A sharp roar echoed across the sky.

At the same time, the Blood Demon broadcast his encounter with Waldo, including Waldo’s attack on him, to the chat channel.

He even started a live broadcast.

The reason was simple.

He wanted all trialists to know that Waldo was not dead.

Nor was he being pursued by the three-eyed natives.

The recent series of trialist killings were undeniably linked to him!

If possible, he hoped someone would kill Waldo to avenge him.

"Be careful of Waldo!!!"

...

"Escaped?"

Far away, atop a safe house, Waldo’s brow furrowed in surprise.

"I was careless. I didn’t expect him to withstand my spear and accidentally let him escape by a fluke. It doesn’t matter much, but it’s a pity that my actions have been exposed by him!"

Waldo moved swiftly.

Like lightning, he shot out.

His speed was incredibly fast.

In an instant, he reached Blood Demon’s front!

"Die!!!"

Waldo’s voice was cold, like a whisper of death, echoing in Blood Demon’s mind.

Blood Demon’s expression slightly froze.

The next moment, Waldo’s punch exploded his head...

Pff!

Turning it into a spray of blood.

After killing the Blood Demon, Waldo didn’t hesitate. He turned towards another direction, seeking his next target.

The Blood Demon had already spread the news.

Therefore, he had to act quickly and decisively.

Any delay, and many of his targets would flee.

The Dark Lands were vast, and if his targets chose to hide, he really had no way to find them...

...

Indeed, the chat channel exploded.

Although the Blood Demon’s broadcast lasted less than a minute, many people saw the footage.

Waldo wasn’t being pursued?

Instead, he is attacking those trialists who are his enemies?

This news shook everyone like an earthquake, leaving all the trialists dumbfounded!

Was Waldo’s strength really that terrifying?

He actually survived the pursuit of two level four three-eyed natives.

Even now, no one dared believe it.

It was too outrageous!

"Awesome, Waldo is really powerful, he didn’t die!"

"Waldo truly seeks retribution for every grievance. He said he would deal with those people, and now he really is!"

"It’s just a dog-eat-dog world..."

"Ha, be careful with your words, brother. If Waldo sees it, you might be the next one to die. Haven’t you realized what kind of person Waldo is?"

"Hahaha, relax! Now that Waldo’s whereabouts are exposed, the three-eyed natives will surely know! He’s digging his own grave! Why couldn’t he just stay hidden? Now that he’s exposed, it won’t be long before the three-eyed natives come for him!"

"This time, Waldo won’t have any luck. With the precedent set, the three-eyed natives will surely crush him to dust!"

Meanwhile, another group of trialists fiercely criticized Waldo, condemning him for his indiscriminate killing.

Everyone noticed the person leading them...

"It’s Alfred!"

"It’s him! Perhaps, in the entire Dark Lands among the trialists, only he can surpass Waldo now!"

Alfred had just advanced to level four two days ago.

He was currently the only level four trialist in the Dark Lands.

Waldo’s strength had always been exceptional.

As a level three trialist, virtually no one could match him.

But Alfred was a level four trialist...

"Waldo, stop it! Trialists should be united. What are you doing? You’ve already killed too many trialists. If you don’t stop now, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

Alfred tagged Waldo in the chat channel, speaking arrogantly.

"Scram!"

Waldo replied simply.

A simple word, yet it caused an unparalleled earthquake among all the trialists.

"Scram? Waldo really isn’t afraid of death! Alfred is a level four trialist. For Waldo to speak to Alfred like that, he must be tired of living!"

"How dare he? I can already envision Waldo being dismembered! A level three trialist, no matter how strong, still has an insurmountable gap compared to a level four!"

"He’s really seeking his own death! Provoking the level four three-eyed natives is one thing, but now he’s completely offended Alfred!"

"They say Alfred is also ruthless, the kind who kills without blinking. With that one word from Waldo, he’s definitely completely offended Alfred, who will not tolerate it!"

"Let’s just wait and see. This guy Waldo is done for!"

"Waldo must be desperate now. His whereabouts are exposed, and he will inevitably be relentlessly pursued by the three-eyed natives. Knowing he can’t escape, what does it matter if he provokes another level four trialist?"

"It’s very likely, a case of ’might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb.’ He’s going to die anyway, so why not swagger a bit with his words?"

"Hahaha, true!"

"Poor Waldo, once hailed as the top trialist, to end up like this, it’s truly lamentable."

...

Meanwhile.

A majestic and towering safe house stood on the peak of a mountain.

Countless dazzling runes danced on the safe house, emitting streams of brilliant light.

The light spread outward like water, covering the surrounding area like a carpet.

On the hillside below the safe house lay the bodies of bizarre and terrifying monsters, grotesque in appearance.

The dark blood had already soaked the entire hillside, and the stench of decay permeated the air.

Among them were even some level three monster corpses!

At this moment, inside the safe house on the mountain peak, the atmosphere was heavy with murderous intent.

It was like a furnace about to erupt.

Inside the safe house, there were a total of five figures standing, their expressions grim, and their gazes occasionally turning towards the slender figure seated in the middle.

In their expressions, there was a mixture of wariness and reverence.

These five individuals were none other than level three trialists!

And the one seated in the middle was Alfred, a level four trialist!

At this moment, Alfred was clad in a pitch-black suit of armor. The material of the armor seemed to be made of an unknown substance, gleaming darkly. The shifting light emitted an eerie aura.

The armor enveloped most of Alfred’s body, including his arms, shoulders, legs, head, and torso. It didn’t appear heavy, giving an impression of lightness, yet it conveyed an unshakable sense of durability.

"This Waldo is so arrogant, he deserves to die!"

"Who does he think he is? Daring to provoke our big brother, he deserves a thousand deaths!"

"No, we can’t let him be so brazen! We must take action and make him understand the consequences of provoking us!"

"Exactly, our Tyrant Alliance has just been formed, and others may not be aware of it yet. I believe it’s necessary to use this opportunity to let everyone know about the existence of our Tyrant Alliance! At the same time, make Waldo pay a painful price!"

"Agreed!"

The other five level three trialists were naturally infuriated and wanted to save face. As they spoke, they frequently glanced at Alfred, wanting to see his reaction.

It was simple; among this group, Alfred was the true decision-maker. Regardless of the discussion’s outcome, it required Alfred’s approval.