Chapter 1619 - 835: Audience (Thanks to Book Friend 160324151808887, the Alliance Hierarch)

"The lock effect of Wolf's Mouth is absolute; I couldn't evade it, nor can I currently modify or counter it."

Ji Jue sighed regretfully and shrugged: "So, I could only settle for less. When the Circle Realm collapsed, I used my own Circle Realm, from inside to outside, to carve out a crack..."

What on earth?

Inaya's expression grew increasingly bewildered: Brother, are you joking?

It's truly too incredible.

Then, right before him, Ji Jue raised his hands and clapped them together—dual Circle Realm overlap and intertwine, triggering exponential qualitative change.

At the moment those palms opened again, the two Invisible Circle Realms collided and excited, causing an instant eruption. The self-destruction of the Circle Realm inflicted damage on Wolf's Mouth!

Unable to escape the lock, then escape out of the Circle Realm.

It exhausted all of Ji Jue's strength, drained the remaining spiritual essence, and finally grasped that minuscule probability in his hands!

Before Wolf's Mouth closed, at last, he pried out a small crack between the teeth.

A crack is still a crack, no matter how minuscule and insignificant, but when the crack appears, the probability of escape becomes certain.

Just like a lizard losing its tail, sacrificing merely one hand to pry open the crack. The inevitable kill, supposed to be inescapable, lost its direction in front of Ji Jue.

This is a method others would never use.

Wouldn't even consider.

After all, let alone if it will succeed, it will definitely greatly deplete the completion and internal stability of one's Circle Realm, even harming oneself, causing irreparable damage.

But... Non-Attack simply doesn't have such concerns!

Ji Jue's Circle Realm, to flatteringly put it, is simplifying complexity to the extreme; bluntly put, it's just a blank slate, narrow in range, not constant even if we ignore that, internally empty, what is there to lose?

It exists only within Ji Jue's hands, momentarily fleeting. Every time the hands open and close, fingers bend and stretch, it's a complete reformation, consuming it couldn't be simpler.

"..."

After listening, Inaya also fell silent, hesitated several times, not knowing what to say, never witnessed someone playing it this shamelessly, ultimately could only sigh:

"As expected of the Wolf Lord, effortlessly achieving what we can't."

"Just no choice, only because my Circle Realm wasn't sufficient, had to find another path."

Ji Jue shrugged, without feeling ashamed, the only regret and helplessness was that the practice level was still too low. After pondering for so long, the skill of [Moshou] still remained incomprehensible, hard to claim mastery.

Need more practice.

But walking this path, feet always feel a bit tight, constantly ache faintly.

What's going on?

Oh, turned out Heavenly Furnace Old Dog put me in a tight spot!

Thinking of it, Ji Jue couldn't help gnashing his teeth, Heavenly Furnace Old Dog, don't let me catch you! Otherwise, next, the Evil Transformation Saint Master will rid the world of this great menace!

This is no ordinary problem a Federation civil servant can solve. Someday I'll secretly dress up and retake an Empire exam!

Master of Glory, resolved with determination!

And on the other side of the Oasis, amidst the dim night, chaos subtly brewed.

Early when Inaya revealed his true face, the aura of the Wolf had already spread afar, and when the Circle Realm unfolded, most within the Oasis were alarmed.

Amidst the shimmering lake and shadows of trees, four or five blurred silhouettes appeared instantly, closing in quickly, but then abruptly stopped, halting beyond the boundary.

A stooped, elderly figure stood in front.

That old Priest, always guarding the dungeon, rarely venturing forth.

"No big deal." He yawned, smacked his lips, and slowly waved his hand: "Everyone, go back, don't make a fuss."

"Dabit, what are you meddling with?"

Amidst the shimmering lake and shadows of trees, those silhouettes immediately stirred, fixating on the old Priest, anxious and uneasy: "Inaya, what's the matter?! Who is the intruder?!"

"No enemies, it's just Inaya wanting to stretch his muscles."

Dabit calmly said: "He is already the leader, does he have to report everything to us old folks?"

Suddenly, the figures in the shadows fell silent, seemingly relaxed, yet still couldn't conceal their suspicion, glancing at the turbulent area, contemplating and speculating.

"Dabit, tell me..." A hoarse voice of a woman arose, asking hesitantly: "Is this related to that lord?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Dabit's expression instantly turned cold, murky eyes sparked a cold light: "Do you intend to spy on the heritage, usurp the king's affairs?!"

For a moment, the Oasis was silent, no one spoke.

Only the old Priest waved: "Alright, go back, standing here like this, what does it mean? Though that lord doesn't wish to see you, supporting Inaya has already revealed his stance. Persisting will only annoy the Honorable One. Haven't we waited enough all these years, still can't wait a few more days?"

No response.

Only within a sigh-like breeze, one silhouette after another disappeared.

Under the gradually bright moonlight, Dabit remained standing, gazing at the Oasis ahead, seemingly deep in thought.

Until footsteps gradually echoed in the distance.

Inaya returned.

"Elder Dabit?" He was briefly puzzled: "Are you out for a stroll? Really rare."