Realm of the Night God

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Tonight, there's bound to be a bloodbath, with certain casualties. How many will perish, and who will be the first to fall, remains uncertain.

Yang Haoran didn't want to see Master Jiang meet his end here, but his own abilities were limited. Thus, he could only subtly hint to Master Jiang about the danger here and urge him to find a way to escape.

Escaping under Deng Feng's watchful eyes was impossible. However, the absence of opportunity now didn't mean there wouldn't be any later. If Master Jiang believed his warning, there might still be a chance to flee.

Yang Haoran jogged up to Deng Feng and respectfully bowed. Deng Feng seemed pleased with Yang Haoran's demeanor, nodding with a smile.

Deng Feng's approving nod towards Yang Haoran only intensified the other Night Watch's resentment towards him, evident in their eyes.

Despite their deep-seated dislike for Yang Haoran, the other Night Watch dared not express their discontent in Deng Feng's presence. Following Yang Haoran's lead, they hurriedly approached Deng Feng and paid their respects.

Including the few Night Watch Deng Feng brought from the spatial rift, all the veteran Night Watch members of Lecheng were present.

"Haoran, stay behind. Others, follow my previous instructions and set up the formation," Deng Feng commanded the assembled Night Watch.

Yang Haoran was left alone. Apart from Master Jiang, none of the Night Watch present were happy about it. Some managed to conceal their dissatisfaction, but it didn't lessen the resentment.

With the boss's orders, even if they harbored grievances, they had to comply. Unlike in regular jobs where one could quit if unhappy, in this line of work, defiance could lead to loss of power and possibly even life.

The seasoned Night Watch understood the stakes well. Despite their grievances, they kept them in check, not daring to show any dissent.

Yang Haoran paid no heed to the other Night Watch's thoughts. His focus lay solely on Deng Feng's mention of the formation.

Under Yang Haoran's gaze, Master Jiang and the other Night Watch members dispersed around the ghost building, each taking their designated positions and producing small, black flags.

Yang Haoran recognized these flags as formation flags, used specifically for setting up formations.

Formation flags were integral to setting up formations, a branch of necromancy. Although Yang Haoran wasn't well-versed in these matters, his extensive reading had given him a basic understanding.

The scene before him furrowed Yang Haoran's brow slightly. It was evident Deng Feng was preparing a powerful formation to deploy against the ghost building.

Given Deng Feng's status, the formation he chose wouldn't be ordinary. Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought it out tonight and used it here.

Though Yang Haoran had some guesses, he pretended to be puzzled and looked to Deng Feng for clarification.

"Divine Envoy, what is the purpose of this?" he inquired.

Deng Feng smiled faintly and explained, "Tonight, there will undoubtedly be disturbances. To avoid unnecessary trouble and protect the secrecy of the ghost building, we've set up a formation in advance to conceal any commotion. As long as this formation holds, regardless of the chaos within the ghost building, outsiders will only see tranquility—a peaceful scene bathed in moonlight."

Yang Haoran didn't buy Deng Feng's explanation, but he maintained a facade of understanding.

"You've truly thought it through, Divine Envoy," Yang Haoran remarked with a smile.

"If I couldn't handle such matters, I wouldn't be worthy of my title as Burial Master," Deng Feng replied confidently.

As Deng Feng's words faded, a violent gust of chilly wind swept through the area, lifting dust and pebbles from the ground. The rusty iron gates violently clashed against the walls, producing a cacophony of clanging sounds.

The Night Watch members, in the midst of setting up the formation, paused abruptly. They seemed to sense something and dared not continue their work.

Deng Feng frowned, a displeased expression crossing his face.

"Why stop? Continue with the formation!" he commanded sternly.

Though his voice was low, it resounded clearly in the ears of all the Night Watch present, despite the howling wind.

Ordered by Deng Feng, the other Night Watch members dared not disobey. Despite feeling the wrath of the powerful entity within the ghost building, their fear of Deng Feng outweighed any other concerns.

Deng Feng's actions seemed to further enrage the entity within the ghost building. The Yin Qi intensified, accompanied by eerie cries and chilling laughter echoing from within.

Simultaneously, Master Jiang and the others, in the midst of setting up the formation, froze. Their movements ceased, and their gazes became vacant.

Then, their expressions suddenly changed drastically. Some burst into hearty laughter, as if encountering something joyous. Others wore expressions of grief and sorrow, tears streaming down their faces. Still, others exhibited sheer terror, frantically waving their hands as if warding off an approaching threat.

All the Night Watch members underwent this eerie transformation simultaneously, clearly falling victim to an illusion.

To ensnare so many Night Watch members in an illusion simultaneously, especially under Deng Feng's watchful eye as the Burial Master, was no easy feat. Yet, their adversary had achieved it.

Deng Feng's expression darkened. Apart from Yang Haoran, all the Night Watch members fell prey to illusions right under his nose, which was indeed humiliating for him.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort erupted from his lips, resonating like a clap of thunder in the minds of all the Night Watch members!

Initially frozen, Master Jiang and the other Night Watch members shuddered and snapped out of the illusion, returning to reality.

Reflecting on their experiences in the illusion, even though it lasted only a moment, they couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

"I'll hold it off. You continue with the formation!" Deng Feng ordered in a low voice, then suddenly unleashed a terrifying aura. Dark Yin spirit power surged within him like a black dragon, and dense Yin Qi billowed out, sending Yang Haoran flying.

The Yin spirit power, akin to a bursting flood, surged from Deng Feng's diminutive frame, shrouding the entire ghost building. It was hard to imagine such formidable power emanating from such a small body.

The ghost building trembled under the oppressive Yin spirit power, whether from the fury of the entity within or the overwhelming force of Deng Feng, remained unclear.

However, at that moment, an enraged voice resonated from within the ghost building!

"Deng Feng! We agreed on acting! Stop messing around and face me for real!"

The voice belonged to a woman, its raspiness making it difficult to determine her age in life. However, her anger and bloodthirsty madness were evident in her hoarse voice.

Deng Feng didn't respond to the woman. As he continued to release Yin spirit power to suppress the ghost building, he shouted at Master Jiang and the others.

"What are you fools waiting for? Get moving with the formation!"

Reprimanded by Deng Feng's furious outburst, Master Jiang and the other Night Watch members snapped out of their daze. They dared not hesitate, hastily inserting the formation flags into their designated positions as instructed by Deng Feng!

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