Dao Nan lay prone under the half-collapsed house, raised his rifle, and aimed it at Black Hand Lu Gang.
The ringing in his ears from the shelling was like the echo of a hammer blow to his brain. He seemed to hear his blood flowing and his wounds burning, but at this moment, his heart had changed from hesitation to determination.
Lu Gang may have been hit by artillery fire! His morale may be extremely low! This could potentially kill him!
It's uncertain, but since it's possible, we should do it.
He pulled the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot seemed to herald the counterattack on this front. The soldiers who had been lying on the ruins, their eyes bloodshot with rage, either stood up to fire or fixed bayonets and charged forward.
The bullet struck Lu Gang, the Black Hand, but was deflected by an invisible air armor.
Black Hand Lu Gang raised his hand, aiming it at the direction from which the gun had been fired at him.
Only ruins remained there; the place was deserted.
"You run so fast."
Black Hand Lu Gang had no intention of pursuing Dao Nan. He was about to use his momentum to encourage the soldiers around him to continue attacking the soldiers in the ship area.
Just then.
As Chen Jing drifted through the crowd, he sensed a part of himself being influenced by a highly deceptive aura. He immediately turned his gaze toward the origin of the black aura.
Chen Jing saw Lu Gang.
He subconsciously, instinctively, tried to suppress the black aura.
And so Chen Jing did it.
It's like blowing out a flame.
Amidst the purple rain, Black Hand Lu Gang suddenly realized that the faint connection between himself and the surrounding soldiers had been severed.
Those fanatical followers seemed to have lost their god and were suddenly at a loss.
Some people even collapsed to the ground and wept bitterly, remembering that they had just killed a friend they knew with their own hands.
The situation has reversed.
Lu Gang, the mastermind, was not frightened or afraid. Instead, he moved quickly and resolutely away from the spot.
In his view, it was to be expected that the Ash City Guardians would possess some powerful, one-time-use magical artifacts!
Although one-time use spiritual artifacts, such as talismans, are very difficult to preserve due to the loss of spiritual power, it is normal for the guardian to have one or two trump cards since they are inherited from the Sword Pavilion.
The fact that the enemy revealed their trump card only proved that they were desperate and had no other options.
Especially at times like these, it's crucial to remain calm and composed.
While comforting himself, Lu Gang, the Black Hand, flashed several times and disappeared from his original spot, reappearing on the other side of the battlefield.
This is another flank barricade, not on the main road. In addition to defense, a temporary hospital was also set up here to provide emergency medical care for soldiers coming from the front.
People hid behind makeshift barriers made of cabinets, tables, chairs, wooden crates, and sacks, with small tents propped up by sticks and tarpaulins above their heads. They held rifles in their hands, looking tense and vigilant at their surroundings.
Deeper in the wounded, many volunteer nurses were caring for them, but due to a lack of training and equipment, there was very little they could do but provide emergency bandaging, stop the bleeding, and disinfect the wounds to prevent infection.
They were completely helpless in more serious situations, especially with soldiers who had been caught in the rain and had purple marks on their bodies.
The soldiers coughed violently, writhing in pain like a curled-up shrimp.
Lu Gang, the mastermind, arrived outside the hospital.
Black Hand Lu Gang used several sudden, teleportation-type martial arts techniques in succession. Even with his Mingjing level of spirit and body, he felt his heart racing and his head spinning.
His appearance instantly plunged the surrounding soldiers into despair and filled them with fear.
Wherever Black Hand Lu Gang is, the defenses there will crumble; this is an indelible impression left on them by previous battles.
Some of them mustered their courage, their eyes wide, and raised their weapons to attack Lu Gang; others threw down their weapons, buried their heads in their hands, and wept bitterly; still others seemed to have already accepted that they were going to die, and their mood suddenly became calm.
Chen Jing suddenly appeared among them.
At this moment, he had already used one of the powers granted to him by the source of darkness—the ability to change his face—to make his face look exactly like Feng Ting's.
Chen Jing held up the first pebble that Feng Ting had given him.
Black Hand Lu Gang has begun attacking those who shot at him. It is destined to be an overwhelming massacre. His aura makes him ignore all attacks, and his attacks are aimed at flesh and blood.
Chen Jing wasn't very confident, so he used another ability granted to him by the source of darkness: Lock-on!
He blended into the crowd surrounding Lu Gang, like a drop of water, and was not even noticed by Lu Gang, who was in the Mingjing realm.
Chen Jing gripped the pebble tightly and passed it sharply to Lu Gang, the black-handed man.
The pebble landed precisely on his forehead.
Lu Gang, the mastermind, is dead.
Before he died, he didn't even know who killed him, and he didn't even have the chance to say his last words.
The soldiers around were stunned by the sight and couldn't believe it.
"We...we killed him?"
“We killed him.”
"We won!"
Still not satisfied, they fired at Black Hand Lu Gang again, throwing grenades that blew his body apart.
Some people were so excited that they knelt down on the ground.
May the spirits of the fallen heroes protect us!
May the spirits of the fallen heroes protect us!
After they finished blowing things up, Chen Jing, who had become invisible to the noise, picked up the stone that had pierced Lu Gang's forehead, raised his head, and looked up at the sky.
The purple rain clouds had dissipated, and Ash City had returned to its previous environment of perpetual fog.
"Did they run away in fear after seeing Lu Gang, the Black Hand, get killed?" Such a thought popped into Chen Jing's mind.
Chen Jing smiled and, taking advantage of the lingering power of the "blending into the crowd" talisman stone, teleported once more.
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