The songstresses were still immersed in an illusion like a mirage.

They were utterly unaware of the impending danger.

The people upstairs remained quiet for a long time, prompting those below to check.

But as soon as these people popped their heads up.

Suddenly, they felt the world spinning!

Their ears roared!

They knelt directly on the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices.

A grandmaster of the zither can kill with sound!

Upon hearing it, one would instantly die!

The sounds of fighting outside grew louder, but the top floor of the tavern seemed like a paradise, devoid of any danger.

Occasionally, someone would come up, but they would die instantly.

The Moon Villa was large, and people rushed in one after another, unaware of the unique presence here.

"Master, our people have already arrived here. However, finding one person in the complex Moon Villa is like searching for a needle in the sea!"

The Guard Commander Breck Pendleton spoke out.

Beside him, Cold Nelson was disguised as a soldier, his eyes fixed on the situation in the city.

"How much longer until the people from Boulevard arrive?"

Cold Nelson asked in a low voice.

"According to our spy's information, Boulevard's people will arrive in half an hour." Breck Pendleton looked troubled, "Master, we don't have a good way to deal with the Undead Tribe. If a fight breaks out, we might not have the upper hand."

Demarco Mount had some advantages against the Undead Tribe, but they were not apparent.

Eliezer Pine was from the Undead Tribe and naturally knew how to kill them, but those weapons couldn't be used recklessly at crucial moments.

"Boulevard's entire force has been deployed; we should just wipe them out!" Cold Nelson said coldly, "Use all the weapons we bought from the Funeral Alliance! In this battle, we must not only obtain the Heavenly Scroll but also annihilate the traitors!"

They suspected that the master from Boulevard might be a fake.

But the true master's whereabouts were widely speculated on.

It was suspected that Julius Reed planned to stay hidden until both sides were exhausted before making a move!

Cold Nelson wouldn't give him this chance!

A double-ended defeat?

Not going to happen!

"Master, without orders from Eliezer Pine, your rash actions..."

Smack!

Cold Nelson slapped Breck Pendleton across the face. "Exactly who is the master here, me or her! Eliezer Pine, Eliezer Pine! Do I even matter in your eyes!"

"Yes, Master." Breck Pendleton lowered his head, covering his face, "I'll relay your orders right away."

"Our people will withdraw first. Once they find the Heavenly Scroll, we will surround the city. Otherwise, we don't have an advantage in numbers since some of our forces are still at Dusty Platform." Cold Nelson looked at the chaotic situation at Moon Villa, chuckling coldly, "Boulevard has indeed sent its entire force! But I'm not sure about the state of this graveyard at Moon Villa."

"Relay the order, bring out our weapons, retreat ten miles, and once Boulevard's people go inside, we'll surround them." Cold Nelson turned and got into a car to leave.

Searching this way was no different from searching for a needle in the sea.

And the aggressive approach of Boulevard's people implied they likely knew where the Heavenly Scroll was.

Above the tavern, the zither music stopped.

The songstresses snapped out of it and, upon seeing the ground littered with corpses, couldn't help but scream!

"Just some dead bodies, can they still kill you?"

Julius Reed handed the trembling zither back to the songstress, holding a cup of wine himself as he stood by the railing.

Demarco Mount's people came quickly and left just as fast.

It seemed they only intended to trap him.

But what was the point?

The curious thing for Julius Reed was why Devlin would claim the Heavenly Scroll was in his possession?

Could he not realize that a random guess turned out to be true?

Caressing the Heavenly Scroll hidden on his chest, Julius Reed downed the wine in his cup.

After this battle, the forces on both sides would be nearly depleted.

Only the situation with Eliezer Pine remained unclear.

Pruitt Wilde had yet to revive, but if progress continued, it would likely be soon.

Various factions continued to send both genuine and false remnants over.

As if everyone wanted to throw the world into deeper chaos.

Julius Reed looked at the Dragon King Ring on his hand, feeling the constant roaring from within.

Thirty miles outside Moon Villa.

Larkin Davenport led the Undead Tribe's army and the Boulevard martial artists, marching grandly through a narrow path, having annihilated a few smaller factions along the way, heading straight for Moon Villa.

The Boulevard martial artists from the Black Pine League cooperated from within, directly subduing those middle factions, smoothly joining forces.

However, West Tower was nowhere to be found.

The temporary commander became Brant Fairbanks.

In just a few days, this Ocean Academy director had funneled all his disciples into a small universe.

He had also gradually won over those martial artists.

With the secret support of disciples sent from the academy, Brant Fairbanks controlled an elite team nearing a hundred members!

These individuals strengthened significantly, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon within the small universe!

Some directly became grandmasters, while some grandmasters nearly touched the breakthrough threshold!

With them, Brant Fairbanks could do what he wanted.

Estimations suggest West Tower has likely perished.

No chance to return to Ocean Academy to help eliminate his hindrances.

But it doesn't matter.

With such an opportunity, Brant Fairbanks decided to dominate first, and if he could seize fame in a battle at Dusty Platform, returning to the academy to eliminate obstacles wouldn't be difficult.

Just a pity for West Tower.

"Brothers, Demarco Mount's people have quite a few here, seems like they're aiming to capture Han Caldwell alive. But they really underestimate us!"

Larkin Davenport stood atop a vehicle, raising his hand and shouting, "Today, it is my honor to command all forces! I don't believe we can't conquer a ruined town! Second Battalion Commander, bring your suicide squad out and guard the perimeter for me!"

"For the rest, if Demarco Mount's riffraff dare to surround us, we'll coordinate inside and out to eliminate them!"

"Attack the town, save Han Caldwell!"

The Undead Tribe mostly belonged to Han Caldwell, each eager and brimming with murderous intent!

"Goddammit, attack!"

Larkin Davenport grabbed his hat and threw it fiercely to the ground, "Just bulldoze through for me!"

"Kill!"

Tens of thousands of undead troops surged like a tide, charging straight ahead!

"Damn, this world's truly a mess! Don't know where the sword cultivators went! Thankfully, this person left, peace restored."

The people on the streets resumed their activity.

Someone sat on a toilet, phoning a neighbor, "These people are like bandits, luckily they're gone."

Bam!

Just as the words were spoken.

The restroom door was kicked open.

An entirely pale man lifted him from the toilet.

"Brother, what are you doing!"

The person on the toilet panicked.

"It's fine, take your time eating."

Bang!

The undead tossed him aside after looking at his face, then turned to leave.

Outside the city.

"Master, the entire undead army has entered." Breck Pendleton, holding a pitch-black long knife, reported loudly.

"Good! Very good! Now, wipe out this crowd completely! Kill!"

With Cold Nelson's command, Demarco Mount's people galloped on horseback, charging straight for Moon Villa!

Julius Reed sat inside the tavern.

He picked up a flute and played a tune.

Ambush from Ten Sides.

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