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Chapter 28 A Blood-Red Night

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

The Black Stone Society members, including Zhao Shuo and Jiang Shan, stared in astonishment at the spot where the wall had collapsed.

Moonlight streamed down through the holes in the wall, outlining a tall and slender silhouette amidst the rubble and dust.

The newcomer's features were so exquisite they were almost otherworldly. His pale skin gleamed like cold jade in the moonlight, and his scarlet eyes, like agates soaked in blood, swirled with an eerie light in the dimness.

Who is this person?

Zhao Shuo was completely stunned.

The mysterious man who attacked the Blackrock Society's stronghold never concealed his appearance; his photo had long been circulated within the Blackrock Society.

But the strangely handsome man in front of them did not resemble the person in the photo at all.

But reality didn't allow Zhao Shuo time to think it over. He quickly realized what was happening and issued the order in a stern voice.

"Grab him!"

The brief silence was broken by a roar, and the Blackrock members snapped out of their daze, rushing out from the shadows and cover to surround and kill the newcomer.

The clicking sound of guns being chambered echoed incessantly.

As a weapons factory, this place has no shortage of enchanted firearms made by fusing dungeon materials. All the non-professional Blackrock members who participated in the ambush were equipped with enchanted firearms, which could pose a threat even to professionals.

The dozen or so gunmen closest to the hole were the first to pull the trigger, and countless bullets intertwined to form an impenetrable net of death, enveloping the figure who seemed to stroll in at a leisurely pace.

Winter Solstice's expression remained unchanged, with a faint smile always on his face.

He simply raised his left hand slightly, his five fingers outstretched, as if plucking invisible strings in the void.

The next moment—

The blood gushing from the wounds of the four Black Stone Society members, whose throats had been slit and who were convulsing on the ground, suddenly stopped. Then, as if breaking free from the constraints of gravity, it violently tumbled upwards, defying the laws of physics, rapidly converging, stretching, and condensing in the air, instantly transforming into a translucent, blood-red wall that stood firmly in front of Dongzhi.

Knock knock knock!

The dense hail of bullets slammed into the blood-red wall, producing a dull thud like hitting rock. The high-speed bullets instantly lost their momentum, becoming densely embedded in the blood-red wall, unable to advance any further.

This bizarre scene left everyone present stunned, their faces showing expressions of utter disbelief.

Zhao Shuo's eyes widened in shock.

What kind of skill is this?

I've never heard of any profession that allows you to manipulate blood.

Just as everyone was shocked, the blood-red wall suddenly exploded, turning into countless thin blood lines that stretched and condensed into crescent-shaped blades in mid-air, shooting out in all directions like a meteor shower.

Chi Chi Chi!

The Blackstone Society members around the hole fell to the ground one after another, screaming in agony, like straw being harvested by a scythe.

Even professionals could only withstand the onslaught of blood-red blades for a second or two before being pierced through by countless blades, cut into pieces, and instantly reduced to mutilated corpses scattered on the ground.

Within a few short breaths, thirty or forty corpses had piled up on the ground within a twenty-meter radius of the winter solstice.

The flowing blood soaked the ground, outlining a spectacular yet terrifying crimson semicircle.

Looking at this hellish scene, Zhao Shuo felt a chill run down his spine and his scalp tingle.

What the hell is this monster?!

Before Zhao Shuo could recover from his shock, even more terrifying scenes followed.

The blood that had gathered on the ground surged up again, rising out of thin air as if it were alive, and congealing into countless sharp blood blades.

This time, because there was more blood, the number of crimson blades was more than ten times that of before, densely packed and hovering in the void, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"It's a monster!"

"Run!"

"I don't want to die!"

It's unclear who broke down screaming first, dropping their weapon and turning to flee. Fear spread rapidly through the crowd like a plague. Countless Blackrock members rushed toward the factory gate, and even some professionals completely lost their will to fight, only caring about fleeing in panic.

"Get back here, all of you! Anyone who tries to escape will be the first to be killed!"

Zhao Shuo roared with a ferocious expression, but his roar was quickly drowned out by the piercing sound of something tearing through the air.

Countless blood-red blades tore through the air, cascading down like crimson waves onto the fleeing crowd.

Wherever the waves passed, figures fell one after another, and the blood flowing from their bodies would immediately rise up and transform into new blood blades, continuously joining this deadly wave.

In an instant, the entire factory was stained with scarlet blood.

The agonizing screams and desperate pleas for mercy rose and fell, only to be quickly drowned out by the sharp sound of blades cutting through the air, and in an instant, all fell into dead silence.

When the last Blackstone member fell just three meters from the gate, the factory finally returned to calm.

With a whoosh, all the suspended crimson blades melted into blood and fell back to the ground, forming a thick, crimson carpet. The air was filled with a pungent, nauseatingly sweet, and pungent stench.

Winter Solstice still stood where he began, with motionless corpses and meandering blood beneath his feet. Moonlight outlined a hazy, dark red contour around him, like a noble of the night stepping out of an ancient legend, elegant yet sinister.

Zhao Shuo stared blankly at the scene before him, a sense of dread, as if his heartstrings had been pulled out, welling up inside him.

In just a few minutes, more than a hundred skilled fighters, except for him and Jiang Shan, were all killed.

The enemy didn't move an inch from beginning to end, and no one could even touch a single hair on his head.

What kind of being did they provoke?!

Whoosh!

The sound of flowing liquid was particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

Zhao Shuo and Jiang Shan were startled and looked up in alarm.

Four blood-soaked chains, each as thick as a bowl and several meters long, rose from the pool of blood on the ground and hovered around Dongzhi, swaying slowly. The sharp tips of the chains were like spears, locking onto them from afar.

"Wait, wait!" Zhao Shuo was terrified and hurriedly raised his hand to signal, "I admit defeat! Let's talk this out! Don't kill me! I'll give you anything you want!"

"Oh?" Dongzhi raised an eyebrow slightly. "I need skill cards and talent cards. Do you have any?"

"Yes! Yes!" Zhao Shuo nodded repeatedly as if grasping at a straw. "The card isn't on me; I put it in the guild's warehouse. I'll take you to get it right now!"

Dongzhi raised an eyebrow slightly and gently shook her head: "Never mind then."

The moment the words fell, the four blood chains suddenly straightened and shot out with a piercing shriek, so fast that they left only a scarlet afterimage.

Zhao Shuo's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively retreated frantically while roaring, "Jiang Shan, make your move!"

At the same time, countless Taoist figures rushed out from the shadows behind him.

Their skin was bluish-purple, their features stiff, and their eyes empty and lifeless. As soon as they appeared, they lunged at the blood chain with expressionless faces.

Corpse soldiers!