CHAPTER 152 — THE ONE WHO SPLIT
Zehell's laughter did not echo.
It layered.
It rippled across the pale plane like invisible fractures spreading through glass.
"Longyu!" Long Hao shouted again.
Nothing answered.
Zehell tilted her head slightly, green hair shifting across her shoulder. Her eyes glowed faintly now—no longer warm brown, but something deeper. Ancient. Measured.
"You're still calling for her?" she asked softly.
The faintest hint of amusement curved her lips.
"How touching."
Long Hao's fists tightened. Void flickered around his knuckles, unstable after her last touch.
"She will answer," he said through clenched teeth.
Zehell's smile widened.
Then—
The ground beneath him erupted.
Not stone.
Not sand.
Vines.
Black and white tendrils burst from the pale surface, twisting upward with unnatural speed. They coiled around his legs before he could step back.
He slashed downward instinctively—
Void slicing through three, four, five—
