Chapter 458: Formation of the Dead Zone, the Arena Where Gods and Demons Walk

"No, it's not that the poor monk is leaving." Tang Luo said, "It's that several benefactors should leave."

"Huh?"

Everyone looked at each other, not quite understanding Tang Luo's meaning.

"The poor monk can only protect several benefactors for a while." Tang Luo said.

"... Oh." Everyone suddenly understood, realizing what Master Xuanzang meant.

With the other party's assistance, they had indeed been doing quite well, but the problem lies here.

If not for the other party's assistance, their group would have already been completely wiped out—what does that prove?

It proves that with their strength, they are actually no longer suited to wade through these muddy waters, even if bad luck plays a part.

Several people aren't stupid, nor are they insatiably greedy, just hot-headed fools.

After briefly discussing, repeatedly thanking, and then giving Tang Luo some healing items, these people immediately returned, formally withdrawing from this mission.

Tang Luo can protect them for a while, but when it truly comes to gods and demons clashing, could he really continue to protect them?

Even if he could, what qualifications do they have, or what could they possibly offer as sufficient compensation for Tang Luo to do so?

Others aren't their fathers.

Speaking of which, the gains from this mission have already been sufficient—several people have each obtained one or two pieces of equipment and skills.

Coincidentally, as people followed the guidance, they kept drawing nearer, encountering more and more enemies.

Increasing numbers of god-and-demon walkers died, were wounded and withdrew, or actively left, deciding not to participate in this mission anymore.

After all, everyone is focused on the potential gains of this mission—if one carelessly loses their life, what's the point of gaining anything?

Not everyone chooses to seek wealth through danger, and moreover, wanting it doesn't mean one can obtain it.

This mission, however, was issued to all god-and-demon walkers.

Many big shots have been dispatched, so there's no need to worry about the mission failing to be completed—even if one doesn't participate, the mission won't fail.

God-and-demon walkers who constantly test the limits of failure won't disappear or die just because this mission fails.

If many big shots act and the mission still fails, then it's better to just wash up and sleep—rushing in would easily get one killed.

Many god-and-demon walkers arrived decisively and left just as decisively, without any hesitation.

Many understand that the "Corrupt Blood" mission will ultimately become a battlefield for the strong among god-and-demon walkers.

Even third-rank god-and-demon walkers may not have the chance to intervene—they can only watch from the sidelines, seeing if there's an opportunity to snatch chestnuts from the fire.

If they're even slightly weaker, they truly won't have any opportunity at all.

After seeing off those few god-and-demon walkers, Tang Luo took out his phone, opened the communication app, and sent a message to each of the two enlightened trading groups:

"God-level support, online to assist people.

Professional enlightenment and healing, skilled in bone regeneration and flesh regrowth, bringing the dead back to life. Mainly offering strength enhancement, flight, invisibility, etc., with a free enemy binding once.

Large-scale recycling of second-hand fate fragments, financially strong, one life for one life, true life exchanged for fate.

Reputable business, quality guaranteed.

Fellow companions in North Ou can contact the poor monk for support.

Those nearby and weaker are prioritized."

After the message came a location—bluntly and carelessly exposing where he was.

"..."

"..."

Many god-and-demon walkers, busy stealing leisure or simply idle, saw this message and immediately laughed and cried.

Master, what are you doing?

A group of people in North Ou are advancing step by step, scheming and fighting, struggling against heaven and earth, major events, grand scenes in the dark.

Everyone is watching "Corrupt Blood," as it affects the future landscape.

And you broadcast a message saying you're doing business?

Haven't you put the mission in your eyes yet, and still haven't put other god-and-demon walkers in your eyes?

Moreover, are you so sure there aren't any two-faced spies in the group who would directly sell your location?

Master, you're doing this so dangerously.

I think Master, you're doing this wrong—it's not good.

"Master, that I..."

"Master..."

Within less than three seconds, many people privately chatted with Tang Luo.

Tang Luo chose a nearby destination to go to, then sent another message in the group: "Order taken, next order in three days, interested parties private chat."

A group of people in their hearts loudly cursed, "Who has such fast hand speed? Luck is truly good!"

The god-and-demon walkers who parted from Tang Luo, upon seeing the message, also laughed and cried, originally thinking the master was going to do something serious.

Unexpectedly, after using them, he just discarded them—Master, are you really such a scumbag?

A few days later.

That quiet and peaceful small town finally began to become lively.

Quite a number of god-and-demon walkers poured in, nights were no longer peaceful, and battles inevitably broke out.

The few policemen in the small town were driven to distraction by all kinds of strange sounds in the night.

And there's the unknown "Corrupt Blood."

From the mission's release until now, nearly ten days have passed, and the whereabouts of "Corrupt Blood" remain a mystery.

Some god-and-demon walkers have already expanded their search range, not limited to this small town.

The tentatively outlined range is actually not small—the mountain forest north of the small town, rarely visited by humans, also belongs to the possible location of "Corrupt Blood."

The situation had instead become somewhat like a special treasure had appeared somewhere, with a group of people entering to search for it.

The town's residents also felt that, these past few days, there were more and more unfamiliar faces around.

Moreover, many of them didn't look like good people at all, which was quite worrying.

Only the inns, restaurants, and such places had owners beaming with joy, making money, making money.

Open for a few days, eat for half a year.

And the Gods and Demons Walking the World had also already deployed the forces they had established in the mortal world, temporarily turning this town into a place no one governed.

As long as they kept the situation contained within a certain scope, no extra forces would jump out to interfere with them.

The town became a "colosseum" between Gods and Demons Walking the World.

Night fell, several officers sat in a patrol car, symbolically patrolled once, and immediately ended it.

Higher-ups had long hinted, admonishing them not to meddle in those messy affairs, as there was no benefit in it for them.

Nor did a portion of the town's residents temporarily leave — but this was not a wise move.

At first glance, storm clouds gathering, avoiding it early seemed a good choice.

But with the situation of the Blood of Corruption unclear, how could Gods and Demons Walking the World possibly allow them to leave so easily?

What if the Blood of Corruption was hidden on these people?

Just this possibility alone was enough for Gods and Demons Walking the World to make a move.

If not for the scruple that this is the real world, some Gods and Demons Walking the World would have long since attacked the town's residents.

Even so, in the real world, perhaps because of the mission, or perhaps because of the large number of participating Gods and Demons Walking the World, the "responsibility" was shared.

This mission, everyone clearly felt, the restrictions on Gods and Demons Walking the World had become much smaller.

"Can't hold back anymore."

Zhu Bajie looked at the Gods and Demons Walking the World walking openly on the street like a bunch of mafia and said.

These Gods and Demons Walking the World had united and consciously begun driving out other Gods and Demons Walking the World.

Organizations began to form, or rather, to intervene.

Lone walkers, small squads — their days began to turn difficult.

Kong Ming stood beside Zhu Bajie: "The mission situation is still unclear, many people are thinking of eliminating competitors first."

To complete the mission, one must obtain the Blood of Corruption.

Which also means, at most only one squad can successfully complete the mission.

Clearing out competitors naturally became an extremely important matter.

Of course, there are also those who don't think so.

For example...

"How many people did you bring?" Zhu Bajie looked at Kong Ming and asked.

"Ten, including me." Kong Ming said.

"So few?" Zhu Bajie found it a bit strange.

Kong Ming smiled: "Quality over quantity in soldiers, and our purpose isn't to complete the mission, but to stop the Gods' Alliance."

The Martial Mythology's purpose is clear, we only sent elites; the Gods' Alliance moves, we stop them.

Sabotage doesn't need too many people.

As for the mission, they have no intention.

Because Tang Luo is there.

"Did the Scarlet Essence Daoist Master say come?" Zhu Bajie asked, he was still somewhat curious about those people.

"Senior Scarlet Essence didn't come with us, but should have come too; Senior Jiang Shang didn't come." Kong Ming said.

"Oh, a fight broke out." Zhu Bajie nodded and said.

Just saw that across from that group of black-clothed men, a few more people came over, both sides directly at sword's point on the street, and without another word, fought on the spot.

Speaking of it, it looks pretty low-class, not much different from street thugs brawling.

Of course, this is also deliberate on the part of these Gods and Demons Walking the World.

Now is not yet the time to go all out; using this probing way to establish each other's strength is also a tacit understanding.

"Hm?"

Before these people could decide a victor, Zhu Bajie's expression suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?"

"Feels like some kind of formation, enveloping this whole area." Zhu Bajie said, "I'll go take a look."

Speaking, he turned into a streak of light and vanished in an instant.

"Actually, feels like we didn't need to come either." Kong Ming murmured.

This "Second Senior Brother's" strength is truly unfathomable.

Before long, Zhu Bajie reappeared in the room and said: "Can't get out."

"What?" Kong Ming froze.

"This town, including a large area to the north, have all become a dead zone that can't be left." Zhu Bajie said, "Just like a ghost hitting a wall, you only circle in place."

"... What about the sky?"

"Same, don't know who laid this formation, quite profound." Zhu Bajie said.

"Gods and Demons Walking the World, or the Blood of Corruption's doing?" Kong Ming immediately thought of the Blood of Corruption.

Since it's a mission, how could there be no danger at all?

Would the Blood of Corruption really be like an item, letting people fight and snatch it at will?

But no God or Demon Walking the World would harbor such a naive thought.

"Not sure." Zhu Bajie grinned. "This just got interesting."

"Right, can people from outside get in?" Kong Ming asked, pulling out his phone to check.

Sure enough, there wasn't any signal at all.

"Who knows..." Zhu Bajie said. "But Master's almost here too; we'll have answers soon enough."

By this point, this area had truly become a forbidden zone where gods and demons tread, a colosseum.