185 Dead from Poison

“Ok!”

Fang Ping quickly stood up and followed Andre out.

At this moment, many Dwarves were also walking out angrily. It was not strange for them to intersect.

From the corner of his eye, he looked up. The fully-armored Dwarf was still sitting in his original position, his head slightly lowered. It was unknown if he was watching the battle on the field or looking at Fang Ping.

!!
He’s here to watch a fight, a fight.

Fang Ping muttered in his heart and walked out.

As soon as they reached the passageway, they immediately walked towards the exit.

Qing Niao inadvertently turned around to take a look. Seeing that there were normal Dwarves around, he asked, “Fang Ping, what’s wrong?”

“We’ll talk about it when we get back. I’m not sure if it’s safe here.”

Andre had been in front the entire time. He left the arena and walked straight out.

“Let’s go back first.”

Fang Ping looked at the arena behind him. He had stalled for some time. As for the remaining people, Fang Ping had no choice.

He got into the big iron carriage and made two rounds. He got out of the car and was about to sit in the hanging cage when he saw a black shadow fall quickly from a high place and hit the ground, raising dust.

The dust had yet to dissipate. Before Fang Ping could see what it was, he felt something rushing toward him quickly.

Fang Ping felt himself being lifted up. The surrounding scenery receded rapidly.

“Where is it?”

The speed was so fast that Fang Ping could not raise his head at all. He could only tell that it was Ivan from his voice.

“Kailund Area Arena!”

Ivan’s speed far exceeded that of the Iron Carriage. Before long, Fang Ping saw the tall Dwarf statue flash past him and arrive.

“Huff, huff, huff!”

Fang Ping was finally put down. He quickly took a few deep breaths. He felt a little suffocated, short of oxygen, and a little nauseous.

“It was there just now. I won’t be wrong.”

There was no one at the spot just now. He had left.

Many Dwarves gathered nearby and discussed.

“Did you see that? That Dwarf walked straight into the wall.”

“You’re joking, right? How is that possible?”

“He’s right! I saw it just now. I thought I was still asleep.”

Ivan picked Fang Ping up again. “You saw it right.”

The Dwarf Guard only saw a black shadow rush into the arena. He hurriedly ran in to see the situation, and this black shadow rushed out again.

The two Dwarf guards looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.

Fang Ping was put down again. He was now on the street.

“See if it’s nearby.”

Fang Ping looked around and shook his head. “It’s not.”

“You’ve been discovered.”

Ivan took out a green stone from his pocket and said to it, “Iron Hammer, it’s a Demon Soldier. Seal the Dwarf City in the Kailund District.”

Then, he crushed the green stone.

“Summon the Griffin.” Ivan pointed at the griffin. “Sit on it and look in the air.”

“Alright, he was dressed in black full-body armor and a helmet just now. He’s about the same height as a Dwarf.”

Fang Ping reminded him.

The Griffin took off. Fang Ping kept using Special Abilities on the ground. Ivan turned into a stream of light and moved through the streets.

Woo… Woo…

A long horn sounded. The Dwarves on the street stopped what they were doing and listened.

A deep voice sounded.

“The city is under martial law. All Dwarves, leave the streets. Take off your helmets and masks.”

As expected of a Dwarf, he even had a loudspeaker.

The Dwarves on the street quickly walked into the houses and shops beside them, and the streets quickly became empty.

In the air, Fang Ping looked into the distance. Dwarf soldiers were mobilized one by one.

It seemed that the appearance of the Demon was really significant. It was not a small matter.

The Dwarf in the arena seemed to be saying that Fang Ping had seen this characteristic on the Shadow Demon Snake when he walked out of the wall.

Penetration characteristic.

It was a very powerful characteristic.

There was no one on the street. Fang Ping did not need to use the Special Ability Enhancement anymore. He sat on the Griffin’s back and waited.

Ivan appeared below. “I’ll get him to send you back. Go back and stay there. Don’t come out.”

…

“Iron Hammer, how was it?”

Iron Hammer pointed at two twisted yellow corpses on the floor. They looked ferocious and were short. They had two small horns on their heads, a pair of wings on their backs, and a slender black tail.

“Two Class 3 child Demon. That Demon Soldier is a Level 4 Epic-rank. He killed a few Dwarf Warriors and ran through the wall.”

Su Dongxiong squatted down, grabbed the child Demon’s chin, and pulled it open.

“Poisoned to death?”

“Yes, suicide.”

Su Dongxiong shook his head. “It’s a pity that you Dwarves don’t have a Forbidden Spellcaster. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to die even if he wanted to. Did you obtain any useful information?”

“We’re still working on it. Not at the moment.”

Su Dongxiong stood up and glanced at Bronze Beard beside him. His face was ashen as he glared at Su Dongxiong, but he did not dare to say anything.

“Demons have also appeared. You Dwarves don’t have Forbidden Spellcasters or Saints. The threat of Demons is far greater than that of Dragons.”

Iron Hammer nodded. “I’ll think of something.”

“How many years has it been since Demons appeared? Now, three of them have appeared at once, and there’s even an Epic-ranked creature. What’s their goal? Where did they come from?”

…

Fang Ping stayed in his room. He sat between Andre and Qing Niao and closed his eyes to cultivate.

Knowing that the Demonic Soldier’s characteristic was Penetration, Fang Ping did not dare to sit against the wall. He was afraid that a hand would suddenly reach out from the wall and strangle him to death.

The martial law in the city had not been lifted. Everyone was in their rooms.

Andre and Qing Niao did not ask Fang Ping what had happened.

He closed his eyes to cultivate, but Fang Ping could not calm down.

After fighting a few rounds in the arena, Fang Ping realized his problem.

He had strong self-protection abilities, but he lacked stable damage output.

Boiling Blood Trolls needed to be injured first before they could have high strength. Most of the time, they were targeted as meat shields for instant bursts.

Even the Catman Assassin, who had never been summoned, instantly activated his position.

Fang Ping wondered if he should contract a summoned creature that could provide stable output next. Werewolves were good. Otherwise, Human Crossbowmen and Heavy-armored Crossbowmen would not be bad either.

He still needed to accumulate energy to 2,500 as soon as possible.

At the same time, there was another thing that affected Fang Ping’s cultivation.

Lisa used a Charm spell.

He swallowed.

The pinkish-pink scene appeared in his mind, making Fang Ping a little unable to hold back.

Instinct. It was all instinct. He could not become a slave to desire!

He wanted to fight Lisa again, but the outcome was not important. The main thing was to train through actual combat.

He tried his best to pull his thoughts back and focus on the surrounding light spots. He cultivated and accumulated energy.

Touching the Tranquil Heart Necklace around his neck, the delicate and soft feeling was like rubbing a strand of black hair.

Lisa had short hair.

‘Oook…’

A long horn sounded. Fang Ping jumped off the bed and walked out.

He really couldn’t calm down. The efficiency was too low. He went out to take a walk and see what was going on.

A deep voice sounded. “Remove martial law.”

Walking to the corridor, he grabbed the iron chain and looked down. As the sound of martial law being lifted sounded, Dwarves walked out of the street one after another. They also whispered to each other, discussing what had happened.

“Fang Ping.”

Chen Long walked toward Fang Ping. “Did you tell anyone?”

“No, just you and Ivan.”

Chen Long nodded. “I don’t know if I should let others know about their appearance. Let Ivan decide.”