Outside the Donglai Pawnshop in Ash City, a storm raged.
While dodging attacks, the expert stayed close to Mo Wujiang, engaging in hand-to-hand combat.
The two had been locked in a fierce battle for quite some time, and Mo Wujiang could have reinforcements arriving at any moment.
The dark tattoo on Mo Wujiang's forehead became visible, resembling a totem, depicting a massive monster with several plesiosaur-like long necks.
All the eyes on the monster's head seemed to be staring at the expert!
However, the experts retreated rapidly as soon as the totem began to take shape, creating a certain distance and causing Mo Wujiang's long-planned counterattack to fail.
"As expected of a Dan Realm warrior, everyone here is a genius. Did he rely on inspiration or knowledge to detect the attack?" Mo Wujiang thought anxiously.
The insightful Zhan Xiu will likely soon discover his weaknesses.
Sure enough, when he saw the expert's next move, his heart sank.
The expert's longsword suddenly ignited, and he continued to approach Mo Wujiang.
Raindrops fell onto the longsword and were quickly evaporated.
Fire! Fire is the weakness of flesh and blood; no matter what kind of flesh and blood it is, it will crumble in the face of fire.
A sense of despair arose in Mo Wujiang's heart. He was clearly a level above the expert in cultivation and had advantages in every aspect, but the expert had managed to put Mo Wujiang at a disadvantage by relying on his combat skills and Mo Wujiang's previous huge mistake.
And now, even his last defensive advantage is almost wiped out.
Just then, the rain suddenly intensified.
The drizzle turned into a torrential downpour, as if someone had poured a whole basin of water down from the sky.
The flame on the expert's longsword was affected by the rain, growing smaller and smaller until it was almost extinguished.
Witnessing this scene, Mo Wujiang, his eyes bloodshot, couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Even the heavens want your life!"
The experts ignored them and focused solely on heading towards Mo Wujiang.
Even though the flames on the long sword in his hand were destroyed by the wind and rain, the flames still burned tenaciously, like a tender seedling growing out of a rock.
Mo Wujiang's eyes turned bloodshot. He roared and, instead of retreating, charged forward like a bloodthirsty beast.
Knife and claw clashed, fire and flesh collided.
...
Inside the Meijing Dojo.
As soon as he saw the torrential rain outside, Black Hand Lu Gang drew his knife and stepped forward.
With a long sword in his right hand and a short sword in his left, he charged suddenly toward the old man, Mei Yixin.
The old man swung his blade at the air, but it seemed to draw a fiery arc in the arena, the burning cone-shaped flames heading straight for Black Hand Lu Gang.
As soon as the flames approached Lu Gang's body, they were deflected and swerved by some inexplicable force.
"What a brilliant 'Flowing Fire' move!" Lu Gang laughed. "Master, please try this move of mine too."
He threw the short sword in his left hand, and it struck Mei Yixin like a thunderbolt.
At the same time, Lu Gang used his free hand to draw talismans in the air and perform magic seals.
The old man took a step back and narrowly dodged the incoming short sword, but Lu Gang also completed the magic seal.
A bone-chilling shockwave emanated from Lu Gang, extinguishing the flames burning on the ground and replacing them with frost. The gatekeepers, who hadn't yet managed to descend the stairs, were frozen solid by the cold wave, standing rooted to the spot.
Click, snap.
The gatekeeper's body turned into pieces of frozen flesh and fell to the ground.
...
"Feng Ting's army was tied up on the south side of the battlefield by the enemy and failed to capture it after several attacks. Meanwhile, the Heavenly Dynasty army in the north seized the opportunity and attacked from the north, trying to launch a pincer attack from the north and south."
"Feng Ting made a very crazy decision at the time. He abandoned the southern battlefield and led his army to run more than 100 miles ahead of schedule to reach the battlefield of the Silver Flag Battle ahead of schedule. He also rested for a period of time and waited for the enemy in the north to besiege and annihilate them."
"Therefore, when you create the illusion of Fengting, you should pay attention to the details of his travel-worn appearance; his shoes and clothes should be covered in mud and dust..."
Chen Jing's head was throbbing with pain from the illusion he was creating, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. His mind felt empty, as if it had been emptied out.
"Take a rest," Bai Yueyi's considerate voice rang out just in time.
"Phew." Chen Jing raised his hand to dispel the illusion, then lay back in his chair, too listless to even speak.
His vision was repeatedly asked to be revised, but it still did not reach the level that Bai Yueyi had described, which was able to create "temperament".
"When you're creating Fengting, you can refer to characters with similar qualities from your own experience and memories," Bai Yueyi reminded her from the side.
Chen Jing was too weak to speak, so he could only lie there and listen.
“The blood sacrifice has been accelerated,” Bai Yueyi suddenly said.
"Hmm?" Chen Jing looked at her.
With a light tap of Bai Yueyi's finger, many images appeared in Chen Jing's eyes.
"These are all 'history' that is happening right now. I've taken some screenshots and am sharing them with you."
Chen Jing saw the experts leaving the street in the pouring rain. Not far away, a charred corpse lay there, motionless. It could only be barely identified as Mo Wujiang's body from the blue tattoo on his bald head.
Inside the Meijing Dojo, the old man he had met once before was confronting Black Hand Lu Gang.
On the large ship not far away, a blood sacrifice was being held again on the altar that Chen Jing had destroyed. The person presiding over the blood sacrifice was Huang Yuanlong. He was standing in front of the altar, coldly and skillfully releasing the blood of the victims.
In Dr. Mei Anming's hospital, countless people who looked like zombies were performing a blood sacrifice in front of the newly renovated statues, releasing the blood of the patients who came there to appease the ghosts.
Dr. Mei Anming has already fallen on the altar; he was the first.
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