The Plan

The crow looked at the equally shocked Xiao Qi. “Kid, stop gaping. Since you want to save her, it's time to act. You and Bai Yuwen contact them, pick a spot near their headquarters, and trick them into trading Bai Xiaohua for the ring.”

Only then will they keep Bai Xiaohua alive, and perhaps even bring her out to threaten the two of you.

It might even lure out Zhang Yi, who has been hiding behind the scenes and pulling the strings. At such a close distance, there is a high chance he will make a move himself.

With that in mind, the crow narrowed its eyes. It would be best if you brought all of your people. That way, I can wipe you all out in one go, saving me the trouble of hunting you down one by one.

Half an hour later.

Inside the fallout shelter.

Zhang Yi received Xiao Qi's message, which had been passed along by an agent.

“Tonight at nine, at the suburban park?” Zhang Yi looked at Wang Hai.

“Yes, the other party has confirmed,” Wang Hai replied respectfully. “He demands that Bai Xiaohua must be handed over alive and unharmed. Only then will he give us the ring.”

“I understand. I'll send someone,” Zhang Yi said.

He turned to look at Bai Xiaohua, who was huddled in the corner. “It seems you're in luck. Take her away.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a monster grabbed Bai Xiaohua and dragged her out.

“Archbishop Zhang, you aren't going yourself?” the long-haired young man who had accompanied Bai Yuwen earlier asked in confusion from behind him.

Zhang Yi didn't reply. He slowly stood up and said expressionlessly, “Guan Rong, I'm leaving this to you. I have other important matters to attend to. I don't want to see you fail again.”

Guan Rong's expression shifted slightly. He quickly replied, “Understood! If I fail to bring back the ring this time, I shall offer myself to the Earth Mother!”

“Go on. Have everyone prepare. I'm heading out first,” Zhang Yi said as he walked out.

Inside the room, several monsters reverted to human form and followed him out.

In the corridor, Zhang Yi pulled out his phone. There was only a single message on the screen.

【Liu Jiyun's location has been locked. The target is heavily injured!】

Looking at the message, a grin spread across Zhang Yi's face, veins bulging on his temples. “Liu family... I told you I would slaughter your entire bloodline. This time, I'll start by collecting some interest!”

As he walked down the corridor, the doors to the surrounding rooms swung open, and men stepped out one by one.

Their expressions were manic, and some wore sinister grins.

Although the Earth Mother had preserved their memories from when they were alive, anyone who emerged from her grasp was bound to be mentally unhinged, no matter how normal they appeared on the surface.

In the narrow, two-meter-wide corridor, twenty men quickly gathered behind Zhang Yi.

This was already half of the remaining Earth Priests in Yangcheng.

Over twenty minutes later.

A remote area in the suburbs of Yangcheng.

There were few houses here; the landscape was dominated by small hills and greenery.

At the foot of one of the hills stood a two-story house.

Inside the first-floor living room, Liu Qi lay on a sofa, his entire body wrapped in bandages. Three IV lines were hooked up to his left hand.

As the three different medications dripped into his veins, he stared blankly at the ceiling. The moment he thought of how Xiao Qi had reduced him to this state, rage consumed him.

Murderous intent flared in his eyes. Once I recover, I will tear you to pieces!

After a night of emergency treatment and bone setting, his condition had stabilized significantly.

With his physical conditioning, he would be able to walk in two days at most, and should be able to rejoin the fight within five.

“Cough! Cough, cough!” A violent fit of coughing suddenly erupted from nearby.

Not far from the sofa, Liu Jiyun was lying on a recliner.

He bore no visible injuries, but his face was terrifyingly pale. As he coughed, a trickle of fresh blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped the blood away, his expression grim. What kind of bizarre technique was that? It's been an entire night, and I haven't improved at all.

He recalled the previous night when the black mist from the crow's wing had pierced through him. At that moment, his mind had been flooded with a terrifying premonition of death.

If he hadn't fled as quickly as he did, he would have truly perished there.

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The Lord of Evil arc will be ending soon!