"Get lost!"

Smack!

Larkin Davenport swung a slap, directly hitting the face of the person behind him.

The area was filled with corpses, the remains of the Undead Tribe everywhere!

Enemies were everywhere!

There were only a few dozen people, so why did it feel like an army of thousands!

Those people were sluggish and appeared no different from ordinary villagers.

Their movements were unhurried, seemingly lacking any skill.

Yet this group of ruffians was beating them with overwhelming force.

Almost every time they struck, a member of the Undead Tribe fell.

In this situation, Larkin Davenport instinctively swung out a slap and drew the broken sword, stabbing backward!

But his wrist was seized.

Han Caldwell's heart was startled.

Upon recognizing the person behind him, he exclaimed joyfully, "Mr. Caldwell! I finally managed to rescue you! Our brothers didn't die in vain!"

He shouted, "Brothers, Mr. Caldwell has been rescued! Everyone, retreat quickly!"

Rescue?

Han Caldwell lowered his voice, ignoring the slap's red imprint on his face. "Why are you here!"

"To save you!"

Larkin Davenport began the retreat but took every step cautiously.

The rolling pins appearing out of nowhere seemed like lethal stakes; any encounter meant death.

"It's great to see you. I didn't come all the way here in vain, crossing miles to rescue you. And Devlin, that guy didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"No."

Han Caldwell moved a step aside, revealing Lin Zhan behind him.

In such peril, Devlin surely wouldn't come.

But Lin Zhan did.

They had to stop this meaningless killing.

"Lin Zhan?"

Larkin Davenport frowned slightly, then drew the longsword from his waist, pointing it at Lin Zhan: "So it's you who kidnapped Mr. Caldwell! But I didn't expect you would have the guts to stand before me! Brothers, take him down!"

Though everyone was preoccupied, a group quickly gathered around Lin Zhan, surrounding him in the center.

"He's one of us." Han Caldwell hurriedly intervened.

If a fight broke out, it would drain the Undead Tribe's strength.

"Mr. Caldwell, I saw the dagger in Lin Zhan's hand." Larkin Davenport snorted, "Lin Zhan, if you don't want to die, drop the weapon!"

Lin Zhan had hidden the dagger deeply, but it was indeed inside his sleeve.

He was here to monitor Han Caldwell and bring these people back.

To prevent Han Caldwell from consolidating forces and turning the gun around, Devlin arranged for Lin Zhan to follow closely behind him.

If Han Caldwell showed any sign of noncompliance, he'd pierce his dagger into Caldwell's back.

"Enough nonsense, where did you hear those rumors? We've always been together, in the central camp, why did you all come here!"

Lin Zhan carefully retracted the dagger, though he knew Larkin hadn't seen it, he'd better be cautious.

The Undead Tribe kept dying, every moment of delay increased the danger.

"Larkin, you've been used! Who gave you information!" Han Caldwell squinted, starting to unleash his internal power.

Devlin deeply disappointed him!

He thought, by handing command of the Undead Tribe to this strategist, they'd be able to reap the benefits like a fisherman.

But within just a few days, their strength had been halved in the Moon Manor!

"It was an Undead Tribe warrior..." Larkin's words were cut off by Han Caldwell.

"Move first! It's dangerous here!" He glanced at Lin Zhan, ready to act.

Sure enough.

Upon hearing the words "Undead Tribe warrior," Lin Zhan immediately pressed for information: "Who! Besides Sutton, is there someone else..."

As his attention focused on Larkin, Han Caldwell quickly struck with his remaining arm!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Lin Zhan began to retreat under the sudden assault.

"Finish him!"

Han Caldwell ordered, and the Undead Tribe surged forward!

"Sorry, Brother Lin Zhan." Han Caldwell hit Lin Zhan's shoulder during the scuffle, knocking him onto a dark rolling pin.

"I intended to give you a chance, but you and Devlin have greatly disappointed me." Han Caldwell said coldly, watching Lin Zhan's body wither away, "Go now!"

They wanted to leave, but those villagers didn't plan to let them go.

Continuous deaths sent the Undead Tribe into chaos.

Even with Han Caldwell present, he could only barely stabilize the situation.

"You, go tell them this is a misunderstanding, no intent to offend!" Han Caldwell grabbed a member of the Undead Tribe and pushed him forward.

It's the simplest method.

If the other side could back off, the Undead Tribe would suffer fewer losses.

"Stop! Stop!"

This Undead Tribe member ran over, raising his hands hurriedly, smiling apologetically, "Everyone, it's truly a misunderstanding! We apologize and will leave immediately."

Upon hearing his words, the villagers halted their actions.

Witnessing this, a surge of joy filled Han Caldwell's heart.

Indeed, they were reasonable!

"Peace brings wealth, peace brings wealth!"

The pushed-forward Undead Tribe member felt as though he survived a disaster.

So great.

He's alive.

Upon returning, this would certainly be bragging rights.

The leading man stepped in front of him without speaking.

Instead, he bent down and picked up a rolling pin.

"We are members of the Undead Tribe, here entirely due to a misunderstanding. Today's events, very sorry. Someday..."

Bang!

Before the Undead Tribe member could finish speaking, his head was shattered by the rolling pin.

"Such nonsense." The leader impatiently remarked, "Eliminate them all."

"Run!"

Han Caldwell's mouth twitched violently.

What sort of monsters were these?

During the skirmish, he'd been observing them!

Too powerful!

Not something mere force could contend against.

In the tavern.

Julius Reed raised a cup of wine, with singing maidens before him and someone massaging him.

His eyes had always been on those villagers.

Very strange.

Who exactly were these people?

Regarding them, Julius Reed had no memory, which was the most terrifying thing.

In the cave were thirty-six people, known as the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs.

Below were seventy-two people.

Could they be the Seventy-Two Earth Devil?

Unable to recall, indicating that the memory had been erased.

However, the appearance of these people perfectly matched his earlier speculation.

This Moon Manor was a mere distraction.

What Pranay Martinez truly valued was the forge inside the manor.

There's a sword yet to be forged.

Perhaps the timing wasn't right.

Perhaps there was another reason.

By guarding this forge, Pranay Martinez would surely reveal himself.

Julius Reed downed the wine in his cup, suddenly spinning around!

Glancing at the table!

On the ancient wooden table, a sword was embedded!

The sword seen at the forge!

He'd been avoiding this sword, shunning it, yet it had silently reappeared!

"Who came by just now?" He asked the songstress before him.

Over a dozen young ladies, surely one of them noticed something?

"No one came..." The songstresses paused their music, standing in bewilderment.

"Then this sword..." Julius Reed swiftly turned!

A silhouette was seen in the corner

Somewhat familiar!

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