I have a city in another world

Inside this secret room, three people were still busy at work, wearing specially made protective robes and ugly crow-shaped masks on their faces.

His eyes, flashing red light, were like those of a wild beast, seemingly able to see through people's hearts.

The martial artist opened his specially made backpack, took out the blood from the box, and poured it into a crystal vessel.

"The quality of your blood is only average, barely enough to meet the requirements."

A voice rang out, its tone tinged with a critical edge.

Upon hearing the other party's words, the martial artist did not turn his head but responded in a cold and hard tone.

“In the past, drawing blood would not have been difficult, but the situation is different now. If the temple finds out and the matter is exposed, no one can bear the responsibility.”

Prior to this, the temple used its bird-man servants to issue a notice, issuing a city-wide warrant for the capture of the vampire demon.

The survivors, knowing this, will surely keep a close watch, and once they discover anything unusual, word will inevitably spread.

If the temple finds out, a crackdown will follow.

The survivor groups in the city all complained about the temple, but none of them dared to actually provoke it.

Everyone knows that the temple is currently the most powerful force in the city.

Anyone who dares to provoke them will surely be reduced to ashes.

Hearing the martial artist's rebuttal, the nitpicking man in the long robe snorted coldly, but didn't say anything more.

He was also well aware that things he could do freely before now required extra caution.

People inside the settlement cannot move, otherwise they will be discovered as something is amiss. They can only hunt down survivors outside and extract fresh blood from them.

After being refined, it is made into a special medicine, which is then given to those in need.

Tell me, who are you working for?

The voice that came from beside them sounded very unfamiliar, causing the people in the secret room to tremble.

They turned around instantly and saw a semi-transparent figure, seemingly enveloped in flames.

"Oh no, kill him quickly!"

A robed, masked man growled as he reached for his waist, attempting to retrieve weapons and equipment.

The martial artist was faster; in the blink of an eye, a black longsword slashed down.

The other three robed, masked figures also drew their weapons at that moment, locking onto the figure that had appeared out of nowhere.

"A bunch of trash, daring to draw their swords and guns in front of this old man, they really don't know what's good for them!"

The spirit of the thousand-foot iron chain, a seventh-tier wizard soul known as the King of Assassins, revealed a ferocious smile.

A few minutes later.

The spirit appeared beside Tang Zhen and informed him of the interrogation results: those cultivators were merely responsible for doing the work.

To find out more details, we need to find the settlement leader, but that guy is elusive and nobody knows where he is hiding.

"It shouldn't be a difficult thing for you."

Tang Zhen looked at the artifact spirit and said calmly.

"A piece of cake!"

The spirit of the artifact would never lose face in front of Tang Zhen, nor would it easily submit.

The moment the words left his mouth, the spirit vanished.

Tang Zhen chuckled softly and stepped into the secret chamber, where he saw four piles of light-colored ash on the ground.

The blood in the crystal vessel, along with the various kinds of refined medicinal powders, all prove one thing.

Indeed, there are demigod cultivators here who are preparing forbidden potions in order to quickly restore their cultivation.

This is the most dangerous choice, as it easily exposes oneself, but it allows one to recover one's cultivation level in the shortest amount of time.

The other party was a gambler, and was afraid that if the recovery speed was too slow, someone else would take away the benefits.

"A bunch of fools who don't know their own mortality. They really think I'm prey to be slaughtered, that I can be at your mercy once I recover my cultivation."

Tang Zhen chuckled coldly, showing no fear or unease. So what if he was a demigod cultivator?
He has even killed gods, and he has slain more than one divine avatar. The treasures in his possession that make demigod cultivators drool were all obtained through his own strength.

This group of demigod cultivators rushed to kill and plunder, unaware that Tang Zhen was also waiting to turn the tables on them.

Tang Zhen actually knew quite a few of the various heretical cultivation methods. These demigod cultivators were willing to serve as fuel to help him advance his cultivation further, so how could he refuse?

With a gentle flick of his finger, the blood and medicinal powder mixed together, and then, under the influence of an invisible force, they were rapidly refined.

In a short time, it turned into a pile of powder, and then compressed into pills.

Destroying these materials would be a waste; it would be better to refine them into some healing and hemostatic pills.

It is actually a good thing that these victims can help others in need.

Tang Zhen put away the hemostatic pills and turned to leave.

A loud bang came from outside, accompanied by terrified curses and screams, and waves of heat rushed towards us.

The pills refined by Tang Zhen came in handy in the blink of an eye.

The gathering place was in complete chaos, with fireballs shooting around and acrid smoke billowing into the sky.

Panic was everywhere, with angry shouts and screams filled with fear and unease.

Suddenly, a figure fell from a height and collided with the hard ground.

The charred, foul-smelling bones and flesh exploded and scattered everywhere with the violent impact.

Just as the crowd gasped in surprise, more figures were thrown down from the sky one after another.

The constant impacts and explosions sent bones, flesh, and internal organs flying everywhere, filling the air with an indescribable stench.

Looking upwards, you can see a slender figure suspended in mid-air at the edge of a window.

Around his neck was a burning iron chain, the high temperature constantly scorching his flesh.

Only the upper echelons of this settlement could recognize the origin of the slender figure, who was clearly the one in control of this place.

This was the first time he had appeared in the public eye in such a disheveled state.

The vast majority of survivors had no idea of ​​his identity; otherwise, there would have been an uproar.

Those who know the truth dare not act rashly at this moment.

The strongest leaders were easily controlled and manipulated; those who went forward were simply throwing their lives away.

For now, we can only observe and wait before taking action.

At that moment, the faint sound of conversation could be heard from mid-air.

“Tell me where that guy is and you’ll live; otherwise, you’re dead today.”

A sinister, cold voice rang in the ear of the slender figure, like a soul-reaping messenger from the abyss.

"I don't know where he is, I've never seen what he looks like, I just follow orders and cooperate secretly, doing what he asks, and there's been no other contact with him."

At this moment, the leader of the settlement was filled with regret. If he had known that this was a bad idea, he should not have agreed.

While the potential profits are tempting, they also come with enormous risks, and could even cost you your life.

The leader was aware of this, but still clung to a gamble and agreed to cooperate with the other party.

Collecting essence blood is nothing serious; as long as we're careful, there shouldn't be any problems.

In a chaotic city, people die every day, so no one would pay attention to this.

The leader was unaware of the true purpose of collecting essence blood, and even less aware of how much the temple valued this matter.

Anyone who dares to cross the red line must die.

Upon hearing this, the spirit's face contorted with rage, and it immediately used the iron chains to strangle the other person to death.

In an instant, it turned into a burning skeleton.

A cunning demigod cultivator would certainly not easily expose himself; the leader of this settlement should not be lying.

Even so, he had to die. Getting involved with a demigod cultivator meant there was absolutely no chance of survival. (End of Chapter)