"Whew~"

A whistle came suddenly, growing from distant to near.

"Lu?" The tusk-faced creature turned its head to look.

As soon as it saw a member of the Human Clan, a fierce light flashed in its eyes!

With a sudden flick of its sharp claws, the tusk-faced creature tightly gripped a Wolf Fang Club.

The long Wolf Fang Club, made of pure energy, looked as though it was carved from stone.

Not only was it covered in spikes, it also bore several cracks.

Such poorly-made weapons often led people to underestimate them, assuming they'd shatter on first impact.

But that was not the case!

The tusk-faced creature might look simple and unrefined, but inside it was sly and devious.

This seemingly fragile Wolf Fang Club was one of its tricks for deceiving enemies.

"What the—?" Lu Ran raised an eyebrow slightly from behind the window.

Not because of the tusk-faced creature, but because of the Moon Gazer who had come to kill.

Under the dim streetlight of the residential area, a figure sped past with double swords in hand.

In such a cold rainy night, was this person actually bare-chested?

This was a middle-aged man with a rugged face and an imposing aura!

And the red bandana wrapped around his head clearly declared his identity.

The cold rain poured on his robust body, droplets trickling down those bulging muscles...

"Give me a break," Lu Ran muttered under his breath.

Indeed, a Red Cloth Believer!

No need for a Battle Roar with such visual impact.

A scene-stealer from the moment he arrived!

"Hisss!" The tusk-faced creature let out a low growl, its head jerking upward sharply.

The ragged bamboo hat on its head tossed up a curtain of raindrops.

Ten meters away, two long tusks suddenly appeared, thrusting upwards at a slant with vicious intent.

"Hmph!" The bare-chested man showed no intention of dodging and kept charging forward.

His twin swords sliced horizontally, and a hint of red light abruptly emerged upon the blades.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The sharp tusks were not cut through, but were knocked aside and pushed away by the swords.

"Ha!" The bare-chested man stamped his foot and leaped up, his double swords slashing fiercely towards the tusk-faced creature.

The tusk-faced one brought up its Wolf Fang Club to block.

With the swords and club crashing heavily against each other, bursts of light flared from the cracks in the Wolf Fang Club.

"Crack!"

The club didn't shatter, but it emitted a crisp cracking noise.

Thick energy violently exploded around it, mixed with a barrage of pebbles scattering everywhere.

Lu Ran instinctively ducked and covered his face.

However, he did not wait for the pebbles to shatter the window.

The clattering sounds were incessant, but none fell on the residential building.

Filled with worry, Lu Ran quickly leaped to the window to look out.

He saw that the body of the bare-chested man was now wrapped in streams of water.

This was the Humans Clan believers' universal Divine Technique—Water Flow Armor.

Back in the River Realm, Lu Ran too could emit Divine Power, possessing this spell.

The exploding pebbles didn't claim the life of the bare-chested man.

Nor did they even reach the residential building.

Because a giant red flag had been planted on the community lawn.

A light red shield had sprung up ahead of time, blocking the explosive blast and pebbles within the inside area.

Red Cloth Divine Skill·Red Cloth Domain!

There was a saying among the Red Cloth Believers:

"Once this flag is raised between us, only one will live to walk away!"

To this, the tusk-faced creature said: Bullshit!

"Hisss!" It roared skyward.

In an instant, a demonic wind rose up!

Once again, a mass of finely broken rocks appeared amidst the elemental winds, swirling wildly in every direction.

Evil Technique·Shattered Stone Chaos!

"River Realm tusk-face, level three or above, I need support!" The bare-chested man retreated several steps, calling out loudly.

His expression was incredibly rigid. Under the chaotic storm of pebbles, the Divine Power in his body became disordered.

The red flag, lacking energy from the caster, faded away quietly.

Not only that, but even the Water Flow Armor on the man's body was growing thinner, as if it might vanish at any moment!

"Hehe~" The tusk-faced creature grinned sinisterly.

Suddenly, a ghostly face spread out from its own, forming into a giant visage.

Green face with protruding fangs, it was extremely horrifying!

Evil Technique·Tusk Face!

This spell could instill fear, much more potent than the Immortal Sheep faction's Divine Technique·Immortal Pupil.

Lu Ran's Immortal Eyes could only amplify the fear within a person's heart.

Moreover, he had to lock gazes with his target.

The tusk-faced creature, however, did not require these preconditions and could directly terrorize its opponent.

"Gulp." Lu Ran swallowed.

From his vantage point of watching the battle, he could see the side of the giant tusk-face.

Even so, Lu Ran felt a wave of panic inside.

"Ha!" A sudden Battle Roar helped Lu Ran shake off the anxiety.

"Don't stand in front of the window!" The bare-chested man roared, "Turn off the light, close the curtains, and hide!"

"Hisss!"

The tusk-faced creature immediately charged forward, swinging its Wolf Fang Club and smashing towards the bare-chested man.

The man quickly dodged to the side, his single sword shining with red light, and slashed fiercely upward.

It was clear that under the disruption of the demon winds and pebbles, the Red Cloth Believer could only use part of his Divine Technique.

"Crack—"

The blade smeared with red light directly cut through the tusk-faced creature's straw coat.

A stream of blood sprayed from its body, spraying into the night sky.

At the same time, the tusk-faced creature's Wolf Fang Club struck the ground and exploded once again.

The Water Flow Armor of the bare-chested man shattered, and he was sent flying backward.

Red Cloth Believers, true hard men!

Even when subdued, they did not take a single step back.

Such a tactic of trading wounds for wounds, and life for life...

No wonder the mortality rate among Red Cloth Believers was consistently high.

"Chen Jing, get the hell back!" a roar pierced the night sky.

A blood-red figure descended from above, the man wearing a blood-colored battle robe, reaching down.

Blood-colored Chains immediately bound the tusk-faced creature's arm that held the Wolf Fang Club.

Clearly, the newcomer was a Prisoner Demon believer.

"Hisss... Roar!!"

The tusk-faced creature cried out in anger, attempting to rip off the chains from its arm.

Unexpectedly, spikes began to grow on the blood-colored chains?

"Ah!" The tusk-faced creature screamed as its arm was punctured by multiple bloody holes.

In pain, it dropped the Wolf Fang Club it was holding onto the ground.

"Spit!" The man known as Chen Jing tilted his head and spat a mouthful of blood.

Lying on the lawn, he kicked the ground with force and rushed toward the tusk-faced creature!

"Chen Jing!" the Prisoner Demon believer hurriedly descended, calling out loudly.

At the same time, he flung an iron chain in an attempt to strangle the tusk-faced creature's neck but was blocked by its other arm.

"Whoosh~"

The tusk-faced creature realized the incoming attack and churned with energy all over.

"Die!!"

Chen Jing's double swords chopped down at the tusk-faced creature.

In a critical moment, the tusk-faced creature's body stiffened as though it turned to stone.

The swords fell on what seemed like a hard stone statue, making a crisp sound.

The massive recoil numbed Chen Jing's hands.

His hands were knocked aside, leaving him wide open!

At the same time, the "stonified" tusk-faced creature returned to normal.

"Hehe~" It glared at its close enemy, its green eyes filled with lethal fury, seething with killing intent!

Its arms were bound, but it could still lunge forward with its head.

Chen Jing's eyes widened in fury, and as he laid back to dodge, he helplessly watched the tusk-faced creature raise its long fangs...

"Meh~~~"

Suddenly, a sheep's bleat emerged!

From a family on the first floor, originating from a slightly open window crack.

"Hm?"

The tusk-faced creature, intending to thrust forward, now suddenly turned its head, looking toward the back right.

Behind the window, Lu Ran was pressing the little calico cat against the window sill, allowing it to struggle wildly.

His eyes, heavy with death, stared distantly at the tusk-faced creature as he spoke again:

"Meh."

"Zi—"

With the blade glowing red, Chen Jing's double swords swept across the neck of the tusk-faced creature.

A head wearing a bamboo hat soared high, spilling copious amounts of blood.

"Pfft~"

Before the head even hit the ground, the headless body crumbled into a dense mist along with the blood mixed in the rain.

It was like a surreal nightmare.

"Kid!" Chen Jing looked far toward the first floor of the residential building, seeing the silhouette behind the window, "Didn't I tell you to close the curtains and hide?"

Lu Ran, however, ignored him and softly called, "Meh~"

This time, it wasn't the Sound of Despair anymore but the genuine Voice of Compassion.

The furiously struggling calico cat in his grasp, feeling its hunting instinct dissipate rapidly, immediately calmed down.

"Sorry." Lu Ran picked up the little calico again.

Imitating Jiang Ruyi, he gently kissed the small fuzzy head of the calico.

Yet his gaze remained fixed on the direction of the Red Cloth Believer, Chen Jing.

More accurately, he watched a Dead Soul slowly drift over from that direction.

"Hisss!"

"Hisss!" The tusk-faced creature's soul struggled furiously.

Perhaps due to dying so swiftly, it wasn't in pain but filled with rage and reluctance.

However, no matter how reluctant it was, it could only obediently drift towards Lu Ran.

Lu Ran's somber eyes exerted an irresistible pull, forcibly drawing the struggling soul into them.

"Meow~" The little calico cat whimpered softly.

Although Lu Ran covered its eyes, it didn't stop the cat from wriggling in his arms, exposing its belly.

"Kid, if you don't listen, I'll have to dock your points!" Chen Jing approached.

Lu Ran's cold horizontal pupils clearly had no effect on the heroic Red Cloth Believer.

Lu Ran retorted, "Uncle, follow orders. Don't be reckless next time."

"Oh?" Such words stunned Chen Jing.

"And another thing." Lu Ran slowly closed the window with a trace of a smile on his face, "No need to thank me."

"What the hell?" Chen Jing was completely dumbfounded.

Not only did he get a lecture, but this kid...

Was he that cool?

The Prisoner Demon believer snorted: "Over thirty years old and not living as well as a kid."

Chen Jing didn't answer, instead stepping forward: "No, I need to know his name!"

"Whoosh~~~"

The sounds of fluttering clothes came from the night sky, growing closer.

The two Moon Gazers looked up warily, scanning the night sky.

Yet, they saw a figure in a yellow raincoat, speeding towards them and diving towards the house on the first floor.

"Ms. Deng?" The Prisoner Demon believer seemed to recognize the newcomer.

Or rather, all Moon Gazers from Rain Alley City recognized the senior leader dispatched from Yunshan City's Divine People Bureau.

Deng Yuxiang paid no attention to the two.

She landed with a touch of dishevelment and a pale face, collapsing in front of the window on the first floor.

"Clap!"

Inside, Lu Ran suddenly turned his head.

He saw a slender pale hand pressed against the window.

A familiar voice came through, "Lu Ran!"

"Sister Yuxiang?" Lu Ran immediately turned and opened the window.

An icy hand reached out, placing itself on Lu Ran's head.

Deng Yuxiang raised her wet face, her eyes reddened, her voice trembling slightly:

"Help me!"

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