Staying here to continue the fight is pure foolishness, asking for trouble.
Better let Xiong Wei and Nail Head fight intensely, drawing the Lu Family’s attention, so I can use the opportunity to slip away.
"You all keep fighting, I won’t be joining..."
Fang Cheng kept walking, quietly slipping away amid the chaos.
The night grew darker, the air slightly chilly, the leaves and branches covered in dew.
He looked up at the clear night sky after the rain, stars twinkling like tiny gems set in a black curtain.
Unfortunately, without a sports watch, he didn’t know the exact ti.
Judging by experience, it should be around two in the morning.
"I need to get back to the hotel quickly, have a good al, and a nice sleep..."
With this thought, Fang Cheng quickened his pace, like a whirlwind, passing through the unmapped grass and bushes.
As he went, the rustle of the foliage was audible, swaying and spilling droplets of water.
Nearly at the foot of the mountain, suddenly, a booming explosion sounded.
Firelight burst out from the treetops like a ferocious beast, illuminating a small patch of the dark sky.
Birds were startled, flying chaotically, chirping incessantly, and the ground trembled slightly.
It seed Xiong Wei finally couldn’t resist using explosives or grenades or other powerful weapons.
Fang Cheng turned back in surprise, looking at the scene deep within Mist Mountain, shaking his head helplessly, and silently lanted:
This disturbance is too excessive, as if fearing others wouldn’t know there’s a battle here.
Then he shifted his gaze, looking toward the distant, dark village and the moonlit Yulong Lake.
He then slightly adjusted his breathing and expression, continuing his running posture.
Just imagine he was a fitness enthusiast who couldn’t sleep in the early hours, going for a spontaneous jog.
Da da da ——
His footsteps were light and rhythmic as they hit the ground.
The lakeside trail seed like a andering ribbon, glimring under the moonlight, extending forward continuously with Fang Cheng, gradually distancing him from the night’s upheaval and clamor.
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The deep and quiet hours before dawn.
The lake’s surface rippled slightly, shimring with silvery light fragnts.
Mist lingered above, like a cold white veil.
The moonlight, faint and subtle, painted a dreamy yet slightly eerie scene.
Suddenly, with a "splash," the calm lake surface erupted with intense waves.
A head erged sharply from the water, like an aquatic creature suddenly appearing, swiftly swimming toward the shore.
At this mont, the night was dark as ink, the lake’s waves constantly surging, obscuring vision and making it difficult to discern what it really was.
Only by the faint moonlight could one barely make out the shape of the head, unusually large with a sharp protrusion on top, as if it had horns.
Two eyes hid beneath the water, glimring with a dim light.
This appearance was exceedingly creepy, as if a water ghost monster had crawled out from the lakebed.
As it neared the lake shore, a human-like figure broke through the water, bringing up a splash as it agilely leapt onto the shore.
That figure stood on the shore, the moonlight outlining a muscular male silhouette.
He shook his head, water droplets trickling down.
In the dim light, one could see his clothes were tattered and bore many scorch marks.
It seed he had recently experienced an intense baptism of fire, forced to jump into the water to escape the enemy.
Until this mont, he re-erged onto the surface.
But that wasn’t the most important thing.
What truly made one’s scalp tingle was his exposed body, revealing a terrifying shape even stranger than the head.
His skin was a gray-black hue, with an odd texture, seeming tallic yet not purely tal, with faint, fine scale-like patterns faintly visible.
Moreover, the muscles appeared as bundled fibers, like steel wires wrapped together, yet continuously writhing.
If one looked closely, it seed as if countless hidden insects were scurrying beneath the skin, trying to burrow out.
The arms were thick, with muscles bulging like iron lumps, and sharp bone spurs protruded from the elbows, surrounded by a circle of fine, reverse barbs.
Every ti the muscles contracted, those barbs also subtly wriggled and contracted, as if capable of easily tearing through the flesh of their prey.
The legs were the sa, with massive joints protruding from the knees, looking grotesque and exaggerated.
On the back of the calf, a row of barbs was arranged in a serrated pattern, resembling the tail of so creature, swaying rhythmically as he moved.
The whole person emitted a strong and oppressively dangerous aura, looking no different from a legendary demon.
"Ling Weifeng, didn’t you say the Lu Family was just a broken household, and that you alone could handle them easily? How did you end up in such a sorry state?"
Suddenly, a mocking voice echoed in the silent night sky.
The devil-like figure swiftly turned his head, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on the source of the voice:
"Liang Xiaotang, did you drive dozens of miles from the city to Yulong Lake just to laugh at ? Should I gouge out your eyes to see if you can still laugh?"
"Hehe, calm down, Officer Ling."
A figure then erged from the forest ahead, explaining:
"I was also notified by headquarters and ordered to co and assess the situation."
He stood at a distance, not approaching rashly, seemingly with so apprehension.
Then, his expression turned serious as he asked:
"What exactly is the Lu Family plotting with all this commotion? Does it have sothing to do with their Secret Realm? Please give us a clear explanation, Officer Ling, so we can plan our next steps accordingly."
This string of questions ca rapidly and urgently.
The one called "Ling Weifeng" snorted coldly but didn’t imdiately respond.
At this mont, his breathing was unusually heavy, and his already terrifying face twisted further, as if he was in great pain.
On his chest, an irregular crystalline protrusion was slowly rising and falling, faintly emitting a red glow, like a beating heart.
A seam then split open in the center, from which erged dense barbs, gleaming with cold light in the moonlight, like a gaping maw.
Imdiately, those barbs rustled and flew swiftly toward Ling Weifeng’s head, precisely embedding like nails in various parts of his head and face.
Liang Xiaotang, standing opposite, his expression suddenly changed, his pupils narrowing sharply as he fixed his gaze on the scene.
Ling Weifeng’s head began to rapidly shrink, his facial features gradually realigning, transforming into the appearance of a normal person.
The intense and dangerous aura he emitted was also slowly dissipating.
The gray-black skin tissue, as if receiving so silent command, quietly initiated the "return to nest" procedure.
First, the muscles on his bulging arms gradually cald down their writhing.
Those terrifying barbs, like the receding tide, slowly retracted beneath the skin, leaving only relatively smooth skin behind.
Next, the sharp bone spurs at his elbows gradually retracted, turning into the normal appearance of elbows.
Occasionally, a faint light flickered, as if energy was regrouping.
The legs and torso underwent similar changes, reverting to the appearance of a normal human.
The black-gray muscular structure resembled a full-body armor, covering every part from head to toe.
Moreover, it was clearly pieced together by so writhing, living substance.
Following the command, the gray-black substance spread throughout the body began to gather at the center of the chest at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into streams of light, ultimately injecting into the crystalline core.
The red glow emitted by the core beca increasingly bright, like hot magma flowing within.
Ling Weifeng gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his neck, appearing to be under imnse pressure, his body involuntarily trembling, and his hands instinctively clenching and unclenching repeatedly.
Until the entire "gray armor" fully retracted, he finally raised his hand and abruptly pried out the core from his chest.
In an instant, all the light extinguished, and everything returned to calm.
The previously terrifying and nacing figure transford back into a slender, ordinary-looking man.
Only the tattered and scorched wide trench coat on him bore the traces of the thrilling transformation just monts ago.
Ling Weifeng, as if relieved of a heavy burden, exhaled deeply, looked up at Liang Xiaotang, and said coldly:
"Lu Shihua, that old monster, is still alive."
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