Blood mist billowed, and the celestial phenomena shifted...
Lu Cang turned his senses toward the sky. The protective formation of Ruijia was still under his control.
He hoped their ultimate trump card would be some powerful restriction.
Whoosh!
Numerous formation diagrams flew outward with a sweep of Lu Cang's hand!
Lu Cang wasn't a formation master.
He couldn't set up formations and rituals with perfect precision.
Nor could he lay down certain high-tier formations and barriers that required specific conditions.
But at least he could manage some basic setups.
Several Sources had already been placed in different corners of the city.
A blood-red, wizened figure strode toward him.
Black runes covered his dry, withered skin from head to toe.
His blood-red pupils held a coldness that seemed to loathe the world.
"Lady Aertemi instructed us not to invite unnecessary complications."
"By divine decree, no one will stop you from leaving."
"This matter has nothing to do with you anymore."
"Do you think you can thwart our divine undertaking all by yourself?"
"I'll give you one last chance. Leave."
Level 7 class-changers, regardless of their class,
all possessed exceptionally keen instincts.
At that moment, they sensed a faint trace of danger emanating from Lu Cang.
Their mission wasn't to fight to the death with someone who had nothing to do with them.
If they got entangled with him, they had no idea how many desperate measures he might resort to.
Unnecessary complications. Unexpected changes.
Those were what Lady Aertemi wanted to avoid most.
If they fought him and exhausted all their trump cards, they might ruin the plan.
It would be better to simply let him leave.
Following the original plan, capturing Kumiloni should be a sure thing.
Lu Cang looked at the figure before him.
"Death Date—10 days, 14 hours"