But Lu Ren remained quite rational about it. One after another, the Celestial Immortals who had infiltrated the City Lord's Manor had fallen in. Though he considered his strength peerless, most Celestial Immortals were slippery and difficult to get hold of in battle. If not for the Heaven Splitting Axe in Lu Ren's hand and the Shamanic Path's ability to lock onto their aura and pin them within a certain range, it would be hard to say whether he could truly chase them down if they were determined to flee.
Time flowed like water. After efficiently luring in and hammering another Phantom Devil to death in his room, Lu Ren suddenly looked up at the first ray of sunlight rising beyond the window. As it shone into the room, he let out a regretful sigh.
Now that he had become practiced at it, he could slaughter fifteen Phantom Devils in a single night, earning an average of one Skill Point per night. Though it was no match for the beginning, it was still quite tempting. If this city were not so utterly bizarre, Lu Ren truly would have been reluctant to leave. After all, this place could be considered his blessed land.
But Lu Ren also knew that if he continued so recklessly, the pair of eyes in the endless distance might shift their gaze and look this way.
If such an existence took notice of him, then no matter how capable Lu Ren was, there would be nothing he could do. They were simply beings on entirely different levels.
No matter how powerful Lu Ren was, he was still within the realm of Celestial Immortals. He might be able to throw his weight around in the present world, but before a Golden Immortal, he was nothing more than a