I'm not a drama god

"Cough cough cough..."

"The funeral procession is in the clouds...it's a bit faster than expected."

A weak cough came from inside the room. Chu Muyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked out the dimly lit window.

"Please bring my wheelchair over. If we leave now, we should be able to make it."

"Can your body handle it?" Bai stood behind the wheelchair, his brows furrowed slightly. "Didn't the Red King say you didn't have to go?"

"I should go out. I've been here too long... I want to get some fresh air."

Seeing this, Bai stopped trying to persuade him and instead pushed the wheelchair to the bedside, helping Chu Muyun to sit down slowly.

At this moment, Chu Muyun was much thinner than before. A dark blue scarf covered half of his face, and as winter approached, his breath condensed into wispy white frost.

Bai also pulled down the brim of his hat, his silver-white snake-shaped earrings swaying slightly in the air, and a wisp of the aura of the God of Thieves emanated from his body...

"So, shall we set off?"

"Let's go."

Next second,

The two figures vanished without a trace.

……

boom--! ! !

In the pouring rain, the main gate of the opera house suddenly shattered!

A blood-stained afterimage staggered out of the theater and crashed into the opposite street like a cannonball, the huge roar echoing through the rain.

"Chen Ling!! How dare you attack me?!"

"Hidden Cloud Realm, martial law declared!! Follow me to annihilate the Twilight Society!!"

The moment those two deep voices rang out, the Dragon Slayers and Butchers of the Hidden Cloud Base turned their heads to look in the direction where Hidden Cloud Lord had left, their eyes filled with horror!

Twilight Society?

How dare they attack Lord Cangyun?!

At this time, the Cangyun government was surrounded by the hysterical people suffering from serious illnesses. All of them had their relatives or loved ones taken away by the orders of the Cangyun King. With nowhere else to turn, they could only surround the Cangyun government and keep throwing stones and Molotov cocktails filled with kerosene at it.

If they were enemies, the Dragon Slayers would naturally show no mercy. But people always have compassion, and everyone knew how pitiful these people were. Faced with this riot, they didn't know what to do for a moment...

But upon hearing the news of the attack on Zangyun Jun, everyone immediately found something to do. They rushed out of the Zangyun government building one after another and swarmed in one direction to chase after him.

The sound of the Power God's Path cutting through the air was like a whistling arrow, passing over the Jinghong Tower.

After a while,

A figure in theatrical robes slowly emerged from Jinghong Tower.

A red paper umbrella opened in the rain, and Chen Ling's ruby-like eyes swept in the direction where Cang Yunjun and the Dragon Slayers had left, a complex look flashing in her eyes...

Not long ago, Cangyunjun's voice resurfaced in his mind.

"Although the Hidden Cloud Realm is now nearing destruction, the Dragon Slayers and those top-tier combat forces should not be underestimated..."

"I will do my best to lure them away and reduce the defenses of the Cangyun Base to a minimum..."

"Someone is waiting for you at the very bottom of the base."

"..."

Chen Ling knew who the person Cangyun Jun was talking about was, and she also knew what he meant by "waiting for you".

"Lord Red King." Three figures leaped down from the second floor of Jinghong Tower, like three eerie ghosts, standing in the rain behind Chen Ling.

"It will take time for the others to arrive in the Hidden Cloud Realm... Until then, you all stay close to me."

Chen Ling's gaze lingered on the distant Cangyun Base.

"We need to speed things up..."

"Qi Muyun's time... is probably running out."

……

Where is Lord Cangyun?

"Is it just my imagination? His aura seems to be getting weaker..."

"in front of!"

"Wait, why do I feel like it's on the left?"

"..."

The Dragon Slayers tried to sense Cangyun Jun's presence in the torrential rain, but whether it was due to the rain or a problem with Cangyun Jun himself, his presence was erratic. Even though they had arrived near Cangyun Jun, they couldn't pinpoint his exact location for the time being.

Left with no other option, the Dragon Slayers had to scatter throughout the streets, cautiously searching for any trace of the Twilight Society.

In a hidden alleyway that they were unaware of,

Zangyun Jun staggered and almost fell to the ground.

He leaned against the wall with one hand, breathing heavily. His shirt was soaked in blood, and countless grotesque veins on his chest writhed like living things.

The injury to Cangyun Jun was inflicted by Chen Ling, and his current decline in aura is also genuine.

As time passed, the turbid calamity parasitizing his heart was continuously drawing nutrients from his body to regain its strength... To curb its growth, Cangyun Jun had to mobilize the vast majority of his power to suppress his heart. As one side weakened while the other grew, his aura became weaker and weaker.

Raindrops fell on his shoulders, soaking his shirt. At this moment, Cangyun Jun could no longer control his power, nor could he avoid the downpour he had created...

This was the first time he had been soaked by rain since becoming Lord Cangyun.

He clutched his chest with one hand and leaned against the wall with the other, slowly moving through the alleyway, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Hidden Cloud Base...

……

"Give me back my son!!"

"You kidnappers!! Who gave you the right to forcibly send people to the Spirit Void Realm?!"

"What kind of bullshit Cangyun Jun is he? I think he's just a dog kept by Lingxu Jun!!"

"I'm telling you, we're all doomed. If we die, you won't survive either!!"

"That's right, we'd all die together if necessary!! Hand over Lord Cangyun!"

"..."

A cacophony of shouts erupted outside the Zangyun government building. Not a single window in the entire building remained intact. Homemade Molotov cocktails were thrown into the rooms from outside, igniting directly in the offices and corridors, blackening everything with soot.

The remaining dragon slayers frantically tried to extinguish the fire while attempting to intimidate the civilians, but to little avail.

These people are not even afraid of death, so what can some coercion do?

But the dragon slayers couldn't actually rush out and kill these people. They could only suppress their anger and clean up the mess. Just then, they seemed to sense something and turned to look out the window...

In the misty rain, a figure holding a large red paper umbrella slowly walked towards them from a distance.

This breath...

"Oops!"

"It's the Red King?!"

"How could he be here?! Shouldn't he be being chased by Lord Cangyun?!"

The dragon slayers were startled and immediately prepared to report the news, but then a soft, mocking laugh rang out from behind them...

"Are all you Hercules Dragon Slayers... so lacking in vigilance?"

Their pupils contracted slightly, and they turned their heads sharply to see a young man adorned with gold jewelry and wielding a curved sword hanging upside down from the corridor ceiling, looking at them with disdain.