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”Nothing will happen, right?”

Zhou An saw Zhu Wenwu coming out from inside, looking like a changed person, and felt uneasy in his heart.

At this moment, Zhu Wenwu had a head full of white long hair, his demeanor had also changed drastically, and he had advanced to a Tier Eight Extraordinary.

Zhou An didn’t rush to follow, instead he focused on slaying the Doomsday Cult followers.

A significant portion of these Doomsday Cult followers weren’t extraordinary, yet their strength wasn’t weak at all, enhanced by some means, their physical bodies strong, their life force surprisingly robust.

This resulted in these seemingly rag-tag Doomsday Cult followers able to fight back and forth with them.

However, after White Mask left, the victor was decided, and before long, the Doomsday Cult began to collapse, with no one being Zhou An’s match.

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White Mask moved fast, Zhu Wenwu had to exert all his effort to barely keep up.

”Give up, you can’t kill me. Being fellow blood species, what’s the point in you killing me?”

White Mask turned around with a smile, seemingly not taking Zhu Wenwu seriously at all.

Though he couldn’t kill Zhu Wenwu, Zhu Wenwu’s strength was lacking and he couldn’t possibly kill him either.

Zhu Wenwu didn’t speak, instead taking advantage of White Mask slowing down, he slashed with a simple strike, with no flourish in the attack.

White Mask easily dodged with a sidestep and sent Zhu Wenwu flying with a palm strike, whistling with a taunting expression.

Facing Zhu Wenwu, who clung like gum, he seemed agitated too, and picked up a marionette, saying eerily:

”I can’t kill you, but that doesn’t mean others can’t. Your own strength isn’t strong!”

An old man shrouded with a face cloth appeared behind him, holding a moderately sized iron hammer, stained with blood, seemingly having just killed someone.

”Divine Envoy, should we kill him?” The old man looked at Zhu Wenwu, a cruel look in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Wenwu quickly retreated, laughing coldly:

”It seems it’s not just you waiting for someone, being of the same blood species, we truly act similarly.”

”Waiting for someone?”

White Mask waved his hand, saying: ”That fat guy? You’re likely going to miss him.”

With a sudden gunshot, as White Mask was speaking, his head exploded, blood splattering across the old man’s face.

”Divine Envoy, are you alright!”

The old man froze for a moment, then shouted, appearing flustered, the Divine Envoy had suddenly died violently.

”Not dead?”

Su Changxing observed White Mask still standing there with a confused expression, he thought it was a person, but now it seemed otherwise.

Previously, he received Zhu Wenwu’s request for support and had arrived early, yet it seemed he was still a step late.

A dense blood mist formed around White Mask, quickly coalescing into a masked head.

White Mask showed terror, sensing a lethal threat, this almost took his life, among humans there were such powerful existences.

”You...”

White Mask turned to look at the old man, ready to speak, only to find him already on the ground, a two-finger wide bullet hole in his forehead.

”When?”

He hadn’t even noticed when Su Changxing attacked.

The old man struggled on the ground, unable to speak, as if a hand was encroaching on his neck, his face full of terror.

Su Changxing sensed the presence of the Blood Moon on White Mask, so intense it reminded him of the Blood Moon in the Zombie World.

So this was a monster that escaped from the Blood Moon World?

[Abyssal Mask: Possessing extensive knowledge of humans and their history, an original blood species from the Blood Moon World, akin to top-tier human nobility...]

Abyssal Mask?

Su Changxing suddenly realized, the Blood Moon World might be home to numerous intelligent beings, occupying a higher form.

This was a truly High-Level World.

However, the strength of this blood species wasn’t particularly strong, with energy fluctuations roughly at Tier Seven.

”It’s truly terrifying how your strength has grown to this point, Leader Su.” White Mask looked out toward Su Changxing in the distance, shouting loudly.

In an instant, his body split into four parts, scattering in different directions, knowing he was no match for Su Changxing.

Perfect Bullet Screen.

Su Changxing formed a downward triangle gesture with his hands, over thirty silver lines shot out from before him, sliding toward White Mask’s each clone.

He couldn’t distinguish which was the real body, but shooting them all should suffice.

The speed of the bullets far exceeded White Mask’s fleeing speed, each bullet penetrating them one by one, all four ”White Masks” were blown apart by bullets, leaving only wreckage.

Yet strangely, he didn’t feel like he had killed White Mask, as his phone didn’t show the corresponding notification.

”He escaped, over there!”

Zhu Wenwu shouted, pointing ahead in the near distance.

Due to a mark, he could sense White Mask’s approximate location.

Su Changxing shot towards that direction with Super Perception, only to see a giant puppet’s hand extending towards him, three to four stories high, a single finger larger than his entire body.

When did it appear?

Dusk.

Golden light refracted in the space, completely enveloping the massive puppet.

The giant hand slowly descended, breaking free from the domain’s rules, unaffected.

Bam~

Su Changxing hesitated for a moment, struck by the invisible hand, sent flying into the bushes behind.

This attack was truly unavoidable.

He stood up from the ground, dusting off, unharmed, then mounted the black and white sniper rifle and shot towards the direction White Mask fled.

A silver light streaked across the woods, striking White Mask’s back, sending him flying.

The next moment, he got up again, and ran further away, his speed increasingly abnormal.

”Brother Su, we can’t let him run, or it’d be dreadful, this is the only chance to kill him.”

Zhu Wenwu came up from behind, shouting, appearing exhausted.

Su Changxing glanced at the bloodstained Zhu Wenwu, then turned and continued the pursuit, his body transforming into a bolt of lightning, his speed surging.

This was the ability ”Body of Lightning” acquired from a Duke’s butler, allowing his body to become electrified for a short time, gaining tremendous speed.

In less than half a moment, Su Changxing appeared not far behind White Mask.

”Kid, if you don’t want to die, don’t mess with me!”

White Mask turned to Su Changxing, appearing flustered, a black cloud pattern flowing on his mask.

In Su Changxing’s hand appeared a long, ghostly red scythe, slashing in a semicircle towards White Mask, with the ability ”Concentrating”, creating a wide-range blade energy.

”Concentrating” was itself a divine power of melee cold weapons, though often used with firearms by him, can unleash even greater power in close combat.

Golden light refracted in the space, encasing White Mask, restricting his movements.

”Hmm? Are you seeking death?”

White Mask also sensed danger, turning to see, his eyes emitted a radiant red glow engulfing the surrounding space, including the golden light.

At this moment, Su Changxing realized what kind of opponent he faced, such a complete domain was akin to a microcosm, only High-tier Extraordinary could manage one.

His simple, incomplete Game Domain appeared utterly laughable against this domain, unrealistic, like a child wielding a toy sword charging at a fully armed soldier with firearms.

His domain was quickly shattered, but not completely dissipated, leaving only the data stream maintaining the domain’s framework.

”Eh?”

White Mask showed a hint of surprise, not expecting Su Changxing to withstand his strike.

The crushing force of rules was usually absolute.

When two extraordinary control a domain, the relatively weaker one absolutely wouldn’t unleash their domain first; if both deploy domains, the weaker one would be instantly defeated.