The moonlight was cold and clear, and the night was deep and quiet.

A four-person squad stood in front of the teaching building's main gate, quietly waiting for disaster to descend.

"Whoosh~"

A crisp sound came, drawing Lu Ran's attention.

He saw Chang Ying holding a divination tube in her hands and shaking it back and forth.

Everyone remained silent, quietly awaiting the result.

With a "swoosh," a phantom divination sign flew out, hovering above their heads and slowly rotating.

It displayed one large character—down!

"Eyah," Chang Ying casually tossed the divination tube into the snow as if she hadn't been the one who drew the sign.

The problem was, there was only one divination believer by the gate...

Chang Ying looked at the others with a guilty face and whispered, "I'm just Stream Realm, really bad at this, not accurate."

Everyone: "..."

Lu Ran slowly raised his Silent Night Blade.

Chang Ying's face soured, "I just got it wrong, Ran Bao, you don't have to go so far as to kill me, right?"

Curiously, even with Ran's blade hanging over her head, she didn't evade.

Perhaps it was because Chang Ying had immense trust in Lu Ran.

Or maybe she knew, in front of Lu Ran, there was nowhere to escape.

In this world, only beings like East Thunder believers or North Wind believers were qualified to compete with Lu Ran for speed.

It seemed quite magical!

After all, East Thunder and North Wind were second-class gods, while Immortal Sheep ranked at the very bottom as a nine-level god...

"Slap~"

Lu Ran turned his wrist and slapped Chang Ying on the head with the flat side of the blade.

"Uh," Chang Ying flinched, holding her head with one hand.

Lu Ran spoke, "Next time, be more accurate."

His voice was gentle, as if he could melt the cold winter night.

"Yes, yes," Chang Ying nodded emphatically, like a little chick pecking at rice, her docile appearance totally out of sync with her large frame.

Actually, everyone had their suspicions—

The little shaman's divination should be accurate.

Lu Ran's gesture seemed more like comfort as well as a face-saving opportunity for Chang Ying.

Tian Tian watched the scene with a hint of envy in her eyes. She wasn't one to misbehave usually—could her master's blade ever pat her on the head?

"Whoosh~"

Twenty meters away, a surge of energy arose, stirring up gusts of wind.

Lu Ran turned immediately, wondering if it was finally starting.

On this night of the fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month, the opening act for the Evil Demon Clan turned out to be an old adversary—the Bamboo Spirit!

It was dressed in a coat of bamboo leaves and wore a bamboo hat.

Its pair of green eyes flickered with frightening luminescence in the dark night, giving off an especially horrifying look.

"Deng, make it quick!" commanded Tian Tian, transforming into a commander.

"Roger that!" Deng Yutang stepped forward confidently.

He was all too familiar with this kind of Evil Demon.

And as expected! The seemingly terrifying Bamboo Spirit barely made it through two rounds under the Red Cloth believer's spear before being pierced through the face!

"Spurt~"

The Bamboo Spirit's body crumbled into mist, with strands of energy being absorbed into Deng Yutang's Divine Power Pearl.

Meanwhile, across the city, howls could be heard continuously.

"Front left," Lu Ran suddenly said.

Deng Yutang gripped the Heavenly Star Spear tightly, the spearhead flickering with red light as he instinctively stabbed toward the front left.

Red Cloth Divine Skill·Red Edge!

With the Heavenly Star Spear already incredibly sharp at a million-grade, adorned with an "Armor-Piercing" effect, it was truly formidable!

"Crack!"

The spearhead wrapped in red light pierced through the Bamboo Spirit's chest.

"Oh?" Deng Yutang looked surprised. Was it another Bamboo Spirit?

Could it be a special event tonight, Night of Ghosts?

And the invading species was the Bamboo Spirit Clan?

That would be... too good to be true!

Deng Yutang thought a lot, but his movements were not slow at all.

He brandished his long spear upwards sharply, tearing the Bamboo Spirit from chest to face.

Only the bamboo hat soared high before shattering into mist in the nighttime sky.

Like a small firecracker had gone off.

"Could it be the Night of Ghosts for the Bamboo Spirit Clan?" Tian Tian clenched her fists, filled with anticipation.

If so, that would be an excellent fortune within the bad.

"Whoosh!!"

Another wave of energy surged, this time coming from behind Deng Yutang to the right.

"Ha!" Due to the proximity, Deng Yutang didn't need any reminders and he swiftly turned around to swing his spear.

He swept through like he was cutting down a thousand enemies,

the spearhead leaving behind a beautiful arc of red light.

"Snap!"

However, the indestructible Heavenly Star Spear met resistance.

Deng Yutang instinctively pulled back the spear, but it wouldn't budge!

A terrifying oppression overwhelmed him instantly, as if it was going to crush him!

"Deng..."

"Watch out!" Several people at the entrance of the classroom changed their expressions.

"Gulp." Deng Yutang's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked up.

But his inclination wasn't enough to get a full view. They saw only the sturdy chest of the adversary?

Deng Yutang looked up, and the figure continued to tower higher...

Despite being 1.85 meters tall, Deng Yutang looked like a small, thin child in front of this Evil Demon.

With the ferocious face coming into view, Deng Yutang's color drained, "Prison... Prison Sky Demon?"

This was a Human-shaped Demon, appearing as a fierce man.

Notable for his bald head, his body was wound with chains, amidst a shroud of black mist.

Bare-chested with darkly tanned skin resembling cast iron and bronze, he exuded an aura of strength.

Another remarkable feature was that upon appearing in this world, the Prison Sky Demon sprouted six additional arms!

A total of eight sturdy arms stretched out, muscles bulging and waving menacingly.

At that moment, the Prison Sky Demon looked down with its blood-red eyes, fixating intently on Deng Yutang.

The pressure was immense!

"Damn it!" Deng Yutang was utterly shocked.

Since becoming a believer, he had never seen a member of the Prison Sky Clan with his own eyes.

And especially after he had just handled two "cute" Bamboo Spirits, suddenly encountering such a being...

Who wouldn't be confused?

As Deng Yutang cursed in anger, his movements were swift, and he tried desperately to pull back his Heavenly Star Spear.

But how could a mere Human Clan member wrestle with a Prison Sky Demon?

"Zzzt—"

"Meehh~" The sound of mist spraying was accompanied by a mournful bleat.

"Hmm?" The Prison Sky Demon turned its head sharply, its blood-red eyes searching for the silhouette of the little lamb.

Lu Ran had deliberately lowered the grade of Divine Technique·Desolate Sound to Stream Grade.

In doing so, his human companions could resist slightly, while the naturally violent and brutish demons would surely be affected.

"Out!" Deng Yutang roared angrily as Divine Power surged within him.

Divine Technique·Red Cloth Soul!

Red Cloth disciple Deng Yutang called upon the presence of the Red Cloth Ancestor!

Deng Yutang clenched his teeth tight, exerting all his strength to yank the Heavenly Star Spear!

However, the right hand of the Prison Sky Demon... well, the lowest one of its four right hands, held fast onto the spear shaft, unyielding!

"Drop the spear!"

"Forget about it!" Both the leader Zhang Feng and commander Tian Tian issued the order at the same time.

The choices made by both Sword Lotus believers were surprisingly consistent as they launched several lotus petals.

"Retreat!" Zhang Feng barked, "Eight hands in total, this is a River Realm Prison Sky Demon!"

The Prison Sky Demons were naturally enormous, all around 3 meters in height, so one couldn't deduce their level of power based on size alone.

However, the additional arms that Prison Sky Demons grew were part of their Evil Technique·Prison Sky Hand!

Fog Grade·Prison Sky Hand allowed demons to sprout two extra arms, and for each grade improvement, like Stream Grade, two more arms would add on.

"Darn it." Deng Yutang was still rational enough to drop the spear and retreat under the cover of the petals.

"Whoosh~"

At the same time, Chang Ying was quickly shaking the divination tube.

"May the spirits bless... cough, may the gods protect us, please come out!"

"Swoosh~"

A spirit sign flew out rapidly from the divination tube.

Chang Ying was elated!

Because the remaining four spirit signs in the tube followed suit.

The output sign of the Five Treasures!

"Good!" Chang Ying pointed forward confidently, "Go!"

To directly draw the sign she desired was an incredibly rare occurrence!

"Swoosh~ Swoosh~"

The five spirit signs, like five tiny wooden swords, sped toward the Prison Sky Demon with the guidance of their owner.

At this time, the Prison Sky Demon was facing away from the teaching building, distracted by a little lamb's attention.

An opportunity!

Chang Ying eyed the back of Prison Sky Demon's head closely, urging the five spirit signs to pierce forward.

A crisp "snap" echoed.

A giant hand of the Prison Sky Demon reached back and slapped away the full five spirit signs with ease.

Effortless!

Chang Ying's face stiffened, her hopeful anticipation dissolved.

Oddly enough, the Prison Sky Demon's numerous arms kept twisting in eerie angles, making one's teeth ache at the sight.

After a moment, aside from the two original arms of the Prison Sky Demon, the other six all turned toward the direction of the teaching building.

Even stranger was the fact that the Prison Sky Demon's attention had been focused entirely on Lu Ran from the outset!

Were those six arms fighting on their own accord?

"Snap~"

The large hand, as if swatting flies, once again slapped the incoming spirit signs away.

But this time, there were more than just five spirit signs attacking.

Under Zhang Feng's spell, the schoolyard blossomed with a huge lotus flower, from which six flying swords emerged.

Sword Lotus Divine Skill·Lotus Flying Sword!

One sword after another pierced toward the Prison Sky Demon from various angles.

"Snap! Snap! Snap..."

A rapid series of crisp sounds followed.

As the Prison Sky Demon marched forward, a series of large hands behind it clutched the flying swords with force.

No need for guns or cannons, the Human Clan provides them?

The clear sounds seemed to slap the face of the Sword Lotus believers...

It was understandable that Stream Realm Chang Ying couldn't trouble the Prison Sky Demon, given the vast difference in their levels.

But even River Realm Zhang Feng seemed unable to cause much damage to the Prison Sky Demon!

The Prison Sky Demon indeed bled, its palm sliced open when it grabbed the swords.

But that was it.

"Sss..."

The Prison Sky Demon's face contorted fiercely, emitting a deep, chilling growl that alarmed everyone.

With six swords held by the arms behind its back, and its own two hands holding the Heavenly Star Spear and iron chains, the demon's menacing presence multiplied.

As the faint bleating continued, the Prison Sky Demon's movement suddenly accelerated, shrouded in ever-denser black mist.

Lu Ran stood amidst the snow, holding dual blades, eyeing the cruel red pupils of the Prison Sky Demon with cold concentration.

Suddenly, Lu Ran blinked.

His pitch-black human eyes instantly transformed into a pair of sinister Dead Sheep Eyes.

Meeting the challenge head-on without yielding!

Behind those dark, thick horizontal pupils, a faint Black Fire quietly ignited.

"Roar!!" The Prison Sky Demon bellowed fiercely, its aura overwhelming.

The massive form, like dark clouds pressing down upon the city, bore down with brutal ferocity toward the tiny Human Clan.

Lu Ran's eyes were cold as he made no move to retreat; instead, he slowly lifted the Silent Night Blade to his front:

"Baa."

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