Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

"Annihilation!"

When utilizing Spiritual Energy, all of Gu Lan's attacks would carry a trace of absolute damage known as "Destruction Damage."

However, the level of Spiritual Energy wasn't just a representation of the reserve of mana; the efficiency of mobilizing Spiritual Energy was incomparable as well.

Even among those gifted with Spiritual Energy, Gu Lan's level of expertise might have led the pack amongst players, but among the natives, it could only be considered to have just started taking shape.

If he wanted to fully mobilize his Spiritual Energy into a single strike, it would require a certain amount of time to concentrate.

"Hum~"

The tremors of Spiritual Energy almost reached their peak, making the bullets' trajectory beyond control.

"Bang!"

The brass bullet, cloaked in a flash of silvery bright brilliance, vanished in front of everyone's eyes in a blink.

"Pfft!"

[Your attack has successfully hit the target; the physical strike is ineffective, and only the added impact of Spiritual Energy has caused a slight blow to the target.]

[A greater impact will have a higher probability of interrupting the target's spellcasting; the current chance of interrupting the spellcasting with Spiritual Energy is 21.3%...]

Time seemed to slow down so much in the passage of sensory perception that, with his consciousness fully focused, Gu Lan felt as if he could clearly see the veteran's progress as he trailed behind a faint purplish line of light.

'Did I interrupt it?'

This thought flashed through his mind in the brief time available.

[...The interruption was unsuccessful.]

"Swish~"

As light and shadow returned, Gu Lan's eyes dimmed.

"I've failed..."

"Hum~"

The Array patterns took shape, and the purple eyes suddenly opened wide.

The first glimpse they threw was directly at the lone dark figure standing on the edge of a roof.

"Bang!"

Shattered to pieces.

The purplish Array under the view of Spiritual Energy instantly fragmented, falling from mid-air like broken glass.

Within the shards that glowed oddly, Yue Ying's indifferent eyes were continuously obscured.

If the real body of the opponent had descended, there might have been a great battle.

But mere power bestowed upon ordinary people was trivial in front of her.

Even if the enemy managed to cast a spell, she just wanted to see who the demon behind the villager really was.

Now... she had confirmed it.

"Conspiracy!"

With the Array's shattering, the power supporting Song's body receded like a tide, and the foundation of his body, which had already been hollowed out by demonic erosion, collapsed like a deflated balloon.

The only thing left in this world was the final eerie laughter that was unlike any human voice, "Kikikiki~ Jijijiji~"

Even the villagers who knew nothing of the situation could sense the excitement and satisfaction that pierced their hearts from this laughter.

As long as it involved plotting, whether successful or not, it was enough to console a conspiracy demon.

What it wanted was merely the process itself...

Not to mention, a conspiracy planted in the hearts of others was even more exhilarating and maddening for it.

Yue Ying sighed softly, feeling somewhat fatigued.

Of course, it was not because of the simple act of making a few moves.

It was because... Black Street was indeed a place of "outstanding people and exceptional spirits"...

She had seen demonic corruption before, but Black Street was too frequent and too intense.

Demons tempted the mortal world everywhere, of course, but most of the temptation was just that—temptation.

Turning people into zombies, into mindless raging butchers, into beasts obsessed with rutting... these were normal acts of demonic corruption.

If any ordinary person willing to embrace a demon could immediately receive the demon's blessing, then even the most stringent laws would likely fail to stop those at the bottom of society from defecting to the demons' ranks.

A demon's blessing was a rarity among rarities, a privilege only the so-called "Chosen Ones" might attain, reserved for absolute elites.

For most common people at the bottom, even if they joined the demons' ranks, they would still be the lowest of the low, just beasts of burden.

But in Black Street?

Every demon incident she encountered involved demons bestowing blessings directly, or even incarnating in the flesh.

Could it be that every resident in Black Street is a one-in-a-million chosen one?

Or is there some other special factor at play?

It's baffling... my head hurts.

But since it's still human territory, as long as Bai E can move freely, let him deal with these matters...

Now that the conflict is over, I can become invisible again~

A whirlwind suddenly rose from the flat ground in the midst of the Spiritual Energy senses, and behind the withered bodies and shattered Array fragments, a torrential vortex drew in the attraction from a high-dimensional space, absorbing back every trace that existed in the mortal world into the basic "nutrients" needed by the high-dimensional space itself.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"

Yue Ying seemed to hear the howling winds caused by the storm in the high-dimensional space.

And mixed within it was a distinctly clear yet fleeting seductive female voice that would make anyone blush and stir with restlessness upon hearing it—

'Hee hee~ Found you!'

Self-control took over instantly, and Yue Ying stumbled back a step.

Hidden beneath the black hood, a fair, delicate face blushed at once, and even the soft touch of the graceful fabric brushing against her skin made her involuntarily shiver.

"Thank you, my lord, for taking action," Gilder, who had regained his composure below, took the initiative to speak.

"..."

Yue Ying clenched her silver teeth on her lower lip, her figure flickered, and she vanished into the vast night sky.

"..."

"..."

"So aloof..."

"But so strong..."

"How would our lord fare against her?"

"I don't know... maybe fifty-fifty."

Watching the slender black shadow leave along the edge of the roof, players murmured curiously among themselves.

Players from Grey Iron City who had been drawn in by the commotion were also full of curiosity, patting Kuang Xin on the shoulder and asking eagerly, "Hey~ buddy, who was that? So fierce?"

"Don't ask." Kuang Xin didn't know either, but it didn't stop him from pretending, "Our Li Ming organization is full of talent; there are secrets you're not yet qualified to know."

"Oh~" The Grey Iron City player, leaning on a wooden stick, nodded in agreement, "That's true..."

But then he turned his attention to another matter, "What he just said, was it all true?"

Their glorious leader, was he just a small soldier in the military district?

Hearing this, Kuang Xin glanced sideways at the other man, "What about it? Since when does strength not speak for itself? How many NPCs can you find at our lord's level of power?"

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A temporary identity means nothing; one's own strength is the eternally unchanging truth.

There's no inherent fear of authority in the hearts of these players; how strong could an in-game force be if they can't come through the internet to beat them up in their own home?

Their leader is strong, their organization has countless masters, and most importantly, it provides endless assistance to them.

Just faithfully follow, and the background of the game world becomes but a tale for their amusement.

"Stop chatting." Dai Lian tugged at Kuang Xin's arm.

Xu Ruoguang began to take control of the remaining scene, and they needed to help.

"As enforcers of Black Street, you took the initiative to gather and cause trouble. You know what the consequences are, right?"

Faced with Xu Ruoguang's interrogation, all the old soldiers hung their heads low.

They merely wanted to follow Song's lead to test the lord's strength, not really harboring much of a rebellious intention.

It was all Song's personal agenda, and they were simply caught up in it.

But they couldn't voice this truth, and everyone remained silent like a mute, letting Xu Ruoguang reprimand and handle them.

As for resisting?

The lessons from the Black Axe Gang and demon-blessed Song were still fresh before them...

Although that black-robed lord hadn't shown much, her strength was probably no less than that of the real lord.

Resist? Impossible.

Xu Ruoguang exchanged a glance with Gong Yan as she approached, and their eyes betrayed a hint of surprise—

They had wanted to trouble these old soldiers but didn't expect them to deliver themselves into their hands, providing a perfect opportunity to fit those Grey Iron City players with prosthetics.