IWOL Chapter 132: Temporarily Separated

Snow that had accumulated for thousands of years crashed down from the mountains, carrying enough momentum to swallow everything completely. The flying snow crossed over raised cliffs and seemed to cover almost half of the sky in all directions as it rushed crazily at a speed of more than 80 meters per second!

Cui Zuojing stretched out his hand again to grab Dong Zheng but caught only thin air. The deafening roar engulfed all other sounds, including his shout of “Run to the side!”

After months of training, everyone knew what to do in various natural disasters. Dong Zheng ran in a direction perpendicular to the avalanche. However, he soon discovered that, because the surroundings were all snow covered mountains, the other mountains nearby were also affected. They all poured down in a chain reaction!

By this point, they were already halfway up the mountain. Dong Zheng grabbed Wang Que’s shoulder and threw her under a nearby protruding rock, shouting, “Get down!”

Allen used his ability. He pulled Dong Linhai under the rock and threw his hands over his own head. Meanwhile, Dong Linhai caught Wang Que and protected her under his body.

The whole land was shaking like crazy. Dong Zheng tried his best to throw himself forward toward the rock.

In an instant, the snow swallowed everything.

At the top of the mountain stood a young man with a nine-section whip, watching as the entire valley became flooded with snow.

The small black spots below were quickly swallowed and, through the snake’s eyes, Tang Ji clearly saw Cui Zuojing’s horrified expression the instant he realized what was happening.

He smiled triumphantly.

Now, he only needed to wait patiently. Once Cui Zuojing got up from the snow, they’ll have a real battle. He could finally dig out Cui Zuojing’s heart while he screamed in pain.

No, no, the queen told him to catch him alive.

Suddenly remembering this, Tang Ji let out an annoyed sound. He scratched his hair irritably, and soon had other ideas.

With a laugh, Tang Ji began walking toward the place where everyone was buried.

He had just taken a step, when suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed onto the corners of the rock he’d been standing on. Another hand followed.

A person pulled himself up onto the rock. He had short, golden hair, smoky gray eyes, and a silver crossbow and arrows hanging from his waist.

Tang Ji paused and raised an eyebrow in surprise. If he remembered correctly, this box was a team box, and only pilgrims in the same team could enter.

Was this person also from Cui Zuojing’s group? Then why hadn’t he seen him before?

Even as these thoughts flashed across his mind, Tang Ji continued to walk nonchalantly in the direction where Cui Zuojing was buried.

He would just kill all the unnecessary people.

The extinction of most plants had made the oxygen content in the air much thinner. Domingo silently exhaled as he raised his eyes to gaze at the evil-looking young man in front of him. Then he moved to block Tang Ji’s path, his posture straight as a pine tree.

“I can’t let you pass.” Domingo rested his right hand on his crossbow and ruthlessly kicked the snake that was trying to sneak up behind him.

As he did so, Domingo’s black army boot sent small pockets of snow flying.

Two months had passed. Compared to when he was on Dusk Island, there were now lines between his eyebrows, marked by long periods of frowning. The corners of his lips were still apathetically pressed tight, making him look even more ruthless.

“Ha, that is outside your control.” With the nine-section whip wrapped around his arm, Tang Ji looked Domingo up and down and laughed. “It looks like you have many stories to tell. But unfortunately, you can only tell them to Kether after you die.”

Domingo didn’t speak. When the whip snapped toward him like lightning, he turned slightly to one side, avoiding the violent blow.

The sound of the whip once again broke through the air. Domingo immediately rolled on the spot. The moment he stabilized his body, he grabbed his crossbow. A silver arrow quickly flew at Tang Ji, who knocked it aside with his whip.

Tang Ji narrowed his eyes, but he didn’t hesitate to take the offensive. The nine-section whip controlled the distance between them, preventing Domingo from getting closer and making it inconvenient for him to use his crossbow. The black whip was poisoned, with the tip engraved with blood groves. Once it entered the human body, the injured person in question would die due to poison and blood loss from the gaping wound.

The black whip danced in the air, moving almost too fast for the naked eye and absolutely leaving no room for escape. Even if Domingo could avoid one or two blows, he wouldn’t be able to avoid every single blow.

But the man’s figure suddenly disappeared right in front of Tang Ji’s eyes.

By the time Tang Ji realized that the situation wasn’t good, an arrow was already pressed against his lower back, the arrowhead already sinking into his skin.

Domingo seemed to have the ability to move behind Tang Ji in an instant and, the moment he did so, he stabbed with an arrow. Before the arrow could fully pierce his body, Tang Ji fiercely twisted backward and raised his leg. As he moved his body to avoid the arrow, he smashed his knee viciously at Domingo’s head.

But, Domingo’s body disappeared again.

This time, he reappeared beside Tang Ji. Taking advantage of the weakness in Tang Ji’s posture, he ruthlessly slammed his fist into Tang Ji’s lower back!

The lower back was the most important point of balance for the whole body. Tang Ji had no choice but to stop his offensive. He rolled a few times in the snow before finally coming to a stop. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Domingo, whose hair wasn’t even messed up.

Why was he able to make the absolutely most correct decision every time, both defending and attacking with the upmost precision?

Also…in this person, he clearly felt the power of time.

Who was he?

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“Fuck…”

Cui Zuojing laid buried under a layer of snow. He quietly opened his eyes and said the word that would best describe his mood at this exact moment.

That idiot. If he wanted to kill him, just come straight ahead and try it. What was the reason for this avalanche?!

Since he was buried under snow, Cui Zuojing only felt that his senses were dulled. And then, what immediately transmitted to his brain was the sharp sensation of pain.

The protective suit resisted most of the impact for him but being slapped onto the ground by many tons of snow was still painful.

At the very last moment, he’d protected his head with both arms. Because of this, his helmet was still intact and was able to provide him with sufficient oxygen. This, combined with the protective suit, which maintained a constant temperature of 20 degrees celsius, saved him from some of the deadly problems that came with being buried under an avalanche.

Static sounds came from the team’s communication channel, indicating that there was a problem with the connection. Cui Zuojing tested it with a few hellos but didn’t receive a reply and so he stopped the futile efforts.

He spit out a little bit of saliva, and due to the saliva’s direction, he was able to judge that he was lying face down. After waiting a while to ensure that the avalanche had ended, he began to slowly dig his way toward the surface.

Five minutes later, a head appeared on the white snowy ground. Cui Zuojing shook the snow off his helmet and looked around vigilantly, searching for J and his snake.

Fortunately, the sword hadn’t been swept away and was still attached to his waist.

After some time, Cui Zuojing slowly stood up from the snow. However, he still couldn’t find a trace of J.

How strange. It stood to reason that the Queen’s person would thoroughly implement the principle of killing someone while he was down…

Where was he hiding? Cui Zuojing became more vigilant.

He waited tensely for a long time, but the enemy’s attack didn’t come as expected. Then, ten meters away, a helmet suddenly popped straight out of the snow like a gopher.

Lin Hangzhi adjusted his crooked helmet several times. When he saw Cui Zuojing looking at him without speaking, he opened his face shield and shouted, “Couldn’t you hear me–”

“My communication device is down. It seems to be broken.” Cui Zuojing waded through the snow and pulled Lin Hangzhi out.

“Mine should still be fine. I heard Linhai speaking just now.” Lin Hangzhi took a few breaths and looked worriedly at the top of the mountain where the sound that had caused the avalanche came from. Now that the snow had poured into the valley, the place looked different from how it was before. For a moment, Lin Hangzhi couldn’t tell where they were.

“We shouldn’t have been swept too far out…” He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and asked worriedly, “Why was someone shouting just now? Were there other people besides us in the box? Was it an NPC or another pilgrim?”

“Neither.” Cui Zuojing finally confirmed that J wasn’t present. He was full of doubts and couldn’t understand J’s motive. Why hadn’t J taken advantage of the avalanche to launch an attack? “That was the person who wanted to kill me.”

Lin Hangzhi exclaimed, “Ah?!”

“I told you before that there was a curse on me, which froze my time at 16. The person who placed the curse on me was the Queen. The person who is trying to kill me is her heir.”

Lin Hangzhi was stunned. It took him five seconds to understand and digest Cui Zuojing’s words, and he said, “Since that person is the queen’s heir, he must be very powerful. Are you in a lot of danger?”

“He’s very powerful but not invincible.” Seeing Lin Hangzhi’s lack of surprise, Cui Zuojing’s eyebrows rose. “You don’t seem surprised at all?”

Lin Hangzhi smiled. “I guessed a long time ago that you must have many secrets. You are so powerful, so how can you be an ordinary prisoner? The fact that Dong Zheng was able to form a blood contract with you wasn’t simple.”

“Whether it was simple or not simple, I couldn’t say. Anyway, when I met him, the two brothers were still a pair of weak chickens.”

Lin Hangzhi rubbed his chin, “Let me guess… Back then, you, Fu Zhe and Uncle belonged to the same team. You did something that caused the Queen to become interested in you and thus placed a curse on you. Regarding what drew her interest…was it that you wanted to usurp her throne? Or kill her?”

Seeing that Lin Hangzhi seemed to be accepting it fairly well, Cui Zuojing was relieved. He said, “The reason I haven’t told you was because I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to accept it. After all, not everyone has the courage to face the highest existence in the Pure White Realm. Now that you know my secret, you can choose to follow me or go your own way.”

Lin Hangzhi asked deliberately, “What if I won’t follow you?”

Cui Zuojing also deliberately made his voice sound fierce. “Then, it would be very easy to kill you now.”

Lin Hangzhi hurriedly raised his hands. “We’ve been teammates for so long. Everyone’s matter is my matter. Just as long as you don’t mind that I might not be useful enough. Anyway, are you really that fierce, ah?”

“Oh, silly human, are you scared?”

Lin Hangzhi nodded. He wanted to talk to Cui Zuojing more when he heard Dong Zheng through the communicator, “Hangzhi, how are things there? Is A’Zuo with you? Is he okay?”

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Xixi: I know Cui Zuojing can be ruthless when he has to, but from the context, I think he was just kidding about killing Lin Hangzhi?

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