Chapter 163: The Demonic Name: Prison Sky

The moonlight was cold and clear; the night was deep and silent.

The four-person squad stood before the main gate of the teaching building, quietly awaiting the arrival of calamity.

"Rattle-rattle~"

A crisp sound rang out, causing Lu Ran to turn his head and look.

He saw Chang Ying holding a divination tube, shaking it back and forth.

Everyone remained silent, quietly awaiting the result.

With a "whoosh," an illusory spiritual lot flew out, hovering above everyone's heads and slowly rotating.

Inscribed upon it was a single large character—Low!

"Aiya." Chang Ying directly tossed the divination tube from her hand, throwing it into the snow.

It was as if she hadn't been the one to draw that lot.

The problem was, you were the only believer of the Spiritual Lot here at the main gate.

Chang Ying looked at the others with a guilty expression, her voice tiny as a mosquito's: "I'm only at the Stream Realm, so I'm really weak; my calculations aren't accurate."

Everyone: "."

Lu Ran slowly raised his Silent Night Blade.

Chang Ying made a bitter face: "I just miscalculated, Ran Bao; there's no need to slaughter me, right?"

What was quite interesting was that although Lu Ran's blade hovered right above her head, she did not dodge?

Perhaps it was because Chang Ying trusted Lu Ran completely.

Or perhaps she knew clearly in her heart that before Lu Ran, she had nowhere to escape.

In this world, only believers of Most Dongting and believers of Lord Bei Feng were existences worthy of competing with Lu Ran in terms of speed.

This sounded incredibly magical!

After all, Most Dongting and Lord Bei Feng were both second-rank gods, while Xiang Xiang Xianyang was a ninth-rank god ranked at the very end.

"Pat~"

Lu Ran rotated his wrist, turned the blade horizontally, and gently tapped Chang Ying on the head.

"Mm." Chang Ying shrank her head back, covering it with one hand.

Lu Ran said: "Next time, calculate more accurately."

His voice was very gentle, as if it could melt this cold winter night.

"Mm-hmm." Chang Ying nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice; that obedient little demeanor was completely out of place with her huge body.

Actually, everyone knew in their hearts.

The little charlatan's calculation was probably accurate.

Lu Ran's actions were more like an act of comfort, and also a way to give Chang Ying a way out.

Tian Tian, standing aside, watched this scene, a trace of envy rising in her eyes.

I'm usually not very mischievous; Master's blade probably won't land on my head?

"Whoosh~"

More than twenty meters away, a surge of energy suddenly churned, stirring up waves of wind.

Lu Ran turned to look immediately; was it finally starting?

On this night of the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the one firing the opening shot for the demonic race turned out to be everyone's old rival—the Bamboo Wood Demon!

It wore a coat made of bamboo leaves and a bamboo conical hat on its head.

A pair of emerald-green pupils flashed with terrifying light in this dark night, making its appearance especially horrifying.

"Deng, go quickly and return quickly!" Tian Tian's demeanor changed as she transformed into a commander.

"Received!" Deng Yutang, full of confidence, strode forward with long steps.

He was far too familiar with this type of demon.

As expected! That seemingly terrifying Bamboo Wood Demon failed to last even two exchanges under the spear of the Red Scarf believer before being pierced straight through the face by a single thrust!

"Pfft~"

The Bamboo Wood Demon's body shattered into mist, and streams of energy were sucked by Deng Yutang into his Divine Power Bead.

During this process, roars continuously echoed from various places throughout the city.

"Front left," Lu Ran suddenly spoke.

Deng Yutang gripped his Heavenly Star Spear tightly; a glow of red light flickered on the spear tip as he instinctively thrust toward the front-left.

Red Scarf Divine Art · Red Sharp Edge!

The million-grade Heavenly Star Spear was already sharp enough; now, coupled with the "Armor-Piercing" effect, its power was simply astonishing!

"Crack!"

The spear tip, wrapped in red light, pierced through the Bamboo Wood Demon's chest.

"Oh?" Deng Yutang's expression showed surprise; how was it another Bamboo Wood Demon?

Could it be that tonight there is a special event: Night Parade of a Hundred Demons?

And the demonic race invading the world is precisely the Bamboo Wood Demon race?

Then this is... too good!

Deng Yutang thought many things, yet his movements were not slow in the slightest.

He wielded the long spear and fiercely flicked it upward; the Bamboo Wood Demon was torn open all the way from its chest to its face.

Only a conical hat flew high into the air, then shattered into mist with a "pfft" sound in the night sky.

It was just like setting off a small firecracker?

"Could it be the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons of the Bamboo Wood Demon race?" Tian Tian clenched her small fists, equally full of anticipation.

If this were truly the case, it would be the best lot among the lower lots!

"Whoosh!!"

Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted from behind and to the right of Deng Yutang.

"Ha!" Being too close, Deng Yutang needed no reminder from anyone; he spun around abruptly and swung his spear.

It carried the momentum of sweeping away a thousand armies!

The spearhead, flashing with red light, left a curved arc of crimson glow in its wake, strikingly beautiful.

"Slap!"

Yet the indestructible Tianchen Spear met an obstacle.

Deng Yutang's heart skipped a beat; instinctively, he yanked the Tianchen Spear back, but it wouldn't budge!

Waves of terrifying pressure descended like a blanket, instantly enveloping Deng Yutang's body.

As if intending to crush him into pieces by sheer force!

"Deng—"

"Careful!" At the classroom entrance, several people's expressions changed instantly.

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

But when he tilted his head back, he couldn't even look high enough; he only saw the opponent's muscular chest?

Deng Yutang tilted his head back further and further, his gaze climbing continuously upward.

Though he stood a full 1.85 meters tall, before this demonic creature, Deng Yutang resembled a small, frail child.

As a ferocious face came into view, Deng Yutang's expression changed drastically!

"Lao Tian Mo?"

This was a humanoid demonic creature, resembling a fierce man.

He sported a distinctive bald head, with chains coiled around his body and black mist swirling about him.

Bare-chested, his skin was dark, as if cast from copper and iron!

Even more distinctive was that, from the moment he appeared in this world, Lao Tian Mo had grown six extra arms!

A full eight robust arms were spread out, muscles knotted together, claws bared and teeth gnashing.

At this moment, Lao Tian Mo was lowering his head, his scarlet eyes fixed intently on Deng Yutang.

The sense of oppression was overwhelming!

"Holy crap!"

Deng Yutang was completely stunned.

Since becoming a believer, he had never seen a member of the Lao Tian Mo clan with his own eyes.

And now, especially right after he had dealt with two "cute" Bamboo-Wood Demons, suddenly encountering such a thing—

Who wouldn't be confused?

While cursing furiously, Deng Yutang's actions were not slow; he strained desperately to pull back the Tianchen Spear.

But how could a tiny human contend in strength with a Lao Tian Mo?

"Hiss—"

"Baa~~~" The sound of mist spraying rose alongside a mournful cry.

"Hmm?" Lao Tian Mo whipped his head around, his scarlet pupils searching for the little lamb's figure.

Lu Ran deliberately lowered the grade of the Divine Art: Sound of Despair to Stream Artifact.

In this way, his human companions could resist slightly, while the inherently vicious and tyrannical demonic creatures would naturally fall victim to it.

"Take this!" Deng Yutang shouted angrily, divine power surging within him.

Divine Art: Red Scarf Soul!

Red Scarf disciple Deng Yutang invites the Red Scarf Ancestor to possess his body!

Deng Yutang gritted his teeth tightly, exerting all his strength to yank the Tianchen Spear fiercely!

However, Lao Tian Mo's right hand—well, the lowest of his four right hands—was gripping the spear shaft tightly, unmoving!

"Abandon the spear!"

"Don't worry about it!" Team leader Zhang Feng and Commander Tian Tian issued the command simultaneously.

The choices of the two Sword Lotus believers were surprisingly consistent; they immediately pushed out several lotus petals.

"Retreat!" Zhang Feng shouted sternly, "Eight hands in total; this is a River Realm Lao Tian Mo!"

The Lao Tian Mo clan is naturally huge in stature, all around 3 meters tall; you cannot judge their cultivation realm by their size.

But the extra arms grown by a Lao Tian Mo are the Zu Zhi Xie Fa of the Lao Tian clan: Lao Tian Hands!

A Mist Grade Lao Tian Hand allows a demonic creature to grow two extra arms; a Stream Grade adds two more, and so on.

"Damn it." Deng Yutang remained rational enough to immediately abandon his spear, retreating under the cover of the petals.

"Rustle~"

At the same time, Chang Ying shook the lot tube rapidly.

"Heavens have spirit, earth has spirit, Ran God protect... ahem, may the gods protect, just give me one!"

"Whoosh~!"

A spiritual lot shot out swiftly from the lot tube.

Chang Ying was overjoyed!

Because the remaining four spiritual lots inside the tube also flew out.

The Output Lot of the Five Treasure Lots!

"Good!" Chang Ying pointed forward with one hand, high-spirited, "Attack!"

Directly drawing the lots one desires from the heart? Such a situation is far too rare!

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

Five spirit lots, resembling five tiny wooden swords, shot rapidly toward Lao Tian Mo under their master's guidance.

At this moment, Lao Tian Mo had his back turned to the teaching building, his attention captured by a little lamb.

Opportunity!

Chang Ying stared intently at the back of Lao Tian Mo's head, frantically urging the five spirit lots to thrust forward.

A crisp "Crack!" rang out!

One of Lao Tian Mo's giant hands reached backward, slapping away all five spirit lots in a single blow.

Clean and decisive!

Chang Ying's face froze, her heart full of expectations instantly dashed.

Strangely, several of Lao Tian Mo's arms kept rotating, their reverse-jointed angles making one's teeth ache and flesh hurt just to look at them.

Moments later, aside from the two arms Lao Tian Mo originally possessed, the other six arms all turned toward the teaching building.

Even more strangely, Lao Tian Mo's attention had been fixed on Lu Ran from start to finish!

So, are these six arms fighting on their own?

"Slap~"

The giant hand, as if swatting a fly, slapped away the thrusting spirit lots once again.

But this time, it wasn't just five spirit lots attacking.

Under Zhang Feng's spellcasting, a huge lotus had already bloomed on the playground, from which no fewer than six flying swords shot out!

Sword Lotus Divine Art · Lotus Flying Swords!

One flying sword after another stabbed toward Lao Tian Mo from various angles.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

A series of crisp sounds assaulted the ears.

While striding forward, Lao Tian Mo used the giant hands on his back to fiercely grab hold of each flying sword.

No guns, no cannons; shall the human race make them for us?

Those crisp sounds were just like slaps across the faces of the Sword Lotus believers.

That Chang Ying of the Stream Realm could not trouble Lao Tian Mo was understandable, after all, there was a major realm gap between the two sides.

But River Realm Zhang Feng also failed to inflict much damage on Lao Tian Mo!

Lao Tian Mo did indeed bleed; when his giant hands grabbed the sword blades, his palms were cut by the sharp edges.

But that was all.

"Hiss—"

Lao Tian Mo's face became hideous, emitting a low roar from his mouth that sent shivers down one's spine!

The six hands on his back gripped six Lotus Flying Swords, while his own two hands held the Tianchen Spear and an iron chain.

Amidst the faint bleating of sheep, Lao Tian Mo's speed of advance suddenly increased, and the black mist surrounding him grew ever denser!

Lu Ran, holding dual blades and standing in the snow, stared intently at Lao Tian Mo's pair of fierce red pupils.

Suddenly, Lu Ran blinked.

Those pitch-black pupils belonging to the human race instantly transformed into a pair of sinister dead-sheep eyes.

Eye to eye, neither side yielding an inch!

Behind those dark, thick horizontal pupils, a faint black fire quietly ignited.

"Roar!!" Lao Tian Mo let out a furious roar, his momentum soaring to the heavens.

That massive body, like a black cloud pressing down on a city, carried an incompletely vicious and tyrannical aura as it crushed toward the tiny human.

Lu Ran's eyes were cold; he did not retreat, but slowly raised the Zhan Ye Dao, holding it horizontally before him:

"Baa."

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