Chapter 895: Let

"Speak!" Lu Ran barked, extinguishing the soul flame for now.

On the black mist cluster, the man's face twisted, his eyes bulging as if about to burst from their sockets.

Clearly, this man had endured unimaginable torment.

But to Lu Ran's surprise, the man remained silent.

"Oh?" Lu Ran sneered. "You're a tough guy?"

Fine.

Let's see how long you can hold out.

"Huu~" Within the Soul Prison, the soul flame reignited.

Jet-black flames surged high, swirling in thick, billowing darkness.

"Ahh! Aaaah! Aaaaaah!" A piercing scream erupted once more.

Lu Ran mentally commanded: 【Xia Guang, continue patrol, focus on the cliff face.】

Xia Guang Dao immediately departed, piercing through the tunnel choked with rubble, speeding away.

【Nightmare, enemies have been spotted near the sea cliff—alert your troops, increase vigilance.】

No sooner had Lu Ran transmitted this than he added: 【Also, tell the Nijing Demon Clan to speed up the refresh rate of the Qianyuan Mirrors! Enemies are at our doorstep—why haven't they reacted at all?】

【Understood!】 Deng Yuxiang's voice was stern.

Lu Ran coldly stared at the soul in his palm.

This guy really was tough—enduring soul flame scorching for this long?

"Stop! Stop, you damn demon worshipper! You'll die a cursed death! You'll die a cursed death!!"

"Hmph." Lu Ran let out a scoff.

Even if I weren't a demon worshipper, what of it?

Are you, as a divine believer, somehow superior?

You engage in treacherous, vile deeds—how dare you judge others?!

"Huu~"

Divine power surged in Lu Ran's hand; the soul flame intensified sharply.

"Aaaah! We won't let you live! You'll die! You'll die aaaaah!"

Lu Ran remained silent, watching the soul writhe in agony, screaming in torment.

Time slowly passed.

Every second was excruciating suffering for the soul scorched by the flame.

Suddenly, the tough guy's screams and curses turned into wails.

About half a minute?

No, maybe a little less.

Lu Ran clenched his lips—he'd held out at least twenty seconds.

He was a man, then.

"How many of you?" Lu Ran asked again, the soul flame still burning.

"You'll die! You fucking die aaaaah!"

Lu Ran nodded silently—he'd never met someone this stubborn before.

【Master!】 A voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

【Speak.】

【Another enemy spotted—Yanqing disciples, on the beach!】

"No! No aaaaah! I'll talk! I'll talk, Wuwuwu!"

The words in Lu Ran's mind overlapped with the sounds he heard.

The tough guy in the Soul Prison finally reached his limit—completely broken by torment.

Screams and curses became desperate, sobbing pleas.

His sudden shift in demeanor was startling.

In terms of cruelty, demons can roughly be divided into three categories.

The first are those with low intellect, bloodthirsty and murderous.

Honestly, if humans fell into the hands of such demons, it was almost a blessing.

At least they died quickly!

The second are cruel ones like Qiansi Shadow and Zhi Paper People, who take pleasure in torturing humans.

Humans are eventually tortured to death—body and mind ravaged, the process unbearable.

But even this isn't the worst outcome.

The most horrific fate for humans is encountering demons like Nijing Demons or Liehun Demons, who torment souls!

At this moment, Lu Ran, in a certain sense, was a third-category demon!

Without exaggeration, a man who could truly endure thirty seconds before breaking before Lu Ran…

Deserved to be called a true man!

"Stop! Stop, Wuwuwu I'll talk! I'll tell you everything aaaaah!!"

"How many?" Lu Ran did not extinguish the soul flame.

"F-f-four, don't burn… please, stop…"

"Besides you, how many?" Lu Ran remained unmoved.

"Three! Three three three!!"

"What sect, what realm?" Lu Ran asked grimly, the soul flame still burning.

"Yanqing… Jiang Jing mid-tier… please, I'm sorry! Stop, stop…"

【Three more Yanqing disciples, mid-tier Jiang Jing.】 Lu Ran immediately reported, dispersing the Soul Prison and opening his cold, piercing pupils.

The soul's wailing was absorbed into Lu Ran's pupils.

Lu Ran was no demon—he took no pleasure in torment; once he obtained the intelligence, he only wanted to join battle immediately and protect his Cloud Sea Cliff.

As the soul entered his pupils, Lu Ran's figure flashed, appearing atop the sea cliff.

Thick mist filled the heavens and earth, obscuring vision.

The roar of waves and the clamor of storm and rain filled the air.

These combined factors severely hindered the effectiveness of demonic arts and demonic perception.

Yet, in this pitch-black stormy night, faint golden light glimmered beneath the cliff's reefs!

Without doubt, it was Yu Changsheng's Dragon Carp Divine Art: Prayer Carp.

A pale golden miniature carp released golden beams, purifying all abnormal conditions within their range and granting Yu Changsheng perception.

Lu Ran's figure flashed, plunging alone into the golden drizzle, shouting: "Mr. Conglong?"

"Killed two, one's escaping—into the sea!" Yu Changsheng shouted back.

Lu Ran's heart tightened.

A sea-level powerhouse—killed two?

Probably in one glance, he unleashed a terrifying school of fish that swallowed the enemies whole?

Before the vast sea, Jiang Jing believers were indeed fragile.

"Huu~"

Though Lu Ran's mind raced with thoughts, his movements were swift—he suddenly released countless phantom black carp, swimming in all directions.

Black Carp Demonic Art: Black Carp Filling the Sky!

This technique was a domain-type art; at Jiang rank, its radius was roughly fifty meters.

It shared similar effects with the Dragon Carp Divine Art: Prayer Carp.

Each phantom black carp was linked to Lu Ran's perception, gathering all information within the domain and feeding it back to him.

Notably, this art was inferior to the Divine Art!

Because the Black Carp Demonic Art: Black Carp Filling the Sky had only perception, no purification.

"Puff!" Lu Ran dove into the sea.

Black Carp Demonic Art: Black Carp Dance!

A black gauze, spiraling like a ribbon, wrapped around Lu Ran, carrying him freely through the water.

Countless phantom black carps swam in all directions, tails flicking.

Lu Ran surged forward—then suddenly felt something stir in his mind!

A few of the black carps had touched something significant?

To ordinary people, Yanqing disciples with "Pure Water Body" were indistinguishable from seawater, merged seamlessly with the environment.

But to the phantom black carps, the divine power radiating from the "Pure Water Body" could hardly be the same as ordinary seawater?

Instantly, Lu Ran gripped the Bahuang Juemie Blade, his figure flashing away.

"Sss!"

Lu Ran, submerged in the sea, thrust his blade into the "water."

Before Lu Ran lay nothing—appearing mad, yet he knew clearly: the Bahuang Blade had pierced the enemy's body!

Drawing from past experience, as Lu Ran thrust forward, he released four strands of black mist from his hand.

Demon Spear Emperor Art: Demonic Cloud Tether!

Instantly, the man merged with the sea turned pale with shock!

Without hesitation, he immediately activated the Divine Art: Thousand Water Whips.

Lu Ran, having already fought against Yanqing disciples, flashed away the instant he launched the first four black mist lines.

Yanqing disciples—no wonder they're the main force in water combat!

Every one of their techniques takes water's form—even the water whips they lash out blend seamlessly with the ocean, making them impossible to defend against.

Can't defend?

Then I'll just keep my distance!

Lu Ran appeared over forty meters away, still surrounded by phantom little ink carp, sensing the enemy's location.

"Huh~ huh~"

Black gauze coiled around Lu Ran as he twisted and dodged wildly through the water.

With the aid of countless little ink carp and demonic awareness, he evaded the erratic water whips while maintaining a distance of over forty meters from the enemy.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Lu Ran suddenly changed his motion—thrusting his blade forward, his figure flickered away.

Fire Gate Blade Art, Third Form: Shining Star!

"Sss!"

Lu Ran suddenly appeared behind the enemy!

The Eightfold Annihilation Blade pierced straight through the man's occiput, its icy blade emerging from his brow, streaked with crimson blood.

The man's eyes widened, his pupils contracting violently!

Four black mist lines still coiled around his body, inside and out.

The black mist lines were like cruel, venomous snakes—even after death, they continued to violently disrupt the target's divine energy, blocking any postmortem spellcasting.

One must admit, the Demon Spear Emperor clan truly is ruthless!

【Mengyan, go to the reef and collect the soul.】Lu Ran summoned Soul Prison while mentally transmitting the message.

【I'm right here by Conglong.】

【Hmm.】Lu Ran gathered the black mist cluster, imprisoned the dead soul, and flew back at top speed.

The mist summoned by Xun Yifei's advancement was indeed obscuring—even at Ink Bay, fog drifted everywhere.

"Plop!"

Lu Ran leapt out, spraying waves in all directions.

He landed steadily on the reef beside Yu Changsheng, swiftly searching for the souls of the other two enemies.

Amidst the downpour and mist, he couldn't locate them for a moment.

Fortunately, Lu Ran possessed the Eyes of the Underworld—within a certain range, souls would be automatically drawn to him.

"Lord?" Yu Changsheng asked anxiously.

"Master, rest assured—I'm fine. The enemy is dead." Lu Ran held the black mist cluster, his horizontal pupils straining to see through the gloom.

Beside him, Deng Yuxiang extended her hand, revealing the artifact fragment—Wangsheng Coin—on her wrist.

But Lu Ran did not disperse Soul Prison; instead, he suddenly looked up.

Amidst the noisy storm, he faintly heard shouts.

Though his vision was blocked, the panicked cries of the souls helped him pinpoint their direction.

He seized Deng Yuxiang's arm, gripping her wrist and guiding it toward the direction the two souls were flying.

Deng Yuxiang understood instantly and activated the Wangsheng Coin.

As the two souls were sealed inside the Wangsheng Coin, Lu Ran ordered: "Return to your posts. I'll speak with him."

Speak with whom?

Lu Ran still held a black mist cluster in his hand!

Inside it was the terrified face of a man.

Lu Ran's expression darkened. He toyed with the Soul Prison mist cluster and flew straight toward the cliff's base.

You came to kill me at my home?

We've got a lot to discuss.

(End of Chapter)