"Quite the free spirit," Chen Jing remarked as his teammates approached from behind.

Had Lu Ran been there, he might have recognized the speaker.

After all, this Prison Demon Disciple had once helped Lu Ran open windows, pick locks, and return home...

"Free-spirited indeed, but also quite infuriating, haha!" Chen Jing gazed towards the far end of the long street.

He saw Lu Ran stopping again, entangled in battle with an Evil Demon.

"Right, Old Liu," Chen Jing continued.

Old Liu had thick eyebrows and big eyes; he looked rather upright, not as cold-hearted as one might expect from a Prison Demon Disciple, especially considering the life-or-death comradeship with his team.

He, too, watched Lu Ran's battle closely: "What's up?"

Chen Jing: "Your boy turns 17 next year, right?"

Liu Ming sighed with the worry of an elderly father: "Yes, my son's talents are really nothing special; I don't know if he can succeed in Worshiping God."

Chen Jing chuckled: "Why pretend? If the father is a hero, how can his son be far behind?

But, how about letting my great-nephew try Worshipping Lord Immortal Goat?"

Liu Ming smiled as well: "There are many Immortal Sheep Believers in this world, but there's only one Lu Tianjiao!"

During their conversation, Lu Ran at the end of the street dispatched three Evil Demons and hastened away.

Beneath the spreading Immortal Fog, snow danced chaotically.

It truly created an atmospheric scene, although it obscured visibility.

"Something's not right!"

Above Chen Jing and Liu Ming's heads, a pitch-black crow spoke human words with grave seriousness.

"Hmm?"

"Where?" Chen Jing and Liu Ming asked in unison, standing at the entrance of the neighborhood, searching for the Evil Demon.

The pitch-black crow flew in the air, speaking rapidly: "The battlefield where Lu Tianjiao was just now!"

Chen Jing, Liu Ming, and another Biwu believer teammate immediately looked towards the end of the street.

The snow there continued to whirl, making it impossible to discern the enemy clearly.

Chen Jing's forehead creased slightly, barely making out what seemed to be a blood-colored shadow?

"Damn!"

In the night sky, the black crow's pupils constricted, letting out a vulgar exclamation.

"Report the situation!" Liu Ming said, his face solemn.

The four in the team were all veterans, save the newly joined Biwu believer, who had been through countless life-and-death battles over the years.

Yet now, their reconnaissance officer was losing composure like this?

What had he seen?

"Blood Skull!"

The voice of the black crow shook slightly.

"What?" Chen Jing's body tensed reflexively, shouting out loud without thinking.

Evil Demon·Blood Skull?

How had this small alley managed to draw such an infamous Blood Skull?

Such a dreadful Evil Demon wouldn't even venture into populous areas like Beijing or Changan...

People always said that some Evil Demons were rare, others seldom seen.

Creatures like Tangled Silk Shadow, Yan Zhi, and Prison Sky Demon indeed appeared only once every few months.

And races like the Evil Dog Clan, the Evil Spear Emperor, the Jade-faced Snake might only be encountered once in a year or two.

If you weren't a patrolling officer but a stationed Moon Gazer, you might only see them once every three to five years.

But when it came to rarity,

there was one kind of Evil Demon that stood out as the most rare.

The Blood Skull Clan!

Their sightings were extremely rare.

"Blood Skull! At the entrance to the Rain Lane Home Community, Evil Demon·Blood Skull sighted!"

The young Biwu believer immediately reported to higher-ups.

Liu Ming also spoke up instantly: "Draw the Blood Skull's attention, we cannot let it escape!"

Chen Jing's expression was extremely ugly!

Red Cloth Disciples like him, not only unafraid of battle but rather fond of it, immediately started moving.

But his shaking arms betrayed the turmoil in Chen Jing's mind.

This was the Blood Skull...

Was this the end of his life?

The youngster had just complimented him, saying he had performed well this time.

This time, without a line between life and death, without wounds all over...

"Attack!" Chen Jing roared, Divine Technique fully unleashed.

Under the Red Cloth Order, his fighting spirit soared!

He was a Red Cloth Disciple, and also a Da Xia Moon Gazer.

In this battle,

even if death was certain, he would still fight!

He must keep the Blood Skull from leaving, at all costs, until the support patrol arrived; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He just hoped that the Blood Skull's power realm was a bit lower, preferably at the lowest level of the Mist Realm minions.

But how could the power realm of such Evil Demons be low?

In the limited sightings of Blood Skull Clan members,

not once did they not kill en masse, not once without causing bloodshed?

This was the being known as the Evil Demon Leader...

"Yaa~~~"

The black crow cried out, launching a sonic attack into the distance.

Chen Jing halted his charge abruptly.

Because the Blood Skull had disappeared.

Almost at the same time, from the night sky above and behind, the wail of the black crow resounded: "Yaa~~~"

Liu Ming's expression changed drastically!

Instant Teleportation Technique?

This meant that this Evil Demon·Blood Skull was at least above River Realm·Third Rank!

When an Evil Demon possesses Instant Teleportation, the threat to the people of Da Xia was unsurpassed.

The Evil Dog Clan also had Instant Teleportation.

But with their low intelligence, the Human Clan could deal with them somewhat.

The Blood Skull Clan...

Their intelligence was not only above average, but they were also top-tier within the Evil Demon hierarchy.

Comparable to the Evil Spear Emperor, the Jade-faced Snake!

That was why Moon Gazers couldn't afford to lose sight of them.

Once the Blood Skull disappeared, finding it again would be difficult.

And by the time they found it, the Blood Skull would have already accumulated copious blood debts, and countless Dead Souls would be under its blade!

"Flutter flutter flutter~"

Black crow feathers mixed with the scattered snowflakes, falling together.

Facing the sharp blood knife, the Witch Crow Believer showed a remarkable will to survive.

The black crow's body desperately shifted, allowing the blood knife to pierce its wing instead of its heart.

The Witch Crow Believer narrowly escaped death, enduring the pain and casting the Substitute Technique immediately.

"Flutter flutter flutter~"

The injured black crow left a substitute as its body frantically fled.

"Pugh!"

The blood knife instantly shattered the substitute, and the hot blood beads scattered from the knife tip landed on the fleeing black crow.

"Yaa~~~"

The pitiful scream echoed through the night sky.

"Attack!!"

Battle Roar sounded once again, and Chen Jing charged into battle.

In the night sky, the Evil Demon glanced at Chen Jing, holding a blood knife in hand, and casually threw it at the faltering black crow.

"Flutter flutter flutter~"

The crow heard the breaking wind from behind, intense fear distorting its movements.

Its heart rose to its throat!

"Click! Click..."

Several chains appeared out of nowhere.

Although the blood knife shattered them, it bought the black crow a chance to live.

"Gulp."

Liu Ming swallowed hard, finally seeing the true face of the Blood Skull.

The Blood Skull wasn't a blood-colored skull.

It took the form of a young man, tall, strong, and muscular.

His face was fierce, full of murderous intent, with red hair and red pupils, even his skin was blood-red.

Around his neck hung a necklace of small blood-colored skulls, eerie and frightening.

He was bare-chested, wearing battered blood-colored shorts, and when he landed, his hands gripped two slender blood knives.

Evil Demon·Blood Skull!

This name was derived from the blood-colored skull necklace around his neck.

That name constantly reminded humans just how terrifying this necklace was.

It was the Blood Skull Clan's trump card!

"Drip, drip..."

Drops of blood fell from the tips of the slender blood knives.

The faint sound was like a countdown to human life.

The cold wind carried the pungent smell of blood, causing physical revulsion and chilling fear.

Blood Skull said nothing, his silence was terrifying.

His blood-colored eyes were cold and ruthless, sweeping over the few people, and finally resting on Chen Jing who was charging towards him.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, the Blood Skull's figure darted about.

He left a blood-colored afterimage behind.

Chen Jing's heart skipped a beat as his extensive combat experience and sharp battle senses saved his life.

"Ding!!"

Chen Jing raised his knife to block, reacting before his brain could process.

Blood Skull did appear in front of him, his blood knife viciously chopping down on the steel blade.

Blood beads splattered from the blood knife, scorching hot!

Tiny beads fell onto Chen Jing's face...

Or to be precise, onto his Water Flow Armor, steaming off little wisps of vapor.

"Whoosh!"

Liu Ming, draped in a Big Red Robe, threw its tail violently.

"Zzzt—"

Blood Skull suddenly shifted targets, teleporting away, people could not react in time.

That slender blood knife was incredibly sharp!

The tail of the Prison Demon Disciple's Big Red Robe, like a split red wave under the blood knife, parted on either side.

Liu Ming's pupils contracted violently!

In the blink of an eye, Blood Skull had split open the Prisoner Demon Sect's prized defense garment and aimed directly for the heart.

"Ahhhhh!"

Liu Ming screamed in agony as he was flung away.

Hot blood beads trailed from Liu Ming's right shoulder all the way to the left side of his torso.

The blood knife not only sliced open the Big Red Robe but also the specialized Water Flow Armor of the Human Clan.

It tore through Liu Ming's clothes and skin.

The hot blood beads from the blade mixed into Liu Ming's wound, boiling violently.

Chen Jing's eyes split with rage: "Old Liu...uh."

He could only get two words out before reaching his limit.

The blood figure appeared and disappeared like a ghost, once again in front of Chen Jing.

This time, Chen Jing couldn't block the strike.

Previously, Chen Jing had been on edge, performing beyond his norm.

But this time, his attention had shifted slightly, concerned for his severely injured comrade.

Evil Demon·Blood Skull completed a left chop and right stab in a blink.

There was no pause.

Only the scorching hot blood knife, which sent Liu Ming flying one second, pierced through Chen Jing's abdomen the next.

"Cough, cough cough..."

Chen Jing's pupils nearly shrank to pinpricks.

Blood Skull's eyes were also sharp; those sinister blood eyes seemed to nail Chen Jing's soul.

"Zzzt!"

The blood knife withdrew only to stab again.

Blood Skull clearly had the ability to kill with one blow, but he refrained.

He had taken special care with the Red Cloth Believer.

He withdrew the knife, only to plunge it into Chen Jing's stomach again.

"Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt..."

Blood Skull remained silent, stabbing again and again.

His blood eyes fixed on Chen Jing's.

It was as if he wanted to see something in the eyes of this brave and fearless Red Cloth Believer.

Fear, pain, regret, despair...

Just like the man behind him.

Blood Skull slowly turned his head, looking back at the young Biwu believer.

The new Moon Gazer seemed utterly petrified.

He didn't strike, he didn't flee.

He just stood there, pale and trembling, staring blankly at the scene.

Fear,

profound fear from the bottom of his heart, pervaded the Biwu believer's mind.

The intense emotions of the Human Clan, though invisible, nourished the nearby Blood Skull.

Blood Skull turned back, leaving the Biwu believer standing behind him, raising his eyes to Chen Jing.

Chen Jing's mouth kept bleeding, his eyes dazed, his stomach a bloody mess.

Blood Skull slowly pulled out the slender blood knife, ready to stab again...

"Meh!!!!"

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