In the midst of the dust and uproar, the Earth Devils were not dead.

The village chief picked up his tools and slowly dug them out of the ground.

Trying to kill them is far from easy.

"Boss, what do we do now? The skills of this kid are quite powerful and completely unreasonable." A villager, his body battered and bruised, twisted his neck after coming back to life and said helplessly, "If it were an ordinary person, they would've died already."

"We must report to the City Lord. It seems that we people of Skilid City haven't been bullied like this in years!"

The village chief took out a satellite phone and dialed the number on it.

The primary aim of this operation was to protect the Manor Owner's estate behind them.

Now that the mission is complete, although they were humiliated, it doesn't affect the overall situation.

The Earth Devils are our people, no need to worry about being killed and buried in a pit.

"City Lord, the matter is perfectly resolved," the village chief said leisurely. "Should we stay here?"

"There's no need. Return to your original place, I will arrange for the next Manor Owner of Moon Mountains. Also, watch out for the Funeral Alliance that has recently appeared. Their Pope seems to have some issues."

Pranay Martinez finished saying this over the phone and impatiently said, "Alright then. Scram! I'm currently making divinations, calculating the future."

"Understood." The village chief looked in Julius Reed's direction as he walked away, feeling a bit helpless: "The martial arts realm is falling apart, people nowadays really lack martial virtue."

Having said that, he led the people away from the Moon Manor.

Corpses were everywhere.

Withered corpses were everywhere.

Demarco Mount's death toll was high, and Cold Nelson's guard troops were almost completely annihilated.

Not much better for the Undead Tribe, the rolling pins on the streets were strewn with dried corpses.

Devlin walked on the streets, careful not to be seen.

His body had undergone significant changes.

Previously similar to the features of the Undead Tribe had completely vanished, now he looked like a mummy-like entity.

Withered corpse!

Walking withered corpse!

Only a pair of eyes remain moist.

His muscles and body had long since withered, as if they had been exposed to the sun.

"Damn Han Caldwell, you will regret this," Devlin cursed venomously, while pulling out his phone and dialing the secret number.

"I'm making divinations, if you disturb me now and it's not a matter of urgency, you will die." Pranay Martinez's cold voice came through the phone.

Clearly, he was occupied with something very important.

"Han Caldwell succeeded. I, along with Devlin, failed. If not for your abilities, I would have already become a withered corpse," said Devlin somewhat helplessly.

"What bullshit Undead Tribe," Pranay Martinez sneered unabashedly. "Even the so-called Emperor in your mouths merely found scraps in the Emperor Master's hands; he's still that ghostly figure, let alone someone like you, learning half-heartedly."

"A broken secret technique, and you dare call yourselves the Undead Tribe? I'm really curious why that so-called 'Emperor' is so shameless."

"Let me ask you, the Emperor ate what the Emperor Master shitted, those Undead Tribe ate what the Emperor shitted, and you ate their shit, still think yourself strong?"

"Bullshit!"

After a thorough berating, Devlin's face was extremely unpleasant.

Fortunately, he was now a withered corpse and could only express anger by baring his teeth.

"If it weren't for the Mountain Lord's help, I would already be dead," Devlin said humbly, his situation very awkward now. Though he worked for Pranay Martinez, he always harbored his own ambitions.

But today, he felt Pranay Martinez's might!

Just an ordinary transformation could make him immortal!

What he didn't know, however, was a very simple truth.

That so-called rolling pin was crafted by Pranay Martinez years ago to fight the Emperor Master.

Targeting those so-called Undead Tribe.

Devlin possessed Undead Tribe components; it was the white blood that granted them immortality.

But now, that white blood encountered the rolling pin and was instantly absorbed, while the other parts of his body, redesigned by Pranay Martinez, naturally couldn't die under the rolling pin.

The result was that the Undead Tribe part disappeared.

What's left was a withered corpse.

Devlin really wanted to ask if there was a way to restore himself, but he didn't have the courage to speak.

"Devlin has no value anymore; I plan to eradicate him," Pranay Martinez's indifferent voice came through the receiver. "You have disappointed me greatly, not even staging a duel on the Dusty Platform! You've ruined my plans! A bunch of useless fools!"

"Sorry to have let you down," Devlin abandoned his multi-pronged ambitions.

But precisely due to his choice to pursue multiple alliances, he had the opportunity to receive Pranay Martinez's help, avoiding today's death.

Revenge is certain!

He must personally kill Han Caldwell!

These rolling pins on the ground, aren't they the best weapons?

Hm?

But upon looking at the rolling pins again, he found they were all gone.

And the withered corpses of the Undead Tribe were piled high like a mountain!

What happened?

Is he hallucinating?

There's only one rolling pin?

The one in the village chief's hand?

But...

He clearly saw rolling pins everywhere!

Yet the corpses before him indicated all the Undead Tribe died in one place.

Devlin's guess was correct.

When the Earth Devils struck that rolling pin, they had already hypnotized many people through sound.

"If you can eliminate Devlin, I will be very glad. After all, I don't want to waste energy on such a fly," Pranay Martinez suddenly changed his tone, seemingly encountering something important, temporarily deciding to let Devlin handle this matter.

"But in my current state..." Devlin's heart ignited with hope.

He was now neither human nor ghost, completely unfit for human interaction.

"Go drink human blood; it will temporarily maintain your appearance. But remember, under such circumstances, the maintenance time will reduce with each attempt. Once you complete what I assigned, I personally will help you recover."

Pranay Martinez impatiently exclaimed, "Hang up!"

Beep... beep... beep!

The phone transmitted the dial tone.

"Drink human blood?" Devlin thought of Western vampires.

Is there no other option?

He glanced at the corpses sprawled across the ground, holding back nausea as he stepped forward.

Those corpses from Demarco Mount's people were relatively fresh...

The top floor of the tavern.

Julius Reed observed everything happening below.

"Still not dead?" He squinted, watching Devlin's actions and feeling a pang of curiosity.

It seems he has forgotten too many things.

That sword he discarded returned to the table as if it was locked in a standoff with Julius Reed.

Ding!

Suddenly.

His phone rang.

'When you see this message, I may already be dead. Or... maybe not. If I die, I will not spare you even as a ghost... Never mind, if I'm dead, remember to burn me a few women. If I haven't died, I will become a terrifying existence.

The Mountain Lord is attempting to have me foresee the future; amidst it, I discovered a secret, but now... it is still uncertain.

This is a timed message; I've hidden it from him. His ambition far surpasses my imagination. He wants to resurrect Pruitt Wilde, not merely to deal with you. Be careful of a woman in white; she has betrayed you!'

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