Lan Ran had compared herself with Luo Zheng for the same reason Bai Wei had.
Martial artists were always wary of those stronger than themselves. Sometimes, they even guarded against their companions.
Not to mention that Lan Ran and Luo Zheng did not know each other.
From the looks of it, Luo Zheng seemed to have been brought here by Bai Wei. But why would someone with such strength be willing to help her?
The Withered Wood Gate was an exceptional holy land for seizing Dreamlike Points. Every time someone entered, they could obtain at least several million Dreamlike Points. If someone with Luo Zheng's strength occupied this place, the Demon Night Race would probably have no way to deal with him at all.
From this perspective, Lan Ran's concern was perfectly normal.
When Luo Zheng struck with that palm-blade, every Devil Race martial artist felt their heart quake!
Although these Devil Race martial artists were hot-tempered, their judgment was not lacking in the slightest. They knew full well that they had reached the brink of life and death.
There was only one passage through this enormous tree trunk. Luo Zheng guarded one end, while the other was covered by the Fallen Leaf Array. If they were surrounded from both sides, they would lose the last shred of room to resist.
"Take this brat out first!"
Acting decisively, the Devil Race martial artist carrying the Giant Shield on his shoulder charged forward first!
The other Devil Race martial artists immediately understood the situation they were about to face and moved with him!
These Devil Race martial artists were hulking, each like a little mountain pouncing straight at Luo Zheng...
Yet Bai Wei, standing at one side of the tree trunk, did not lead the Demon Night Race members after them.