Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 815 - 813: At Least We Didn’t Drop the Ball (Second Update)

Chapter 815: Chapter 813: At Least We Didn’t Drop the Ball (Second Update)

After the Dragon Spirit crawled out and saw that the nearby area was just an empty grassland, a hint of doubt flashed in its eyes.

No matter how much those Black Robed People trust their methods, he had just caused such a commotion.

Yet, those Black Robed People did not charge out immediately; this was very strange.

The Dragon Spirit looked around.

Its eyes soon revealed surprise.

If he hadn’t known for certain that this was the center region of Death Mountain, he might even think this was an ancestral land of a hidden Great Clan.

To say it was a utopian domain wouldn’t be an exaggeration, completely different from the suffocating feeling of the Death Mountain he had witnessed before.

Though it was the same territory, it felt like a completely different world.

The people from the Special Administration Bureau also finally crawled out at this moment.

They had all explored the outskirts of Death Mountain and knew what it should be like inside.

Seeing the state here now, their shock was even more exaggerated than the Dragon Spirit’s before.

"Isn’t this the central region of Death Mountain?"

The person who spoke immediately felt that all their previous experience and legends were complete nonsense.

This place isn’t scary at all; it seems more like someone’s private estate.

"Look at those flowers, I’ve never seen them before. They must be a new species!"

"This place looks tranquil and remote. If I didn’t know it was within Death Mountain, I’d think it was some kind of retreat!"

Yan Ming was the last to climb up; as soon as he did, he heard these words.

Compared to the people from the Special Administration Bureau, he knew even more clearly that anything specially cultivated here by the Black Robed People, whether plant or animal, is definitely not simple.

At the very least, they’re not meant for viewing pleasure.

He instinctively reminded them, "Everyone must be careful; things here are extremely dangerous."

Yan Ming’s mind was working rapidly at this moment; he once heard the incense master mention casually.

It seemed to be about those Black Robed People who operated outside; though they seemed like outsiders, they could have some freedom.

Unlike them, who seemed high-level but actually lived precariously. If they made any mistake, they couldn’t even predict how they would die.

Since then, he became more careful and instinctively paid attention to those around the incense master.

According to his later statistics, four people always accompanied the incense master, and in ten years, they had been replaced at least twice.

Before, he thought those people had other matters to handle.

Now, seeing the area flourishing with flowers and grass, Yan Ming’s intuition told him maybe those people weren’t simply replaced but died.

The people from the Special Administration Bureau, upon suddenly hearing Yan Ming’s words, immediately contained their previous sentimental expressions.

If someone else had said that, they might have been skeptical.

But since this was said by someone who had been lurking among the Black Robed People for over a decade, even if he wasn’t in the core level, he could glimpse some things.

Knowing that this place seemed like a utopia but was actually very dangerous.

Everyone quickly huddled close, forming a circle with backs against each other.

This way, no matter what comes up to attack them suddenly here, it couldn’t break their defense.

"Brother Long, where do we go now?"

There were no obvious landmarks around, like being in the ocean without a lighthouse or radar to guide; they had no idea which direction to go.

The Dragon Spirit also had no direction.

At this moment, if some Black Robed People showed up or another Great Demon appeared, it would be nice.

Then they could catch them and find the route from their mouths.

"Since we lack direction, let’s start causing destruction to force them out!"

The people from the Special Administration Bureau thought that was a good idea.

Causing destruction is easy as long as you have hands.

Everyone immediately took out their Magic Artifacts and began attacking the visible flowers and plants.

After all, since this was the place of the Black Robed People, destroying it wouldn’t be heart-wrenching at all.

Just as their attacks fell upon those flowers and plants.

The previous peaceful scene, like a picture of utopia, suddenly changed.

The seemingly fragile and beautiful flowers and plants didn’t wilt or wither from the attacks.

Instead, it seemed they were stimulated and directly transformed dramatically, akin to exaggerated scenes from anime.

The flowers and plants grew tens to hundreds of times bigger, instantly surrounding the grassland.

Like a birdcage rising from the ground, then gathering in mid-air, turning the bright day into night.

This now perfectly matched the image of Death Mountain’s central region they anticipated before.

These entwining flowers and grasses brought a more terrifying pressure than the trees inside Death Mountain itself.

"Is this the true face of Death Mountain’s central region?"

Though the scene in front was somewhat eerie, the people from the Special Administration Bureau managed to stay composed.

Yan Ming felt the Prohibition within his body pulse, his expression suddenly changing.

"This flower cage can absorb the Essence Blood of the life trapped inside, everyone be careful."

If it weren’t for the tampered death prohibition inside him, he’d likely be dead here now.

The Dragon Spirit sensed the rapid disappearance of blood aura in Yan Ming’s body.

He directly knocked him out with a palm strike then tossed him into the domain just opened.

"You all get in too!"

These essence-absorbing flowers and plants were all spirits.

Even though these Special Administration Bureau people had some skills, they were still fragile flesh and blood.

The Dragon Spirit wasn’t keen on meddling too much, but since these people called him Brother Long.

Apparently, due to Yun Ran’s various subtle influences, he had developed quite a bit of human kindness.

The Special Administration Bureau members, seeing the Dragon Spirit open a domain, were shocked but managed not to lose their heads.

They swiftly dashed inside.

The Dragon Spirit was quite satisfied not to have any stragglers.

If these people behaved like those in some idiotic TV series, knowing they’re weak yet insist on shouting ’No, we must advance and retreat together’.

He might really have kicked them straight to death.

Seeing everyone had entered the domain, the Dragon Spirit’s icy gaze turned to a flower that opened its big mouth toward him.