“Ahem, things are mostly wrapped up. I'll leave a little something for you to practice on.”
Xu Mo let out a sigh of relief, seeing that he had finally managed to hide his identity before logging out, and immediately spoke stubbornly.
Bai Feifei: ...
Do you even believe your own words?
She was already getting used to the Old-Timer suddenly logging out of his controls. Perhaps there were some reasons of his own that she couldn't comprehend.
It was just that at this particular juncture, it was a bit life-threatening...
“Alright, stop dawdling,” Xu Mo's voice carried a hint of urgency.
“Hurry up and dig a tunnel. Dig from the left side so you can reappear somewhere else.”
“Otherwise, you'll be mistaken for Sinking Black in a moment.”
Bai Feifei sighed. Dragging her exhausted body, she began using a pickaxe to clear away the surrounding rubble and corpses.
She felt a bit dazed. Was this really something someone possessed by an Evil God should be doing?
Wasn't it a bit too down-to-earth?
Besides, just a few seconds ago, her body had been clad in scaled armor, terrifying everyone into absolute silence.
The contrast was just too absurd.
Forget it. The situation wasn't resolved yet. She needed to get out and check quickly.
...
Above ground, Zhulong knelt on one knee in a pool of blood.
The pitch-black spear was still embedded in his chest, and blood seeped out with every breath he took.
His two heads and four eyes stared intently in the direction where Sinking Black had vanished, and he suddenly threw his heads back and laughed.
The laughter was tragic and shrill, even bringing bloody tears to his eyes.
“Haha... Hahahahaha!”
His laughter was filled with self-deprecation as he shook his heads repeatedly.
He hadn't expected that from beginning to end, the other party hadn't even looked at him properly. After displaying overwhelming power, the man hadn't even bothered to come over and finish him off, instead passing the buck to his subordinate like kicking a ball.
For a moment, his faith almost collapsed.
With blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, he slowly turned his heads, his gaze passing over the crowd before finally locking onto the figure wearing the yellow mask.
Propping himself up with his four arms, both of his heads twisted toward He Jinfan at the same time, a mad resolve igniting in his eyes.
“Come! Do it.”
“Let me see if every single one of you has that kind of strength!”
Behind his mask, He Jinfan's face went completely numb.
Wait, is he actually serious?
He glanced at the expressions of the people around him from the corner of his eye. He realized that probably because of Sinking Black, everyone was looking at him as if it were only natural that he was incredibly strong.
In the past, he would have definitely enjoyed this kind of gaze, but right now, it was a bit life-threatening.
But soon, he felt something was off.
A figure like Sinking Black, if he truly knew his background, would definitely know his meager strength was nowhere near enough.
So why did he specifically call him out before leaving? Why make him fight?
Was it revenge for pretending to be a member of their organization?
Absolutely impossible! How could an existence of that level have the spare time to plot against him!
His mind spun quickly, and in an instant, he concocted a logical explanation for himself.
It was a test!
This had to be a special test.
The other party had specifically left a heavily injured Zhulong for him just to see if he could clean up this mess.
If he succeeded, perhaps he would truly be qualified to be accepted into the organization. If he died, he had it coming—after all, he hadn't been held accountable yet for impersonating an organization member.
Instantly, He Jinfan felt his blood boil with excitement.
It had to be!
Did he really have a chance to join the Masked Hermit Society?
Besides, with how powerful Sinking Black was, maybe he knew what kind of tricks he had up his sleeve... Forget it, no use hiding things now. He would just give it a shot!
Clearing his throat, he straightened his back. His voice once again took on that artificial arrogance as he shook his head slightly.
“Hehe... Do you think that in your current state, you are worthy of making me lift a finger?”
With that, he flipped his wrist and shook a flurry of items out of his storage bag.
An iron-grey metal hound grew rapidly upon hitting the ground, hot breath spewing from its mouth.
At the same time, several items of unknown use appeared: a red glove and a hat, making his outfit even more eye-catching.
“It just so happens that you can play with my Dahei first, so I can see how my latest toy performs.”
Standing with his hands behind his back, He Jinfan spoke in a very flat tone, even reaching out to pat the metal dog in front of him.
“Go!”
At his command, the mechanical dog-like thing charged out with a wild roar. Afterward, He Jinfan stared at his glove, muttering something incomprehensible.
Clearly, he was activating some special Containment Object unknown to outsiders.
Nearby, Xie Xuan frowned as he looked at the mechanical dog. Why did he feel like this kind of thing was more like a product of Turing City...
Not far away, Aries Hong Jiu and Capricorn Xiao Xinghan stood together, exchanging a glance.
“What are those things? Containment Objects?”
“I don't recognize them... If they are Containment Objects, their power shouldn't be low. If Aquarius and the others were here, maybe they would recognize them.”
“No, what I mean is... why does their organization have so many Containment Objects?!”
Their entire Ranger organization existed to collect Containment Objects.
Yet these people from the Masked Hermit Society, while claiming to contain the corpses of Evil Gods, somehow had so many good things?
That Sinking Black from earlier seemed to possess more than one Containment Object. He had even taken the Crown of Time Lag right from under their noses...
Wan Qianhong looked around the crowd. Seeing that Zhulong was heavily injured but not dead, and that Sinking Black had vanished, her brow furrowed tighter and tighter.
She felt a strange sense of unease; it was as if the moment the black-armored figure left, he had taken all their security with him.
Although this Shining Yellow was also a member of the Hermit Society, she just felt the crisis rising once again.
Thus, she searched the area, only to realize that Bai Feifei had vanished at some unknown point!
Where was she?!
Amidst the dust and smoke, Zhulong dragged his body forward step by step, the spear still sticking out of his chest.
That special mechanical dog, “Dahei,” was indeed extraordinary.
Logically speaking, with Zhulong's current strength, even if he was heavily injured, he should have been able to easily tear through any metal.
Yet despite being frantically attacked, chased, and kicked away by him, “Dahei” didn't have a single scratch on its body!
Instead, it relentlessly lunged back, tearing away large chunks of flesh from Zhulong's body.
Judging by the sheer hardness of its material, it had to be at least an A-rank or higher Containment Object.
But Zhulong, who had already resolved to die, did not care about these minor injuries. He only felt that this Shining Yellow in front of him... lacked the overwhelming pressure of Sinking Black.
For a moment, a fierce light flashed in Zhulong's eyes again. Killing one would break even, but killing two would be a profit!
Meanwhile, due to the lack of Xu Mo's suppression, a large number of the surrounding aberrations began to stir once more, eyeing the crowd.
Seeing that the situation was taking a turn for the worse, He Jinfan felt he couldn't hold on much longer. He roared frantically in his mind:
“Wait... fuck! What if I can't pass this test?!”
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