Behind a ruined wall, the Blood-Mouth Devil Child sat on the ground, panting softly.
He reached out and stroked the silver scroll behind him.
He had thought that, with his strength, he could easily resolve this Eerie event. He had not expected that one wrong step would lead to wrong steps upon wrong steps.
The puppets he had once enslaved with Devilish Insects had all transformed into White-Clad Puppets. Like madmen, they kept calling White-Clad Men to besiege him.
Ordinary White-Clad Men were not powerful. Let alone a dozen or so—even if hundreds came, he would not have feared them.
But White-Clad Men possessed immortal bodies, while his magical power was not inexhaustible.
What left him even more helpless was that the Devil Sect's Devilish Insects were often devoured by White-Clad Men, leaving fewer and fewer insects and greatly diminishing his strength.
He had also encountered several powerful Conical-Hat White-Clad Men. Had he not run fast enough, he might very well have been killed.
He recalled a Threshing Ground he had encountered before. The moment he rushed in, he had been wild with joy, thinking there would be a great number of puppets. But after seeing the number of people inside and the bizarrely shaped Eerie-Transformed people one by one, he turned and left without a word.
He looked up at the Heaven-Dropped Notice.
He had previously encountered the Black-Underlayer Blue-Clad Man and the Blue-Clothed Man with a White Inner Garment. Neither had paid him any heed. Perhaps they had not found the true Blue-Clad Men.
He touched the scroll again.
If he were forced into a desperate corner, he could only unfurl the Devil God Portrait...
In an abandoned blacksmith shop in the distance, Zhang Hongshou, Xue Baisheng, Xue Wangming, and White Bone spoke in low voices.
"...Damn Blue-Clad