I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

There were still people on the street, and the surrounding buildings, which had been rebuilt not long ago, were mostly made of wood.

Two old men smoking pipes at the entrance of the tavern froze, their pipes held high in the air, their mouths half-open.

The door to the shop next door was half open, and a woman in an apron was leaning out to look.

Further down the street, a vendor with a cart was still tidying up, his back to them, completely unaware of what was happening.

Burren is already shouting.

"The night watch is on duty! All of you, back inside!"

The sound was loud, echoing through the quiet night streets.

The two old men smoking pipes flinched, but didn't move.

The woman who had been peering out froze.

The vendor with the cart finally turned around, but clearly didn't know what had happened, and stood there in a daze.

Frank and the other two watchmen spread out to the sides.

They moved much faster than the residents.

While evacuating, preparations for encirclement were being made.

The three people's positions blocked both ends of this street and the entrance to a side alley.

All the Night Watchers present were second-tier bizarre and extraordinary beings; none of them were pushovers.

But it was too late.

The robotic arm stopped chasing the person.

He stood under the streetlight, less than thirty meters away from Lu Yuan.

The tubular structure of the right arm slowly rose, aligning itself with the direction in which the "tree" people were retreating.

Hot steam began to emerge from the pipe.

First, there was a wisp, very faint, almost invisible to the naked eye; one could only tell it was generating heat from the slight distortion of the air above the nozzle.

Then a metallic, burnt smell wafted out.

The pungent smell of burning copper mixed with some kind of alchemical fuel quickly filled the night air.

The gold inscriptions on the edge of the tube lit up one by one.

First, the few lines near the pipe opening were dark red and pulsating slightly, like freshly lit coals. Then, the deeper areas changed from dark red to orange.

The temperature is rising rapidly.

Something inside the pipe is being heated to a critical point.

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes.

The diameter of that nozzle means the ejected material won't be a single line.

It is a fan-shaped surface.

Thirty meters from the muzzle, the coverage area was wide enough to encompass the entire street and the shops on both sides.

One of the Ascensionists shouted something.

"They must be kept."

At the same time, Lu Yuan moved his hand.

The moment the gold inscription turned from dark red to orange, his left hand had already reached his waist.

The new "Flame" was drawn from its holster.

The pitch-black gun body reflected no light under the streetlights, as if it swallowed all the light falling on it.

The chamber was filled with copper-cased incendiary bombs.

Thumb grips the hammer.

boom.

A burst of scorching orange-red flame shot from the muzzle, and the smoke was torn to shreds in the night wind.

The bullet struck the tubular structure of the robotic arm; more precisely, it struck the center of the tube opening.

The cartridge case shattered, the alchemical sparks ignited, and the burning copper exploded on the metal surface of the nozzle, sending up a ring of dark red sparks.

The impact wasn't great, but it was enough.

The rising temperature inside the pipe was abruptly interrupted.

The alchemical fuel was disturbed by external forces before it even reached its ignition point.

The rhythm of the inscriptions was forcibly interrupted. Several inscriptions that had already turned orange-yellow flickered violently twice and then went out.

It's like a pot of water that's about to boil being taken off the stove.

Charge up and interrupt.

Everyone in the Ascension Society turned their heads.

Lu Yuan stood under the streetlight, holding a gun in his left hand, the muzzle still emitting smoke and orange-red embers.

The Night's Watch badge on his chest gleamed under the light.

The four members of the Ascension Society first focused their attention on the badge.

Then it landed on his face.

"Put away large quantities of stuff."

Lu Yuan's tone was not loud, but every word could be heard clearly on the quiet street.

"This is Bronze City."

Their gazes swept behind Lu Yuan.

Hank had his coat completely open, his right hand resting on the weapon at his waist.

He appeared to be a size larger than when he was standing and talking.

Keep your back straight, chin slightly tucked in, and center of gravity low.

The image of him drunkenly sprawled on the table before leaving the tavern had completely vanished.

Frank and another Night Watchman spread out from both sides, forming a semi-encirclement with the Ascendant, completely locking the target in the middle.

Buren stood at the very back.

The cane remained planted on the ground, motionless, but the aura of a third-tier cultivator was not deliberately concealed, and runes continuously appeared on his body.

The Ascension Guild members sensed it and took a slight step back. They clearly hadn't expected to encounter so many Night Watchers and a third-tier Inscription Master here.

However, the leader of the Ascension Society turned to look at Lu Yuan.

The half-exposed right arm was still steaming. A wisp of white smoke rose from the scorch mark on the nozzle, caused by the copper-cased incendiary bomb.

He is making a judgment.

At least five Night's Watch members, including a Tier 3, clashed head-on in the city of Bronze City, and neither side would come out on top.

Moreover, their primary target is not the Night's Watch.

A few seconds later, the inscription on the tube went dark, and the metal plates of the robotic arm retracted section by section, returning to their original positions inside the sleeve.

But he said one thing.

"The night watchman should mind his own business."

Lu Yuan did not reply.

He didn't need to reply; the gun was still raised, the smoke from the muzzle still lingering.

In fact, the battle had already begun before Lu Yuan fired the first shot.

The two Ascensionists wielding short blades never stopped. By the time the mechanical arm was charging up, the two had already caught up with the "tree" figure, and the short blades and vines clashed for at least two or three rounds under the streetlights.

But with the arrival of the Night's Watch, and their encirclement of the three men, things changed.

Ahead were the Night's Watchmen, a force of five, plus Buren's undisguised third-tier aura, forming a wall in front of them.

Behind them are four members of the Ascension Society. Although the mechanical arm's charge-up was interrupted, its position still blocked its retreat.

In the middle are three people who are "trees".

There was nowhere to escape.

The one leading the group, the one who kept holding the wooden figure and looking back from time to time, scanned the street from front to back with his eyes.

The orange light from the streetlights shone on his face.

Lu Yuan saw a hint of resentment flash in his eyes.

It only flashed by.

Then he made a very small movement.

He gave a look to his two companions behind him who were still fighting with the Ascension Society.

At the same time, he made a very light gesture with his right hand, which Lu Yuan saw, but he didn't know what the gesture meant.

We'll find out in the next moment.

The two "tree" people were still engaged in close combat with the Ascension Society.

Instantaneous alienation.

The skin ruptured simultaneously.

Deep green veins emanate from every pore of the body, and the wood grain seems to have been gathering momentum under the skin for a long time, bursting out simultaneously from the limbs, torso, and face in the time it takes for a heartbeat to beat.

"Creak."

A loud crash followed, accompanied by the sound of wood being forcibly snapped.

Both of them became arrogant at the same time.

Dark green branches burst open from them at a visible speed, spreading in all directions.

Thick vines burst forth from the waist, shoulders, and neck, waving erratically.

The two second-tier members of the recent Ascension Society were forced back several steps by this burst of energy.

A branch struck one of the men squarely in the chest, sending him flying three meters before he slammed his back against a lamppost. The lamppost tilted to one side, and the flame inside flickered, nearly going out.

The other reacted a little faster, using a short, gear-like blade to block, but was still thrown off balance by the force of the branch and forced to retreat out of the fighting area.

The battlefield instantly descended into chaos.

The two newly formed mutants lashed out indiscriminately, friend or foe, and the attack range of their branches expanded at a visible speed.

The ground was smashed and cracked, and dark green liquid splattered everywhere.

And right at the heart of this chaos.

The leader made a move.

He hugged the wooden figure and squeezed through the gaps between the branches bursting forth from his two companions.

It's not heading towards the Night's Watch, it's heading towards the Ascension.

Lu Yuan understood.

The five members of the Night Watch, facing the third-tier pressure of Gaberon, would be killed if they charged head-on. On the Ascension side, only the one with the mechanical arm remained standing; the other two second-tier members were pushed aside by the mutation eruption, and the fourth member was positioned further away.

That was the only gap.

Let's take a gamble.

The fourth member of the Ascension Society reacted. He was originally standing diagonally behind the man with the mechanical arm. When he saw the leader rushing in this direction, he immediately took a step forward and half-raised his arm to intercept him.

"Don't..."

He had just opened his mouth.

The robotic arm next to me moved.

The robotic arm gently placed its hand on the fourth person's shoulder.

It's very light.

The fourth person froze.

In that instant, his second step, which he was about to take, stopped in mid-air.

The leader, carrying the wooden figure, darted past him.

There was no obstruction.

Lu Yuan saw this scene from more than ten meters away.

He didn't "stop" them; he stopped his companion who wanted to.

Lu Yuan's gaze met that of the person with the robotic arm.

It was right for only a second.

The person with the robotic arm didn't flinch; their gaze was calm, as if to say, "So what if it is?"

Lu Yuan didn't say anything.

He knew the other party had gone easy on him.

The leader, carrying the wooden figure, disappeared into another dark alley behind the Ascension Society.

Within seconds, even the footsteps disappeared.

But Lu Yuan didn't care, because at the very moment the tree-man went berserk, Lu Yuan felt the worm of knowledge deep in his left eye awaken.

The auras of the two newly mutated beings burst forth almost simultaneously.

Carrying the sweet scent of fading flowers, the Knowledge Worm clearly showed interest in the leading man, its eyes twitching a few times in its left eye socket.

It's as if they've remembered something.

In Lu Yuan's field of vision.

A very thin, almost invisible thread extended from his eye.

They traversed the chaotic streets, passed two grotesque hordes still twitching wildly, crossed the spot where the Ascension Society stood, and continued into the dark alley where the leader had disappeared.

It's obvious that the worm of knowledge has hung something up.

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze, ignoring the leader of the Ascension Society.

The fighting is still going on in the street.

But there were no civilians left on the streets.

The moment the mutation exploded, the few remaining people on the street didn't hesitate for even a second before running away.

The vendor with the cart dropped it and ran away.

The two old men smoking pipes at the door simultaneously retreated back into the house, and the door slammed shut.

The woman in the apron disappeared through the crack in the door with incredible speed; within half a second, the door latched shut from the inside.

A window in the distance slammed shut, then a second, then a third.

No one screamed, no one hesitated.

The street was instantly empty.