Under the dim glow of a street lamp, Lu Yuan moved with ghost-like speed.
After mastering the True Skill of the Crane Sect’s leg skill, he felt a significant elevation in his movement technique. His steps were lighter, and his movements even more elusive, like a puff of smoke that could vanish into dust at any moment.
Crane Light Walking, Crane Light Walking... Luminous insights flooded Lu Yuan’s mind as he recited these words repeatedly.
After leaving the city’s boundaries, it was as if he had suddenly had an epiphany.
His body abruptly swelled, his feet dug forcefully into the ground, and like a cannonball, he launched himself into the deep darkness of the night.
Lu Yuan sprinted along the edge of the roadway. His robust calf muscles bulged, power surging through them. Though he stomped hard on the ground, he left only a shallow footprint.
This is what you call... effortless strength!
His speed increased, becoming ever faster. He even tried to race against speeding cars.
Each time oncoming headlights illuminated him, he would skulk in the darkness. When the lights receded, he would sprint across the fields.
Black crows occasionally flew overhead as Lu Yuan drew closer to his destination. He was heading towards the northern part of the city, to a factory that had been abandoned long ago.
Lu Yuan covered nearly twenty-five kilometers in less than twenty-one minutes. His speed was almost seventy-five kilometers per hour, comparable to a typical small car at moderate speed. This translated to nearly twenty meters per second. This was his long-distance running speed; for a short, full-force sprint, this figure could be even higher.
Standing on the dark, barren outskirts of the city, Lu Yuan gradually steadied his breathing. His massive, powerful frame rose and fell slightly in the night. His 19-point physique granted him abundant stamina, so he currently felt no fatigue.
At this moment, Lu Yuan seemed like a fierce beast that had just finished warming up and was preparing to hunt...
Today, he had intentionally worn an exceptionally loose, black jacket with a huge hood. With the hood up, most of his face was concealed.
Lu Yuan had also brought the crow mask he had taken from the Crow God Sect’s Strong Divine Servant. He slowly placed it over his face.
Although the mask had been washed and dried many times, it still retained a faint scent of blood. This faint bloody scent seemed to ignite some restless element within Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan took a deep breath and looked up at the moon. Then, his figure flickered, and he quickly headed towards the distant factory.
This abandoned factory was a relic from Burnt Rock City’s heavy industrial push years ago. After industrial restructuring, it was gradually deserted.
Two massive chimneys towered over the abandoned factory grounds, and weeds grew rampant around the dilapidated buildings. Flocks of crows perched on the rusty iron fences surrounding the area. The whole place looked like the carcass of a giant beast that had been rotting for years.
Lu Yuan stepped onto the factory grounds, bathed in moonlight. The crows along his path paid him no mind.
Although his Crow Language skill was still at a low level, only Lv2, with his high Spiritual Power, it was quite simple to appease the flock of crows and avoid exposing himself prematurely.
Lu Yuan had a clear target and headed straight for one of the factory buildings. Even before he got close, he could smell a faint scent of blood carried on the night wind.
"Who’s there?!" someone shouted. A beam of light from a flashlight suddenly illuminated Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan slowly turned his head. The grotesque and eerie crow mask reflected a ghastly pallor in the light.
Not far away, the man holding the flashlight dropped to his knees with a THUD, his voice trembling as he cried out, "My... My Lord."
Lu Yuan ignored him and continued forward. As he neared the main entrance, several figures slowly rose to their feet.
Lu Yuan moved, his body blurring forward as if he had teleported.
A loud crash reverberated as the rusted, locked iron gate of the abandoned factory caved inward and collapsed.
The men guarding the entrance were sent flying as if struck head-on by a high-speed truck. They were flung sideways in all directions, crashing heavily against the factory’s outer walls. From beginning to end, not a single sound escaped their lips.
Lu Yuan slowly stepped into the factory.
The moment he entered, his peripheral vision caught a dark shadow, like a colossal python, lunging at him from the darkness.
Acting on his Martial Artist’s instinct, Lu Yuan immediately activated Lv3 Circulation of Death Qi.
Vast amounts of Black Qi materialized out of thin air, swiftly converging around Lu Yuan’s hands. His fingers curled into claws as he thrust them forward.
Lu Yuan forcefully crushed two thick columns of Black Qi that were as stout as octopus tentacles.
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Beneath his crow mask, Lu Yuan blinked.
Before coming, he hadn’t meticulously investigated this Divine Servant’s strength. Only now did he realize it was actually a Strong Divine Servant.
He had only seen such an attack method used by the previous Strong Divine Servant from the Crow God Sect. The Death Qi possessed by an ordinary Divine Servant was insufficient to sustain such an offensive.
I didn’t expect this pleasant surprise...
Mumbling to himself, Lu Yuan lowered his hands and squinted, surveying the factory interior before him.
The entire factory seemed spacious but was shrouded in a dense, black mist. Although the upper sections of the outer walls still had many windows, the black mist prevented even a speck of moonlight from penetrating, rendering the entire space pitch-black.
Lu Yuan quietly activated the skill. His eyes swiftly turned a pure, pitch-black.
In the black mist, he saw an exceptionally dense shadow. Without a doubt, that must be the Strong Divine Servant of the Crow God Sect.