Chapter 222: Pride

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

In Rain Alley City, Lu Ran traveled through the streets and alleys with the team.

Ever since they figured out a suitable set of tactics, the killing efficiency of the four-person team had improved quite a bit.

Although this was the case, the atmosphere of the team was becoming increasingly heavy.

Rain Alley City tonight had suffered heavy casualties.

The Thread-Pulling Shadow clan was too dangerous, and the lethality of their Evil Techniques was extremely strong.

In terms of the number of human casualties alone, it should be second only to the day of the Wild Woman Ba ghost night walk on the fifteenth of October last year.

The Wild Woman Ba could still maintain the lead, not because the Thread-Pulling Shadow's strength was insufficient.

But because the Thread-Pulling Shadow clan's desire to play was too heavy!

She always wanted to play with and torture the human race, to torture her prey.

Honestly, if it weren't for this cruel psychology, the number of human casualties would probably have multiplied several times!

"Attention everyone!" In the night sky, Sun Zhengfang's voice suddenly came, "At the gate of the Fragrant Cake City!"

On the street below, the phantom arrived with immortal mist.

Lu Ran slid sideways, slowing down while staring at the store in the distance.

It was another sky full of red threads, another group of people struggling to resist.

Lu Ran carefully explored the battlefield, confirming that no soldiers were entangled by red threads, and his heart breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, Lu Ran sacrificed the Divine Technique 'Sound of Sorrow':

"Baa~~~"

In the dim night, a sheep's bleat was quite penetrating, passing through layers of rain curtains, drifting into the Thread-Pulling Shadow's ears.

"Hmm?" The Thread-Pulling Shadow's state changed, and her charming and moving appearance disappeared without a trace.

Her playful eyes became incomparably sinister, and she turned her head abruptly to look at the street in the distance.

In the heavy rain, under the street lamp.

A figure wearing a yellow raincoat stood there impressively.

"He's here, Lu Ran is here!"

"Hold on! The patrol team brothers are here!" Four Moon-Watchers were overjoyed, their hearts greatly encouraged.

That unique sheep's bleat had already become a symbol.

Rain Alley City was really small.

So small that in the God Bureau-Moon-Watcher sequence, believers of various types were not fully configured.

In this small territory, on the life-and-death battlefield, when you heard the sheep's bleat...

The person coming could only be that person—Lu Ran!

Having said that, even if the scope was expanded to Wu Lie River Province, and even the entire Great Xia, I'm afraid Lu Ran was the only Xiang Xiang Xianyang believer who could fight on the battlefield.

God characteristics, Xiang Xiang Xianyang sect rules, and the temperament of the disciples, various factors combined, destined that Xiang Xiang Xianyang sect disciples could not go to the battlefield to kill enemies.

Xiang Xiang Xianyang believers were one weaker than the other; this was an indisputable fact.

Once they passed the novice protection period, or after graduating from high school, Xiang Xiang Xianyang believers would avoid sparring, fighting, or entering demon caves for training.

Look at Lu Ran instead?

He killed his way out of a sky and was specially recruited into the patrol team.

He killed his way through one night of the fifteenth after another, killing his way to the title of "Crowning Rain Alley".

In the end, he even killed his way into the ranks of Great Xia's Heaven's Prides!

Therefore, this sheep's bleat was indeed very representative.

It could completely be regarded as the symbol of Rain Alley City.

"Ahhh!"

From the Thread-Pulling Shadow's alluring red lips, a harsh scream was emitted.

Sun Zhengfang had already fallen to the ground, and a parasol tree rose from the ground.

After Wei Long dropped Sun Zhengfang, he flew through the high altitude with ease, going behind the Thread-Pulling Shadow.

Jiang Ruyi flew to the side of the Thread-Pulling Shadow, throwing out one Explosive Flame Talisman after another.

What did it matter if the night rain was pouring?

Those Explosive Flame Talismans, although unable to ignite the bright red long dress, could blow the red cloth and red threads to pieces!

Jiang Ruyi's goal was very clear; like Sun Zhengfang, both were forcing that Thread-Pulling Garment to release as many red cloth strips and red threads as possible to confront the two.

Thereby, creating an opportunity for Wei Long to break through.

It had to be said that that Thread-Pulling Garment was truly powerful!

Sun Zhengfang released so many branches, and there were Jiang Ruyi and other Moon-Watchers attacking on the side, but the bright red long dress was fearless, fighting many with one.

The bright red long dress forcibly helped its master stand firm and avoid all the disturbances around.

"Evil beast!"

Wei Long shouted sharply, stabbing directly into the defensive range of the Thread-Pulling Garment.

Was Wei Long not afraid of attracting the Thread-Pulling Shadow's attention with such wanton battle roars?

The answer was... not afraid!

As long as Lu Ran was on the scene,

In the demon's eyes, there would be no one else!

"Whoosh~"

"Whoosh~!" Five threads stabbed rapidly at Lu Ran.

In the Thread-Pulling Shadow's pair of beautiful pupils, red light flickered, revealing a hint of cruelty.

The charming beauty from before was now like a twisted, fierce ghost.

"Baa~"

Lu Ran held the Silent Zhan Ye Dao, flicked a blade flower lightly, and bent his legs slightly.

One dodge sideways, one lowering of the head, one flash of blade light.

Several red threads were severed by the Silent Zhan Ye Dao, making the Thread-Pulling Shadow even more furious.

Lu Ran, however, was strolling leisurely.

His mouth was calling out a weak, sorrowful sound, while his hands displayed a sharp and ruthless blade technique.

A mere five red threads want to entangle me?

You can't!

Better go back and call the Paper Doll over.

If she were holding a small paper doll in her palm, then I might really not be able to run...

"Pa! Pa!"

"Boom!" The sound of branches lashing and the sound of explosions were endless.

Even with many Moon-Watchers casting spells at the same time, entangling the bright red long dress.

But when Wei Long killed his way in, there were still some red cloth strips and red threads attacking.

A dignified River Realm Fifth-Stage Prisoner Demon believer naturally wasn't a vegetarian!

Wei Long's large red robe swung fiercely, and his feet stepped heavily on the ground.

"Hoo!!"

Beneath Wei Long's feet, it seemed as if a sea of blood was surging, flapping in all directions, surging and surging.

Prisoner Demon Divine Technique 'Blood Sea Chaos'!

Wei Long tried his best to support the Blood Evil Garment, blocking the invasion of red cloth strips and red threads.

In the sea of blood, only this Prisoner Demon disciple could be unaffected by the air waves.

Everyone suddenly noticed that the red threads fluttering in the sky had softened?

Immediately, the thread ends lifted again, and then dropped again.

It was as if the signal reception wasn't good...

Clearly, the surging blood sea air waves were disrupting the energy in the Thread-Pulling Shadow's body, hindering her from casting spells.

"Go." Jiang Ruyi spat out a word lightly.

In the night sky, the Cool Night Sword stabbed down rapidly, and the Rosy Light Blade followed closely behind.

"Ahhhh!!"

The Thread-Pulling Shadow screamed angrily; having lost her heavy clothing, her combat style changed, and she rushed straight toward Lu Ran.

However, a chain suddenly appeared, not only blocking in front of the Thread-Pulling Shadow but also binding her neck.

The two words 'Prisoner Demon' were indeed not called in vain.

Within the "domain" of the Prisoner Demon disciple, it was indeed difficult for a demon to have a way to live.

"Sss!"

"Sss," the blade and sword flashed past.

In the layers of rain curtains, a pair of blade and sword pulled out a long line of blood.

Cruel, yet beautiful.

Careful people would also notice that the blood chain wrapped around the Thread-Pulling Shadow's neck had already extended long spikes.

Prisoner Demon Divine Technique 'Blood Chain Stab'!

One by one, sharp chain spikes stabbed the Thread-Pulling Shadow's neck, creating one blood hole after another.

As for whether it was the demon killed by a pair of Divine Artifacts or the demon stabbed to death by the Prisoner Demon disciple...

It didn't matter.

What mattered was that the demon was beheaded; one more killing move meant one more guarantee.

The battlefield gradually returned to silence, but Lu Ran's channel was fiery.

"Clean and neat, smooth and flowing! Satisfying!!"

"I've seen a ghost; now every time I hear a sheep bleat, I feel my blood boiling..."

"No, this sound is too evil!"

"There's a problem! Other Xiang Xiang Xianyang believers are begging for mercy, how come his is mocking the enemy and provoking war? There's a big problem!"

"That's Lu Ran's special application of the Sound of Sorrow, you little noobs don't know shit!"

On the rainy street, in front of the cake city.

The Thread-Pulling Shadow's body shattered into mist and was inhaled by Wei Long into his divine power bead.

Lu Ran stepped forward slowly, inhaling the Thread-Pulling Shadow's soul into his pupils.

"Is everyone okay?" Sun Zhengfang walked out of the parasol tree, looking around at everyone.

"I'm fine."

"We're fine, Team Sun!" Several Moon-Watchers responded one after another.

"Good." Sun Zhengfang nodded, "Be careful, we're leaving."

With the captain's order, Wei Long carried Sun Zhengfang and flew high.

Jiang Ruyi followed closely behind, only Lu Ran had fog surging beneath his feet, traveling through the streets and alleys.

"Take care!"

"Take care!" Voices came from behind Lu Ran, carrying deep concern.

Lu Ran sighed inwardly, quietly closing his eyes, listening carefully to the sounds of this world, continuing to rush to the next battlefield.

Reasonable tactics helped everyone defeat the demons again and again.

The cooperation of the four-person team became more and more tacit, and the combat efficiency was constantly improving.

Sun Zhengfang, Wei Long, Jiang Ruyi, Lu Ran.

Everyone showed a powerful style, especially the Prisoner Demon believer Wei Long, who shone brightly in this special tactic!

The Thread-Pulling Shadow clan's ghost night walk lasted for nearly two hours.

As time passed midnight, everyone clearly noticed that the frequency of the bright red shadows appearing dropped sharply.

Although there were fewer Thread-Pulling Shadow figures, other demons were still invading human cities and wreaking havoc for a while.

However, everyone had experienced the baptism of the battle with the Thread-Pulling Shadow clan, and at this time, when fighting common demon races like Evil Dogs, Ghost Pupils, and Soul-Splitting Demons, they were even more handy.

Until three o'clock in the morning, Rain Alley City gradually quieted down.

The heavy rain became lighter, as if this small city was sobbing softly.

Once again, everyone walked to the outside of Hexi Park and stepped onto that narrow and small overpass.

"Hoo"

Lu Ran breathed a deep sigh of relief, stepping onto the position where the Thread-Pulling Shadow had once appeared.

It was at this bridgehead that he saw the first Thread-Pulling Shadow.

A short night passed... to be precise, a few short hours passed, but Lu Ran felt as if several days had already passed.

This night, many things happened.

Some were injured, some died, some wept in the rain.

Figures lingered in Lu Ran's mind, lingering for a long time.

Lu Ran stood at the bridgehead, and his teammates also stopped, quiet and still.

At this time, everyone didn't need to fly in the city; the demons invading the city came like a tide, and like a tide, they had already retreated.

"Little Lu." After a long time, it was Sun Zhengfang who woke Lu Ran up.

"Here!"

"Patrol, the night hasn't passed yet." Sun Zhengfang reminded softly.

"Mm." Lu Ran responded in a low voice, only feeling a hand gently stroking his back.

Lu Ran turned his head to look, but saw Jiang Ruyi's side face.

The girl was looking up at the night sky.

Lu Ran looked over and gazed into the distance, seeing the tallest building in Rain Alley at a glance—Wu Lie Building.

The permeating rain mist couldn't hide the brilliant light on the top floor of the building.

This lighthouse-like existence had experienced the wind and rain all night, but it was still dazzling.

"She will be proud of you." Jiang Ruyi said softly.

The girl naturally knew who recommended Lu Ran to the "Heaven's Pride" list.

She said softly, adding: "Whether it's the patrol team or Heaven's Pride."

Lu Ran silently looked at Wu Lie Building, looking at the bright brilliance under the night sky.

Will she?

She will.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 223 =====