The blade rose and fell.
The vanishing act had succeeded.
But not entirely.
Lin Feng dragged the bloody stomach sac out from in front of the Floating Bridge House, Sacrificial Fire blazing above his head and dispelling the surrounding darkness.
Beneath the Sacrificial Fire, the darkness writhed like enormous pythons brought back to life.
It advanced along with Lin Feng.
The darkness throughout the Stockade stood in opposition to the Sacrificial Fire.
Once Lin Feng confronted the darkness,
The entire Floating Bridge House came alive, all its malice whispering at Lin Feng.
Shadows turned into centipedes.
They tried to burrow into Lin Feng's ears.
His Sacrificial Fire burned them to death.
The enforcers saw the young master with his head "on fire" and did not dare stop him.
The only ones here who dared lay a hand on Lin Feng were Hunting Dog and the monk nearby.
Hunting Dog was slain by Lin Feng.
His severed head fell to the ground, rolled beneath a Stilt House, and vanished into the darkness.
The monk watched Lin Feng from above.
As the rainy season arrived,
great quantities of soil behind the monk covered his body.
They concealed all his divinity.
The stench of decay coming from his body grew stronger.
Even the sachets he wore could no longer conceal it.
He recited a heart mantra.
He watched Lin Feng leave.
Wangxiang Zai gazed fearfully at the surrounding darkness, as though some enormous beast lurked within its thick murk.
Someone secretly watched them leave through a crack in a Stilt House window.
Lin Feng went to the place where the "survivors" had been staying.
The building was deserted.
But they probably had not gone far.
The tea was still hot.
There were also broken porcelain tea bowls on the floor. The darkness had