The King of Black Fog

The Iron Gall in the long robe let out another long howl, and his twin swords left his hands, transforming into two iron galls that hurtled toward the "eyes".

The two iron galls, one after the other, tore through the air with a whoosh, grazing the trees in the garden and evaporating every trunk, leaf, and petal in their path, leaving behind holes as if eaten away by insects.

Li Qianxia raised her long spear, ready to throw it to block the iron galls.

The leader of the Beggar Gang tensed all his muscles, delivering a punch like The Immortal of Colossal Spirit.

Faced with the powerful gust, Li Qianxia had no choice but to retract her spear.

A flash of blood, she dodged the punch, and with a twist of her steel spear, she stabbed a hole in the arm of the Beggar Gang leader.

Before the blood could spurt from the hole,

"Impossible!"

Hearing the voice of the Iron Gall man in the long robe, both instinctively turned their heads to look.

Across from the "eyes," a blurry figure had his right hand outstretched, firmly grasping the two iron galls, with blood cascading down like a curtain from his palm.

The Iron Gall in the long robe let out another long howl as the iron galls quivered, ready to fly back to him.

Suddenly, the blurry figure's right hand clenched, and with fingers as strong as steel and bone, he held the iron galls immobile.

"Kill that woman!" shouted a player capable of assessing risks, his voice filled with indescribable panic.

A Western player who had jumped off the building flicked his Western sword, and with a click, the blade broke into four pieces, each segment stabbing toward Li Qianxia like a knife.

Li Qianxia didn't dodge or yield, her right hand coiling around the spear shaft like a python, poking rapidly in all directions.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

All the blade segments were deflected away.

Without waiting to retract her spear to gather strength, willow branches, bullets, and the fist of the Beggar Gang leader struck at her simultaneously.

Li Qianxia crouched down, transforming into a Snowy Owl clad in red armor, and surged forward close to the ground.

She flew out from underneath the surging, rolling waves of willow branches, bullets, and fists as if escaping a giant wave.

The Western player swung the hilt of his sword, and the four blade segments in the air turned over and chased after the blood-colored Snowy Owl.

"Haah!"

A player inside the house let out an enraged shout, his eyes seemingly about to burst.

Another two willow trees in the courtyard uprooted themselves to join the first, and their branches rustled as they wove together into a huge net, enveloping the Snowy Owl.

The woman in the qipao blew on her cupped hands, and peach-colored pollen swirled through the air, making it impossible to dodge.

Li Qianxia held her breath, but her eyes were still entranced by the peach-colored pollen, and she crashed headfirst into the willow net.

The willow net closed in an instant, tightening around her.

"Ah!" The Snowy Owl let out a Thunder Roar.

The entire willow trembled, the net loosening as the Snowy Owl flapped its wings, ready to fly out.

Whoosh!

The four segments of the blade glinted coldly, already in front of her.

A shadow flashed by!

With a loud "bang," the Western player exploded into a shower of blood.

Without the player's control, the four segments of the blade instantly changed from rocketing missiles to limp ropes sprung out, hitting the Snowy Owl's blood-colored armor with their last bit of inertia.

They clinked four times, dropping to the ground like dismantled toys.

"Plop!" Amidst the rain of blood from the burst Western player, an arm that was still relatively intact fell onto something.

"Slaughter them all," came the cold, deep command.

"Hiss!"

A king cobra, hissing, reared its neck.

The arm of a Western player fell onto its head and then rolled off, as droplets of red blood rained down onto the black snake's body, creating a gruesome, terrifying, and bizarre scene.

It all happened in a flash, "the eye" was still only as thick as an adult's thigh, slowly growing larger.

Bang bang bang!

Bullets, one after another, pierced through the descending blood rain, carrying strong kinetic energy as they aimed for the king cobra.

The king cobra's vertical pupils narrowed, and its four-meter-long body twisted, dodging all the bullets.

"Damn it!" the player who was shooting cursed, "Where did all these bullet-dodging monsters come from!"

"You team up with Liu and catch that bird! I'll handle this snake!" the Beggar Gang leader, immense as the Immortal of Colossal Spirit, took a large step forward.

The thumping of his footsteps shook the whole yard.

A terrifying aura rose incrementally, and he threw a punch!

The snake's head easily dodged it, biting down and injecting venom.

The Beggar Gang leader laughed heartily, "I am the Beggar Gang leader; I've eaten all sorts of poisonous snakes and centipedes!"

The bitten arm flipped, lifting the snake's body, grasping it in his palm, while the other arm reached out to grab the cobra's section to tear it in two.

The moment the snake's body was lifted, the king cobra let go of its bite and slithered up the body of the Beggar Gang leader.

The four-meter-long snake coiled around the body of the giant Beggar Gang leader.

"You're courting death!" The Beggar Gang leader bellowed furiously, his entire body tensed, struggling violently to break free.

But the snake's body did not burst into pieces as he'd imagined.

'This snake has such great strength!' his heart sank.

The snake's body tightened more and more, its fangs aimed at his neck, and it bit down, a storm of blood and stench!

The Beggar Gang leader lifted his still-functioning arms, desperately holding off the opened snake's head, preventing it from clamping down.

Thick saliva dripped from the snake's mouth, falling on the face of the Beggar Gang leader.

The snake's body constricted slowly but firmly, his bones crying out, as though he was trapped in a burning house with no escape, waiting for death.

"Ah!!!"

With this agony, the Beggar Gang leader fought hard to tear, beginning from the mouth of the king cobra, aiming to rip it in half!

"Hiss!" The king cobra roared in anger, its head pressing down ten centimeters.

"Ah!!!" The Beggar Gang leader, full of bloody resolve, bellowed back defiantly, resisting with all his might.

But the creature's strength was unimaginably great, his body was constricted so much it had visibly shrunk in size.

The venom, which he thought useless, also began to slowly paralyze his body.

Just as he became dizzy and his arms weakened, with the king cobra's bite about to close on him, a gale swept through, a small tornado passing by.

The king cobra and the Beggar Gang leader were blown apart by the wind.

The tornado carried the Beggar Gang leader to one side.

The Beggar Gang leader knelt on one knee, gasping for air, as the woman in a qipao spit a mouthful of white pollen on his face.

The Beggar Gang leader shook his head like a bull, the paralysis from the snake venom weakened somewhat, and he looked up to see Li Qianxia, shot in the leg, standing together with the king cobra.

His eyes, as big as fists, fixed on the king cobra, taking the opportunity to catch his breath.

"I can still hold on for a while longer, you guys go kill that woman!" The leader of the Beggar Gang propped himself up by the knee and straightened up, ready to continue entangling with the King Cobra.

"Old Wan, wait a moment!" The cheongsam-clad woman stretched out her hand, stopping him.

"Hm?"

The Beggar Gang leader known as Old Wan turned his head to look at the woman in the cheongsam, who was staring intently at something else, and subconsciously followed her gaze.

The "eye" was already half a person tall, like a door, with a blurred figure propping himself on the "door frame"...

It was about to come over!

Old Wan felt goosebumps all over his body, facing the King Cobra's fearlessness and 'wildness,' which now seemed to have gone crazy, wanting to escape from him.

"Xiao Hu, danger level!" He couldn't help but shout loudly.

No one answered.

"Xiao Hu!"

He called out again, still no reply.

Old Wan turned his head for a quick look, his gaze sweeping across rapidly.

Where was the figure of Xiao Hu? The barrier had also been withdrawn at some unknown time, those two bastards had run off!

Li Bichang saw that things were going badly and was also quietly preparing to leave.

Old Wan's heart turned vicious, he flicked his toe, and a piece of glass flew out, directly decapitating Li Bichang from the back of his neck.

The head tumbled in the air, not yet flown out, when it was crushed beneath its own body.

"What are you doing?!" Gale stared with wide eyes, puzzled, looking at Old Wan.

Old Wan licked his chapped lips: "If we don't kill him now, leave him for Black Card to protect, or let him hide in the barracks?"

"Gale, it's okay," the woman in the cheongsam said gravely, "Just claim it was the Zhao Clan's doing, but dress it up to look like the handiwork of the Song Clan, however..."

She looked at the blurred figure who had already walked over, straightening up, and swallowed her saliva.

"...the premise is that we survive."

"Brother, it was them, they harassed me, and they hit me!" Qian Xia pointed at the group of people and shouted to Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou wasted no time in talking.

He took two steps outside, and after those two steps, his speed was like a specter, charging straight at the remaining six people!

"Ha!" Liu Nan clapped his hands together, and three willow trees furiously swiped forward to strike him head-on.

Puchi!

A streak of Jade Light flashed past, Liu Nan's corpse flew out, nailed to the wall of the western-style house by the Emerald Bee Sword.

Without energy, the willow trees wilted like deflated balls, losing their momentum.

Bang bang bang!

"Return my Iron Gall!" Unaware of Liu Nan's death, the man clad in Iron Gall, with pistol cover, reached out towards Li Changzhou with fingers like eagle claws.

The void shattered, and the White Bone Scythe was positioned in his path.

Thump!

The Iron Gall man fell to the ground, prone, his eyes burning, pupils vanishing, only whites remaining.

It was at this moment, Old Wan just looked away from Liu Nan's corpse, turned his head, and Li Changzhou had already dodged the bullets, coming face to face with him.

Surprise, panic, and fear flashed through his mind.

Li Changzhou's left fist came crashing down, while his right hand grabbed the skinny man who was about to turn into a tornado.

"Uh... uh..." The skinny man was lifted off the ground, his face quickly turning red, his tongue slowly sticking out.

He tried to struggle.

Crack.

Li Changzhou tossed his body aside, and the gun-wielding man with a face full of terror, preparing to flee, crumpled up like a shrimp as if hit by a shell.

The cheongsam woman sprayed out a mouthful of purple mist towards her cupped hands.

Without distinguishing between friend and foe, she intended to kill Old Wan along with the rest!

Li Changzhou also released his breath without holding back, a strong gust of air from his chest.

Whoosh!

The wind blew, and the purple mist flowed by, causing the cheongsam woman to topple backwards rigidly, stirring up dust and broken glass.

Her facial flesh rapidly blurred and dissolved, revealing her skull.

Li Changzhou withdrew his gaze, looking at Old Wan beneath his left hand.

"Ah!!! In the brink of life and death, Old Wan, almost kneeling, burst out with 'wildness' once more, stubbornly resisting Li Changzhou's press.

Li Changzhou was a bit surprised, no wonder he had managed to hold out for so long entwined with the King Cobra.

But then, a flicker of brutishness crossed his eyes.

You hit my sister, I killed you, and you dare to fight back!

His right hand's fingers slowly clenched into a fist, lightning struck his spine, his potential surged, and he delivered a shattering blow as if the heavens had collapsed.

Old Wan felt as if the sky was falling.

Boom!

Old Wan's head exploded like a watermelon crushed by a truck, blood and brain matter spewed out to either side, his crown rested atop his neck like a lid.

Withdrawing his hand, Li Changzhou walked toward the gunner.

The gunner's waist was shattered, the lower half of his body already numb.

As he watched the blurred figure approach from the sea of blood, he raised his pistol, firing and uttering panicked mumblings as he did.

"Ah... Ah..."

Bang!

Li Changzhou slightly turned his head, the bullet grazing his right ear.

Bang!

Li Changzhou tilted his head downwards, the bullet flying over the top.

Bang!

Li Changzhou stood unflinching as the bullet slid past his left cheek.

There was no fourth shot, he had already reached the gunner, gently taking the pistol from the gunner's hand.

'Desert Eagle', with no recoil, infinite bullets, never wearing out.

The silver body of the gun had its Charm.

Li Changzhou weighed it, feeling the heft, holding it felt just right.

Bang!

Indeed, there was no recoil.

To imagine the power of this gun that had injured Qian Xia wearing the Horned Robe—the gunner's head shattered even more violently than Old Wan's had.