Nearby, twenty xenon lamps and six searchlights in the distance simultaneously illuminated, turning the entire port into daylight, dispelling the darkness.
It also illuminated the group of evil Professionals who leaped from the yacht to the shore, dressed in uniform black robes, hoods covering their faces, ambushing behind the containers.
A dozen New York County police officers, armed with six individual rocket launchers, pulled the trigger on the hooded figures.
Whoosh whoosh!
Six trails of smoke shrieked towards the black-robed figures. With a series of booming explosions, the flames engulfed the evil Professionals from the Second District.
The flames distorted their figures, and these black-robed figures vanished like phantoms. Then, they reappeared a dozen meters away, as if they had always been there. The New York County government officers, under the influence of an illusionist, were firing at an empty space.
"Sending a bunch of ants to annoy people?" One of the black-robed figures stepped forward, his eyes revealing a dizzying vortex.
Facing the eyes with the transparent vortex, the police officers holding the individual rocket launchers experienced an explosion of fear in their hearts, hurriedly dropping their weapons and fleeing the port.
Faced with such ant-like mortals, this illusionist didn't even bother to use mental strikes, believing they were not worthy of making him lose moral value.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a piercing whistle sounded. A deep slash mark appeared behind the illusionist with a "bang" sound, and the illusionist's body slowly separated, bisected by a sudden wind blade.
Organs "splattered" down, accompanied by blood spreading out.
The Saint-level illusionist returned to The Way of the Extraordinary just like that. The wind howled, and six or seven figures swept across the port like fighter jets. The leader was Nothsji, the Peak Saint of the Heavenly Punishment. The rapid wind blade just now came from his hand.
The wind mages swept across the port, unleashing dense wind blades, forming a barrage that covered the enemies below the pier.
The black-robed figures dodged one after another, using their various means to cope with the terrifying covering strike, but one Saint still died in the first wave of strikes, and two Saints were seriously injured...
In one exchange, the Second District lost two Saints seriously injured.
One of the black-robed figures coldly snorted and raised his head, emitting a mournful shriek.
At the moment he raised his head, Zhang Yuanqing, standing on the top of the lighthouse, overlooking the scene, clearly saw the other person's appearance and recognized his identity.
Illusionists are ever-changing, but they always need a fixed persona to maintain relationships. Therefore, most of the time, they will not change their appearance.
This person's The Way of the Extraordinary ID is Meng Mo!
A peak Saint of the Southern Faction, a high-level executive even stronger than the former Spirit Slave Yin Chuanmei.
Meng Mo is active in Fujian Province year-round, so Zhang Yuanqing had only seen him on the Five Elements Alliance's wanted list and had never had any interaction with him. Otherwise, he would have sent him back to The Way of the Extraordinary already.
In the shriek, both the Saints from the Second District and the wind mages in the sky felt like they had been hit on the head with a club, causing splitting headaches. Blood poured out of their bulging eye sockets and nostrils.
Seizing the opportunity, another black-robed figure pressed his head, enduring the pain, and spat out a stream of Yin energy from his mouth.
The Yin energy transformed into a swarm of menacing vengeful spirits, pouncing towards the dizzy wind mages under the mental strike. Under normal circumstances, the flying speed of the Spirit Slaves of the Force cannot catch up with the wind mages. Zhang Yuanqing, who mainly cultivated the power of Taiyin, narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the other person's appearance beneath the mundane facade, while also opening his Star Eyes to observe the other person's Palace of Destiny.
Unfortunately, he found that he had never seen the other person's appearance or fate before.
First, remember this person. If he can be killed this time, then it doesn't matter. If he escapes, go to Taiyi Sect and look for him later. There are not many Level 6 peak Saints.
Zhang Yuanqing stopped paying attention and turned his gaze to the night sky. As vengeful spirits burrowed into their bodies, completing possession, the wind mages in mid-air gradually lost control of their bodies, spinning around in circles, each one hurting like a drunken bird.
Seeing this, a black-robed figure stepped out, his robe exploding, revealing a bronze-colored body. He was 1.8 meters tall, with close-cropped hair and his eyes covered with a black cloth.
According to legend, the Jealousy God General likes to cover his eyes with black cloth because it can suppress his jealousy to the greatest extent.
If he can't see, then it doesn't exist, so he won't feel jealous. If he's not jealous, he won't impulsively kill people.
When facing ordinary people, the Jealousy God General disdains covering his eyes. First, there are very few things that mortals can make him jealous of. Second, he can kill ants whenever he wants, so there's no need to worry. He only covers his eyes when joining forces with Spirit Envoys of the same level or participating in gatherings of the evil faction.
The Jealousy God General grabbed a dark red hard bow from the void and aimed it at a wind mage spinning around in the air, drawing the bowstring. At the same time, his fingertip spat out a red aura, condensing into a thin arrow.
Seeing the hard bow bent like a full moon, a figure leaped along the container and arrived at the battlefield. This was Knight Xia Zuo, with golden short hair and a masculine, handsome face.
The knight, leaning on his cross longsword, spoke in a low and dignified voice, as if a monarch announcing a royal decree or a judge announcing the law. The rule of this battle: the use of bows and arrows is prohibited.
The Sword God burst out with holy white light, the law was signed, and the rule descended.
The Jealousy God General's arm trembled slightly as if tied to a thousand-jin boulder, unable to release the bowstring. Only by putting down the bow could he get rid of the suppression of the power of the rule.
A coin shot from a distance, spinning and hitting the Jealousy God General, landing with a ding. At the same time, a low, hoarse voice accompanied it, "This time it's not a bow, it's a crossbow!"
The silver coin exploded with a bang, and the power of the rule applied to the Jealousy God General disappeared instantly.
The profession name after the Drunkard's promotion is called Disorder, specializing in disrupting order and good at exploiting loopholes in rules. He is a mutually restraining profession with the Knight.
The Knight can restore chaotic order, while the Disorder can make loopholes appear in the rules set by the Knight.
"Pluck!" The Jealousy God General released the bowstring, and the crisp, melodious sound of the string echoed in the night sky. The arrow turned into a stream of blood-colored light, instantly piercing through a wind mage. After shooting out dozens of meters, it returned and pierced through a second wind mage possessed by a vengeful spirit.
At that time, the wind mage was fighting with the vengeful spirit for control of his body, unable to spare any attention to dodge, becoming a living target.
"Sizzle..." Arcs of electricity appeared in mid-air, forming an electric net, enveloping four wind mages. The fragile wind mages instantly stiffened, their hair standing on end and their eyes rolling back.
Three of them fell directly from the sky, their bodies rising in a cloud of black smoke, and Zhang Yuanqing heard the vengeful spirits' heart-wrenching screams.
In terms of exorcising effects, overbearing lightning is second only to the Soul Devouring of the Night Wanderer and the power of the Sun God.
Nothsji, a level 6 peak Saint, did not lose his mobility, nor was he stunned by the electricity. On the contrary, he used the exorcising effect of the lightning to regain control of his body, calmly erecting a wind wall to scatter the blood-colored light stream on the wind wall.
He manipulated the air currents, rolled up two unconscious companions, and quickly retreated.
On the other side, the Deep Sea Horror, a high-level Saint of the Sea God Church, summoned a horse condensed from seawater and charged at the Jealousy God General at high speed.
The black-robed figures along the way dodged one after another.
Bang!
The horse hit the Jealousy God General's chest, making a muffled thunderous sound. The Jealousy God General flew backward and fell into the sea.
The sea surface "splashed" and a three-meter black-scaled tongue poked out, opening a giant mouth full of sharp teeth, swallowing the Jealousy God General in one gulp, then diving into the sea.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough..."
The Deep Sea Horror, who had just knocked away the Jealousy God General, suddenly coughed violently, coughing until his face turned pale, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his complexion was sickly.
He was sick. A Water Ghost was hiding among the black-robed figures, and it was a late Level 6 Water Ghost, otherwise it would not have been possible for a strong and healthy sea monster to quickly contract the disease.
The operation of the yacht riding the waves and escaping just now was also the work of this Water Ghost.
At this time, the Deep Sea Horror was located in the central area of the black-robed figures. In an instant, several black-robed figures took action at the same time, using their professional skills or taking out props, covering the sea monster with attacks that were overwhelming and covered all fields.
If it were at sea, the Deep Sea Horror might be able to resist a little with the Sea Monster's 50% field, but this was after all land, even if the ocean was close at hand, and he was seriously ill, in a weak state. The Sea Monster did not have any escape techniques, and in such dense attacks, he was bound to die.
At that moment, Lei Youjin, with dark gold combed-back hair, wearing a blue suit, and exuding sophistication from head to toe, appeared next to the "Deep Sea Horror," held his shoulder, and disappeared together just before the attack landed.
Teleportation!
Lei Youjin supported the Deep Sea Horror and appeared next to a container a dozen meters away. "I saved your life. How about giving me five million!"
The Deep Sea Horror glanced at him, "I'll give you another 100,000 to buy a medicine that can cure diseases."
"Two hundred thousand!"
"One hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Deal!" Lei Youjin reached out and grabbed a golden pill from the void, handing it over.
The Deep Sea Horror swallowed the pill, and his complexion gradually turned ruddy. The burning sensation on his face, the weakness in his limbs, and symptoms such as headaches and dizziness quickly subsided.
At this time, the sea boomed and appeared, with heavy waves splashing, and a figure jumped out of the sea and landed heavily on the shore. It was the Jealousy God General.
The black robe on his body had been torn into pieces, his whole body naked, his bronze-colored body with clear muscle blocks, containing terrifying power. Half of his face was covered with strange tattoos. Anyone who looked directly at him felt dizzy and confused. Four illusory arms protruded from his back, slightly open, in a strong posture ready to tear people apart at any time. Behind him, the huge snake body slowly floated up on the sea surface. The snake's head had exploded, but strangely, no blood flowed out.
The Jealousy God General was actually seriously injured, but after fighting the sea beast, the bloodthirsty and violent passive of the Bewitching Demon allowed his injuries to recover instantly and his combat power to be boosted.
At this time, his aura was extremely arrogant, overshadowing his companions.
After the first round of engagement, neither side immediately fought, but rather scrutinized and observed the enemy, with a total of more than thirty Saints confronting each other.
Zhang Yuanqing did not take action. He suspected that the real target of the evil faction in tonight's Saint battle was "Ju Mang," to kill him and steal the Dominator-level item. In this way, even if they didn't gain an advantage in the Dominator-level battle, the evil faction would still make a fortune.
So he had to take another look and not rush into the attack rashly.
At this time, the Dominators had already moved away from the battlefield. Only the distant horizon could be seen from the port, with hurricanes howling, lightning flashing, and the desolate and high-pitched cries of sea beasts occasionally coming from afar.
Obviously, they had consciously avoided this place, unwilling to let their peak Saints die and be injured in a mutually destructive manner. After all, peak Saints were Dominator reserves and the pillars of the future.
Lei Youjin looked at the peak Saints who had taken action just now, speaking in a tone as if he were counting goods.
"A Plague God, a Mist Lord, a Dream Master, a Star Official, a Disorder... In terms of numbers, we have the advantage, but they have more peak professions. The odds of winning are about 50%."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure wearing a black robe and a hood walked out from beside a container.
This person was two meters tall, with a skeleton far exceeding that of ordinary adults. His face was wrapped in white bandages, revealing only a pair of devilish red vertical pupils.
Seeing this person appear, Xia Zuo and others' expressions suddenly became serious, as if facing a formidable enemy. Lei Youjin also put away his relaxed expression and frowned.
Tiferos!
The Demon Ancestor Tiferos, from New York County, ranked first on the wanted list and second on the Heavenly Punishment headquarters' wanted list. This Demon Ancestor had been famous for ten years. When he was rampaging through the Free Federation, many of the Saints present were still newbies.
In the world of The Way of the Extraordinary, seniority means strength. On the one hand, it is the accumulation of combat experience and skill proficiency. On the other hand, senior Spirit Envoys, like ancient cultivators, have time to ponder and practice some secret techniques.
Tiferos is such an existence. Legend has it that when he had just become a Saint, he was contaminated by the creations left behind by an indescribable existence in a high-difficulty dungeon, causing his body to undergo a terrifying mutation. Since then, he became a demon and could no longer restore his human form.
Therefore, he wears a black robe and bandages all year round.
Tiferos regarded this as a gift from God, doing his best to develop his demonic body, and intentionally staying at the Saint stage, stubbornly refusing to be promoted to Dominator.
Each time he passes a Saint-stage dungeon, his demonic body becomes stronger. No one knows how he does it, but they only know that he has mastered some kind of secret technique. Repeatedly clearing Saint dungeons can continuously accumulate his foundation. This kind of famous person is very special, similar to Fu Qingyang from the Second District and the Evil Eye Heavenly King. Once promoted to Dominator, they will be like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, far more powerful than ordinary Dominators.
Faced with such a figure who can sway the balance of battle, the order organization's Saints had tension and vigilance written all over their faces.
Tiferos's vertical eyes swept over the Saints present, and a hoarse voice came from under the bandages.
"A bunch of trash. My target isn't you. Let Ju Mang come out!"
"Tiferos, we'll send him back to The Way of the Extraordinary tonight!" Zhang Yuanqing narrowed his eyes on the tower. The evil faction is dealing with Ju Mang, and the killer is on Tiferos?