Let's start by analyzing the sun

Qingluo World.

Under a tree, amongst a group chatting.

A middle-aged man with dark skin suddenly sensed something and looked up at the starry night sky.

He immediately saw shadows silently streaking across the sky.

With just a brief glance, his pupils constricted, the hairs on his back stood on end, and a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart.

The middle-aged man instantly realized that these shadows posed a huge threat to this world.

Without a second thought, he shouted, "Everyone, leave here immediately and hide in the caves!"

After he spoke.

The group of Qingluo people continued to chat and laugh, as if they hadn't heard him at all.

The middle-aged man was a little confused.

What was going on?

Then.

He suddenly sensed a very subtle extraordinary fluctuation and immediately realized that someone must have quietly interfered, isolating his voice.

As soon as this thought appeared.

The middle-aged man noticed changes around him.

The Qingluo people's laughter suddenly became ethereal, as if coming from hundreds of meters away, and the surrounding scenery became somewhat unreal.

The middle-aged man suppressed the horror in his heart, forced himself to calm down, and took a deep breath.

He carefully considered his tone and asked loudly, "May I ask who you are?"

A leisurely and comfortable voice floated down from the canopy above: "Mr. Xuan Du, nice to meet you!"

It was Cheng Han.

After this avatar entered Qingluo World, it found some clues about the resistance army, and then followed the clues to lock onto the leader.

Which was this middle-aged man.

This guy was unusually cunning.

Despite being a Xuan Du-level expert and one of the top experts among the Qingluo people, he disguised himself as an ordinary civilian and spent his days among the lower classes.

The reason why these Qingluo people who were drinking and chatting were so openly mocking the conscription office was because this guy had been instilling rebellious ideas in them all day long.

At this time.

The middle-aged man tried his best to use the most humble tone and said, "Sir, may I have the honor of meeting you?"

Cheng Han readily agreed: "Of course!"

He floated down from the tree branch and landed lightly on the ground.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Baza!"

He immediately realized: "No, you're not Baza! You replaced Baza's identity."

The middle-aged man sensed it slightly and then revealed an unbelievable expression.

The aura emanating from the other party was only at the Xuan Shi level.

The middle-aged man immediately realized that this was definitely a disguise, otherwise the other party could not have easily isolated him.

Cheng Han said with a smile, "No, I am a Xuan Shi."

The middle-aged man was even more horrified: "You know what I'm thinking?"

Cheng Han did not answer, but said to himself: "You lack systematic extraordinary knowledge, your understanding of Xuan Marks is too superficial, so your use of power is too poor."

The subtext of this sentence was: It's not that I'm strong, it's that you're too weak.

This was nothing short of humiliation.

A trace of embarrassment flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he forced himself to remain calm and asked, "Are you from the Wan Hao race?"

Cheng Han told the truth: "That's right!"

The middle-aged man's heart sank, and he immediately realized that he might not be able to escape this disaster today.

He had planned many attacks against the Wan Hao race and personally killed many Wan Hao people.

Since the other party had come to his door, how could they let him go?

The middle-aged man desperately thought about ways to escape, but on the surface he pretended to be indignant: "If I guessed correctly, the disaster that is about to descend should be brought by the Wan Hao race, right?"

He pointed to the sky and roared angrily: "Just because the Qingluo people are unwilling to be cannon fodder, you viciously release monsters into the Qingluo world?"

This was obviously stalling for time.

Cheng Han saw this, but he didn't mind at all.

He did not answer directly, but snorted contemptuously: "Cannon fodder?"

Cheng Han then asked: "This is a super catastrophe that affects all races.

"If the Wan Hao race wasn't standing in front, how many days do you think Qingluo World could last if it faced the disaster independently?"

The middle-aged man was stumped.

Cheng Han took the initiative to say the answer: "I just returned from the front line not long ago. From my experience, Qingluo World won't even last ten days before the entire race is wiped out."

His tone carried a hint of sarcasm: "You enjoy the protection of the Wan Hao race, but you are unwilling to contribute your strength and are single-mindedly resisting. Is this fair?"

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed and annoyed, and threw out the old argument: "If the Wan Hao race hadn't plundered the resources of Qingluo World, we would have become strong long ago, and we wouldn't need your protection at all."

Cheng Han's tone carried a trace of pity: "Wake up, stop dreaming!"

He sighed: "Among the thousands of worlds, only the great races have real say.

"Any small race has only two choices, either to depend on a great race, or to be completely destroyed by a great race."

He also revealed a piece of news: "Many years ago, the 'Red Eye Clan' set its sights on Qingluo World. Without the Wan Hao race guarding this world, the Qingluo people would have long been reduced to 'blood slaves'."

The middle-aged man was speechless and couldn't say a word.

The so-called "Red Eye Clan" was another great race neighboring the Wan Hao race.

The individuals of this race generally had blood-red eyes and a fondness for sucking fresh blood, and were called "Red Demons" by the Wan Hao race.

Cheng Han lost the interest in chatting: "Let's end here."

The middle-aged man's heart shuddered, and he resolutely prepared for a desperate fight.

He roared, a majestic fluctuation surged in his body, his right hand raised high, a trace of green light flashed in his palm, and instantly transformed into a blurred light blade.

However.

Just as the light blade was about to take shape.

"Buzz~"

A string vibrated.

The middle-aged man only felt an unbearable pain in his chest and abdomen, and couldn't help but let out a scream: "Ah!"

The light blade in his hand flickered and then dimmed.

The middle-aged man's figure froze, his pupils completely solidified, and even the divine light dissipated.

It could be seen that.

Some kind of terrible change had taken place in his body.

After a while.

Some bloody tentacles, somewhat similar in shape to vines, suddenly drilled out of the middle-aged man's orifices and swayed gently.

This scene was quite terrifying.

Soon.

The blood-colored vines shrank back.

Cheng Han smiled with satisfaction: "My idea was right, this kind of spore can turn a Xuan Du expert into a flesh puppet."

He also muttered triumphantly: "Smallness can also kill strength."

In fact.

Just now, the Qingluo Xuan Du was deliberately stalling for time, but Cheng Han was also stalling for time.

While the two sides were talking, he secretly released a very small spore, causing it to be inhaled into the middle-aged man's body.

After the preparations were completed, he decisively activated the power of the spore and transformed it into a puppet.

Cheng Han waved his hand and removed the illusion's concealment.

The middle-aged man returned to normal, only a faint blood color flashed in his pupils.

The series of changes just now seemed to have taken a lot of time, but in reality it only took a few seconds, because time was distorted by the illusion.

Loud voices of conversation instantly entered Cheng Han's ears.

He looked up at the night sky and found that the space-time capsule was about to land.

But he had no intention of warning, but instead opened his mouth to say hello: "It's so lively today!"

An enthusiastic greeting came: "Baza, why did you suddenly come? Come over and have a drink!"