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Chapter 170 Gathering Silently

In that distorted space and time, as if time was slowly pulled by an invisible thread, Lu Yifang lowered his head and stared at the jumping numbers on the screen of his mobile phone. It was not only a mark of time, but also a proof of his return from another world. When he touched the network with his fingertips, the network connection appeared like the dawn, but he suddenly realized that the outside world had crossed the change of day and night, and his encounter with that strange mirror space was only as short as a dream for half an hour.

"It is a wrinkle of time that has allowed a trace of Jehovah's will to slumber for a thousand years, like a dusty secret in an ancient library." Lu Yifang explained softly, his eyes flashing with awe of the unknown.

Luna's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, penetrating through the layers of haze and locking onto those devils who were ready to make a move. Her voice was filled with unquestionable determination: "It seems that Locke's shadow has quietly approached, and these uninvited guests are the best proof of this."

Facing the crisis, Lu Yifang raised an uninhibited smile, and lightning surged in his palms, gathering into a dazzling plasma ball, like a falling star, instantly swallowing up the surrounding darkness, and the devil's wailing turned to ashes, drifting in the air.

They shuttled through the maze-like corridors, each step was filled with unknowns and challenges, until an ancient stone door cracked silently, as if the door of destiny was opened. Johnny, the warrior who had fought side by side with Father Moreau and longed to be free from the curse of the evil spirit, knelt on the ground with an incredible look on his face, feeling the disappearance of the restraints in his body. The feeling of freedom was sweeter than any victory.

"I'm free! I finally found my soul back. This feeling..." Before Johnny's cheer died down, a few rustling sounds broke the joy. A few pairs of red eyes emerged from the shadows. The demons attracted by the cheers became uninvited visitors.

"Uh, I think I may have made a mistake in communicating with the wrong person..." Johnny's smile froze instantly. The body of an ordinary person seemed so fragile in front of the devil. But at this moment, a dazzling flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and Lu Yifang attacked again, and the plasma ball accurately killed the threat.

"The answer may be hidden ahead. Let's explore it together." There was unquestionable power in Lu Yifang's words. They continued to move forward, and each step became more determined.

Five minutes later, they stepped into the heart of this holy land, where an unprecedented confrontation was taking place. On one side was the ferocious and roaring demon army, who were like messengers from hell, wreaking havoc; on the other side were the ascetics who stood firm, using their faith as shields and their courage as swords, swearing to defend this pure land to the death. In this tense confrontation, another force was looming, and it seemed that a deeper conspiracy was brewing.

How will Lu Yifang, Luna and Johnny, three travelers from different worlds, find their place in this chaos and uncover the secrets hidden under the holy land? An adventure about courage, wisdom and faith is quietly opening. In the vast twilight, the stage quietly changes, and the spotlight falls impartially on Coulson, Melinda and Nadya. At the edge of this light, Father Moreau's figure is like an indestructible lighthouse, standing firmly on Coulson's side, and together they build a line of defense. However, inside and outside this line of defense, trust and suspicion are intertwined into an intricate web.

As the night deepened, a sudden storm seemed to foreshadow a greater change. Although Coulson and his team fought side by side with the ascetics against the invisible devil's shadow, the air was filled with not only gunpowder smoke, but also the indescribable vigilance between each other.

"Lu Yifang, where did you go? The hearts of the entire camp are hanging in the air." Coulson's voice trembled slightly in the wind, with both the joy of reunion and a hint of blame. His eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, were fixed on Lu Yifang and Luna who had suddenly returned.

Lu Yifang smiled lightly, with a hint of mystery in his apology: "I'm sorry to have made everyone worried. I just went to solve a little 'weather problem'. You see--" After saying that, he slowly raised his hand, as if he was holding the pulse of the whole world.

In an instant, a violent wind blew up, and the originally calm sky seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand. The clouds quickly gathered and turned into a surging sea of ​​dark clouds. In a flash, the lightning seemed to be given life, playing in the clouds, and finally, under the guidance of Lu Yifang, it turned into a torrential waterfall of thunder, pouring down on the terrified demons accurately.

"Woo~!" The demons howled one after another. They tried to escape, but they were nowhere to hide under the lightning net. Lu Yifang, a new-age wizard who mastered electromagnetic power, controlled lightning as easily as conducting an orchestra. Every time he waved his arm, he was mercilessly sentencing the dark forces.

Witnessing this scene, Coulson's frown finally relaxed. He led the team slowly approaching, while the group of ascetic monks were like a group of disturbed lone wolves, with both vigilance and unwillingness in their eyes. They gathered together silently, and an invisible gap once again opened up between them and Lu's side.

"Why is this? Weren't we common warriors before?" Lu Yifang frowned slightly, looking back and forth between Coulson and the ascetic monk, looking for an answer.

Father Moreau, the guardian of faith, had a distorted face at this moment, and almost roared as he revealed the truth: "They betrayed us! In the name of salvation, they actually wanted to commit extermination - to kill that innocent child!" As he spoke, his anger was like a flame, burning with despair over betrayal.

The leader of the ascetics, with a stern face, responded without flinching: "This is a necessary sacrifice. The blood flowing in his body is corrupt blood, and it is a hidden crisis. Only by eradicating it can we protect the peace of this pure land." His tone was full of unquestionable determination, as if he had sacrificed his soul to the so-called justice.

Such a dramatic scene made everyone present fall into deep thought: should we choose the purity of faith or accept the complexity of human nature? In this stormy world, the answer seems even more confusing. In the old church at night, the candlelight flickered, reflecting Coulson's face twisted by anger. His words were like a sharp dagger, piercing the tranquility of the air: "You actually want to sacrifice the 'Dark Night Saliva' flowing in this child's body in exchange for your twisted justice? How dare you, a mortal, play the role of God's executioner? Doesn't your conscience tremble?"