hurried to the doorway to peer out.
She saw the Believer, noting his missed attack and the emergence of Fang Yu from the room, spoke with disdain.
"Turns out it’s the same as the several losers I’ve devoured before..."
Before the Believer could finish speaking, Diao De Yi, who had suddenly accelerated, had already stopped in front of him.
As if sensing or discovering something, the Believer’s face abruptly turned pale.
In the next moment, Ding Hui saw Diao De Yi’s fist, encased in white Bone Armor, suddenly swell into the size of a watermelon, becoming a Bone Hammer and smashing down on the Believer.
The rapidly surging red steam, like a shield in front of the Believer, exploded with a brute force from Diao De Yi’s Bone Hammer.
The red steam exploded like a wave in all directions, leaving only a few traces of Bone Powder still clinging to his fist, yet Diao De Yi struck the astonished Believer right in the face...
Fist to cheek, imprinting a fist mark, Diao De Yi, with pure Martial Arts power, flung the Believer across the air.
The Believer flew midair while the red steam chased behind him.
When the Believer crashed through the main door tumbling onto the street,
The red steam immediately wrapped around him like a blanket, lifting him back into midair.
However, at this moment, part of the Believer’s cheek was caved in, the right eye was swollen severely, red, appearing as if the eyeball was damaged, giving a frightful look.
Ding Hui excitedly wanted to shout, but was cut off by Diao De Yi without turning his head.
Saying so, Diao De Yi smashed his foot into the ground, shaking the dirt, and like a cannonball, shot out, the copious Bone Powder emerging from the quivers of his body, fully covering himself back into the complete form of the Bone Armor.
Such strange martial arts!
Although odd, it was inexplicably strong, strangely comforting!
Ding Hui was excited, yet slightly bewildered.
Her understanding of Diao De Yi’s strength was still stuck at the night of the Artifact interrogation.
Back then, Diao De Yi was like a weakling easily manipulated by her.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, this guy had become strong enough to confront a Believer?
Did I speak too loudly to him usually?
While reflecting, Ding Hui suddenly had a thought, quickly turned around, and ran toward the neighboring room.
Upon entering her elder sister’s room, the first thing Ding Hui noticed was a large hole next to the door.
It was clearly blasted open by the Believer using the red steam, leaving a trace.
This meant, even the action of closing the door seemed unnecessary.
With such a huge hole, it made no difference whether the door was closed or not.
Moreover, thinking back to the scene earlier...
"If that attack had hit me squarely..."
She was somewhat self-aware of her own strength.
She had no ambitions here, naturally, there wouldn’t be any significant improvement.
If she were hit by that kind of attack, she would most likely have been done for.
The feeling of after-fear only then emerged from Ding Hui’s heart, revisiting the feeling of brushing past Ghost Gate, her heart pounding intensely.
Just then, the ground suddenly trembled violently.
Ding Hui was somewhat unsteady but quickly looked up at the doorway.
She saw the two still facing off, yet neither had made a move.
What was causing this tremor?
Before she could contemplate further, Diao De Yi seized this opportunity and charged at the Believer, who retreated in shock and confusion.
The two moved, disappearing from the street in an instant.
"Diao De Yi... don’t get hurt!"
She clasped her hands, her palms sweaty from tension, staring unblinkingly down the pitch-dark street.
Suddenly, Ding Hui remembered something, quickly turning back to look.
She saw Diao Ruru slowly descending from mid-air, yet still not awakened from her slumber.
It was because she was given a higher dosage of medication, with no accidents, Diao Ruru should be waking up.
It was good as such, otherwise, if she saw this scene tonight, she would likely scream incessantly.
Even she was badly frightened by this ordeal tonight.
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