Who Will the Werewolf Kill Tonight

A black flying knife shot out from Meng Yi's sleeve, as fast as lightning; the sound of it tearing through the air couldn't even keep up with its flight speed!

Just as this flying knife was about to pierce the center of your brow.

A golden palm steadily caught it between two fingers.

"Ding!"

This golden palm began to slowly fade, transforming into the texture of human skin.

This change quickly spread across the entire golden statue.

Li Lingyue, wearing the Empress's phoenix robe, appeared before you!

The corners of your mouth curled up slightly.

This is in the bag.

Even though assassins like Meng Yi were wearing masks, you could imagine their expressions at this moment.

"The Empress?! She should be in the Southern Borders right now!"

"Don't be afraid, it's an Incense Clone! This is a common trick of the Incense Dao! A clone can't even unleash a tenth of the main body's power, there is nothing to fear!"

"Let me finish her off!"

A Martial King realm expert attacked with confidence, wielding a pair of golden maces, spinning over like Garen.

If one were struck by that, it would probably hurt a lot.

But the Empress actually caught it barehanded, snatched the twin maces over, and forcefully snapped them in half!

"My Golden Flood Dragon Maces!"

The Empress's expression was icy. With a movement of her feet, she was so fast it looked like teleportation. Her jade hand directly grabbed this Martial King's neck and slammed him headfirst into the dirt.

With a final vicious stomp, she sent him to the afterlife!

Only then did Meng Yi and the others realize that this was no ordinary Incense Clone; it was a Golden Incense Body capable of fighting at full strength!

"She only has the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, avoid her edge!"

Meng Yi and the other seven flew into the air, fleeing in eight different directions.

Long Jiu, who had been hit by Stroke of Genius, directly became teammates with the Empress.

"You and I will split up and kill them!"

The Empress gave him a weird look, though she didn't mind having one less enemy.

The ensuing battle entirely took place high up in the sky.

You only saw the Empress's figure like a streak of light, continuously attacking and killing in all directions.

During this time, an Incense Dharma Idol also appeared. The gigantic figure of the Empress stood above the clouds, looking solemn and divine.

When she pressed her palm down, the invisible force alone left a massive handprint on the ground!

"My wife is too strong..."

To Meng Yi and the others, Long Jiu had completely defected to the enemy.

If it weren't for Long Jiu's relentless obstruction, a few of them might have escaped.

Now, not a single one could get away.

Before long, you saw the corpses of these Blood Moon organization assassins falling sparsely from the sky.

"Hahaha! The credit is all mine! I, Long Jiu, am going to make a great contribution!"

When Long Jiu was the only one left waiting to die, he was so smug he practically wanted to dance.

However.

Upon turning his head, he saw the massive Dharma Idol palm pressing right toward his face.

"Pfft!"

He was dead.

You walked over to these scattered corpses, took off their masks, and saw their faces.

Their masks were also spirit artifacts, capable of blocking divine sense probing.

You didn't recognize a single one of them; it seemed they really were Martial Kings from the Great Wilderness.

If they were Martial Kings from the Five Regions, it would be impossible for you not to know them; you knew the experts here like the back of your hand.

"Thud..."

The Empress descended from the sky, her footsteps slightly unsteady.

Dealing with ten Martial Kings in one breath, even for a Golden Incense Body fighting at full strength, was no easy feat.

"Lingyue, take a look, do you recognize anyone?"

Li Lingyue walked toward you.

"Huh..."

You noticed something strange.

The assassins had all been killed, so why was the surrounding vision still red?

Your heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a sense of crisis washed over you.

"Lingyue, watch out!"

It was still a step too late.

Those strange text symbols appeared on Li Lingyue's body.

Li Lingyue tried to erase them using martial arts and secret techniques of the Incense Dao, but it was all in vain.

You saw streams of golden aura spilling out of her body.

This thing was called True Qi, the root of a Martial King's power, similar to the three qis below the Martial King realm.

"Chen! Run! They are not using human realm methods, I cannot undo this!"

Before she finished speaking, two figures burst out from underground!

They had hidden very deep underground and had entered from far away, remaining submerged the whole time, so they didn't leave any trace of activity nearby.

It wasn't until they began to approach the surface that the Qi of Ten Thousand Races saw wisps of human aura rapidly closing in from below.

But the speed of these two was simply too fast; by the time you saw their auras, they were already near the surface.

Their speed traveling through the earth was actually faster than a peak Martial King flying at full power!

They could only be... Martial Saints!

"To think they deployed ten Martial Kings and two Martial Saints for the Nine Provinces Cauldrons!"

The objective of these two Martial Saints was clear.

They didn't touch you first, nor did they go for the Nine Provinces Cauldrons nearby; they targeted the Empress first!

The three figures engaged in a chaotic melee.

Li Lingyue fought one against two and was completely at a disadvantage.

Coupled with having just slain ten Kings and being hit by a sneak attack, she was struggling even more now.

You took out the Trait Slingshot, trying to aim at one.

But the opponents were on guard against you, not giving you a chance to hit them at all.

"Go! Don't worry about me!!"

Li Lingyue warned you again.

The Myriad Soul Banner urged.

"Bro! Run! This is just a clone of your wife, if it dies, it dies! Our little lives are more important!"

The Demon Refining Pot rarely supported the Myriad Soul Banner for once.

"Let's just run! Where there is life, there is hope!"

You didn't move.

"She isn't a clone."

The Myriad Soul Banner was speechless.

"Is your brain fried! You even like clones!"

You frowned deeply.

"She has been here for more than the time it takes an incense stick to burn."

You quickly retreated, creating distance, and continued to look for an opportunity to shoot the Trait Slingshot.

"Lingyue! Help me pin one down!"

Li Lingyue fought bitterly against the two great Martial Saints.

Giving it her all, she finally bought you a chance to fire the Trait Slingshot.

You used the Trait Slingshot to fire the epic trait The Only True Seer in the Game.

The Martial Saint hit by The Only True Seer in the Game had his eyelids close uncontrollably.

At the same time, a divine voice echoed around.

"It's getting dark, please close your eyes!"

Finding himself unable to open his eyes, this Martial Saint was very disdainful.

"A cheap trick! Even without my sight, my divine sense sees just as clearly!"

Indeed, his battle with Li Lingyue was completely unaffected.

But soon, the judge's voice came again.

"Werewolves, please open your eyes!"

The three Martial Saints were fighting so fiercely the heavens and earth were cracking; no one paid attention to this voice.

"Who do the werewolves want to kill tonight?"

[A colossal werewolf, towering into the heavens, suddenly appeared!]

["What?!"]

[The two Martial Saints of the Blood Moon Organization were startled.]

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