The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

"Bang!"

Jiang Zhi felt his heart being forcibly squeezed.

"You seem to want to die..." The Bishop of Despair's blood-red killing intent was about to overwhelm.

"No, just joking."

Jiang Zhi immediately dropped his sarcastic tone used with Su Buxian, knowing that it's fine to joke around with strength, but without it, it's courting death.

He couldn't imitate his own Sect Hierarch.

"Well, sir, you must have the wrong person, I'm just... an inconspicuous little member of The Hustlers Sect, a nameless nobody..." Jiang Zhi recognized the situation decisively.

At this very moment.

"Boom!"

An Nan also charged in, a true ally wanting to rescue Jiang Zhi even knowing the opponent was the Abyss Bishop.

But the Bishop of Despair snorted coldly, and with control over Jiang Zhi's body, raised his hand to launch a terrifying attack directly at An Nan.

At the same time, the horrifying strength made Jiang Zhi's body bleed from seven orifices and begin to crack, considering it wouldn't so gently regard the host's body.

Jiang Zhi's life was now firmly in the bishop's grasp.

A few more bursts of power, and Jiang Zhi would turn to blood mist.

Even though An Nan blocked the attack carrying Abyss Power, his figure still trembled; after all, it hailed from the projection of the Ancient Battlefield, and even if only one percent of its power was available, a sequence six could barely withstand it.

He was just about to unleash his divinity to break free of bindings.

"You... seem to be..." The Bishop of Despair squinted slightly, reached out with a massive hand, and the black fog directly seized An Nan.

An Nan's expression was grave, intending to unleash the divinity within him, yet... his eyes flashed with hesitation, gazing silently at everything within the Sky Dome, then silently endured.

It wasn't the time yet.

Jiang Zhi lamented with no tears: "Brother, you really have the wrong person."

"Um... how about letting me off? No matter who you're looking for, I can guide and testify for you."

In the face of perilous desperate situations, survival was paramount; the key is...

Jiang Zhi was certain that the bishop definitely had the wrong person, or perhaps the unclaimed light group he just found was the Abyss Bishop's target?

Anyway, he's just a small fry, how could he be targeted?

"Mistaken identity?" The Bishop of Despair curled a sinister smile, speaking slowly.

"I'm... looking for someone, and according to the clues provided by my subordinates, his name, and the title he holds, are used only by you..."

Jiang Zhi and An Nan exchanged looks of skeptical change.

"That title... is it Wu Yanzhu?" Jiang Zhi reckoned if Su Buxian were here, he'd surely say that.

And laugh annoyingly.

But he couldn't, he's a normal person, uttering such words would get him headshot.

Moreover, he already felt something was amiss.

Until the Bishop of Despair shrouded them in black fog, filled with intense killing intent, revealing a frigid smile: "The Hustlers Sect, Su Buxian, don't you dare say you don't know..."

Jiang Zhi and An Nan's faces twitched slightly.

In the Starfire channel, the two frantically communicated.

"Really after Brother Su?" An Nan's voice was solemn.

"No, you thought of it too, how could I not realize it?" Jiang Zhi lamented, "Aren't we just a small sect? Su Buxian getting into trouble with a Venerable is one thing, but how could he provoke... a presence like the Abyss Great Archbishop."

"You must have faith in Brother Su." An Nan held back for a long time before speaking.

??

Those words don't fit here!!

Moreover, this is an ancient entity from the Old Days.

The enmity and killing intent it harbors seem as though Su Buxian... did something akin to annihilating its entire family.

"So, still insisting you don't know?"

"This person..." Jiang Zhi's voice quivered: "We're not close."

The black fog formed sharp fangs, pressed against the throats of both men:

"Where is Su Buxian?"

Jiang Zhi gritted his teeth slightly, wanting to curse fervently, 'How would I know either?'

This series of misadventures put both him and An Nan as lone wolves in someone else's organization from the beginning, and it reached this critical moment with no appearance.

Every façade is deceitful.

Instead, the enemies provoked are beyond expectation.

The Bishop of Despair wasn't anxious; even if these two spoke not a word, it had myriad ways to extract information, though a bit cruel.

Its black fog was spreading, inching toward the two, capable of infiltrating their sequence and gradually probing their soul memories.

Jiang Zhi anxiously glanced at An Nan, preparing to ask if he had any solution, but noticed the hesitation in An Nan's expression, with something seemingly held within him.

Brother An Nan still has a trump card?

"Use your trump card quickly, Brother An, it's no time for hesitation, we're going to die."

An Nan sighed hoarsely: "Sorry... It's not the time yet..."

He couldn't use his trump card, at least not now; once employed, both he and Jiang Zhi beside him would meet the most terrifying siege.

He had to admit he'd hidden much, whether from Jiang Zhi or Su Qi.

His presence in that Old Days Gate World wasn't merely due to the ancient battlefield incident; other reasons justified so many demigods guarding him.

And no matter what, he had to... persist to the end.

However.

At this moment.

An immersive transmission appeared in their vision, a voice echoing in their ears.

[You two, the situation seems dire, and it appears you need our help]

Jiang Zhi paused slightly.

He immediately realized the identity of the other, as members of The Hustlers Sect had just contacted them in another gigantic palace.