The Plague Doctor paid no attention to Lv Bai’s situation, continuing to move toward the crowd with an elegant, slow gait.

As more and more people contracted the strange plague, despite their immense terror, survival instincts drove them to flee in the opposite direction of the Plague Doctor.

But more people did not flee.

It wasn’t that they weren’t afraid, but because they knew about the Plague Doctor’s information.

This intel was confirmed by the action department at the cost of terrible casualties.

Seeing the Plague Doctor meant you were already infected, it was only a matter of time before the disease activated.

The only reason they hadn’t decayed like those near the Plague Doctor was that the disease was still in its incubation period.

Running at this time would only spread the plague to more people.

That was meaningless.

Rather than clinging to a painful end, it was better to hope that the "Guardian God" could protect them from this bizarre threat.

However, strictly speaking, it was hard to say the public had much hope in this; it was more like trying to grasp at a fragile straw while drowning.

The scene encompassed thousands of people crammed onto the streets, looking expectantly at Lv Bai seated on the armored vehicle.

To be honest, Lv Bai considered himself emotionally stable.

But it was hard not to be moved when so many people gazed at him with tearful hope.

Worth mentioning, despite the large crowd, the scene was much quieter than imagined.

Beside the armored vehicle, Observer Chen’s recording equipment faithfully documented everything.

In stark contrast to the silent scene, the livestream’s bullet comments reached a frenzy, hitting an all-time peak since the broadcast began.

Billions of people were commenting, trying to vent their immeasurable negative emotions.

"It’s over."

"Who on earth caused this, bringing the Plague Doctor here?!"

"Master Lv... is there nothing that can be done?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Hahaha, I knew it, all this Guardian God talk is a scam, humanity will eventually be wiped out by the bizarre."

"People of Keshan City, please stay safe."

"(Hands together emoji)"

"(Hands together emoji)"

...

"Master Lv, will this work?"

Captain Mao held a quaint porcelain bowl, quickly asking.

Lv Bai, engaged in spellcasting, didn’t respond verbally, merely nodding to signal him to continue setting up.

Compared to the complicated rituals of the orthodox Daoist Sect, the Deathmatch System’s Maoshan Daoist Skill was much simplified.

Because of this, it wasn’t too difficult for Captain Mao to help set up.

He first took a foldable small table from a large suitcase to act as an incense table, then took out ink, cinnabar, and a brush from a yellow cloth bag.

No time to admire the bowl’s delicacy, he placed it on the incense table, poured in ink and cinnabar, and mixed them with the brush.

Next, he took out another almost identical porcelain bowl, filling it about one-third with glutinous rice before stopping.

Finally, he spread a mat, placed three incense sticks, and four sheets of yellow paper.

After doing all this, Captain Mao stepped back, sweating profusely.

He didn’t know what purpose all this served, and the situation inevitably put immense psychological pressure on him.

Lv Bai wasted no time, finishing his spellcasting and sitting down in front of the incense table.

He lit the three incense sticks and inserted them into the rice-filled bowl, seemingly casually burning three sheets of yellow paper and tracing on the ground with his right middle finger while silently reciting a chant.

Upon finishing, he picked up the last sheet of yellow paper between his index and middle fingers and tossed it into the air.

The yellow paper, as if possessed, floated above the incense table.

Lv Bai paused, then dipped his fingers into the porcelain bowl with cinnabar and ink, lightly touching it like a dragonfly skimming water.

Facing the floating yellow paper, he painted in the air, a faint golden light appearing at his fingertips, moving up and down.

The movements were seamless, and in an instant, a complex symbol appeared on the yellow paper.

With the fall of the brush, gods and demons were startled!

In no time, the yellow paper shone with golden light, radiating a warm glow, the scent of sandalwood permeating the air.

The sight inexplicably calmed the spectators, sweeping away the dread and panic brought by the Plague Doctor’s appearance.

Many were stunned, some even kneeling, loudly praying for Master Lv’s blessing.

Lv Bai remained focused, chanting, "Imperial Decree, bright and glorious, the sun rises in the east, I bestow this talisman to sweep away all evil, the mouth speaks of mountain fire, the talisman captures the light, warriors across the sky..."

Upon completion, he pointed toward the distant Plague Doctor.

Visually, the talisman seemed to enlarge abruptly, enveloping the Plague Doctor.

Buzz~

It was as if some force struck a great bell, resonant and shocking.

The crowd was in uproar, such a transcendent display instilled confidence in everyone present.

Regrettably, the expected scene of the Plague Doctor being subdued did not occur.

The talisman descended above the Plague Doctor, only to linger briefly before suddenly exploding.

The Plague Doctor acted as if nothing had happened, holding a lantern in one hand while patting his seemingly wax-dipped black trench coat with the other.

"Interesting, can you try again? Oh, I swear, this actually made me somewhat uncomfortable."

They had witnessed Lv Bai preparing for so long, only for the effort to merely scratch the Plague Doctor’s itch.

With the Plague Doctor’s exaggerated reaction, the crowd’s fleeting hope plummeted rapidly.

Despair, deep despair, crawled into every person’s heart like a maggot gnawing at bones.

Lv Bai, however, didn’t feel too disappointed about this outcome.

With past failures in mind, he was somewhat prepared for the Maoshan Daoist Skills’ ineffectiveness against the Plague Doctor.

"Let’s try this, then."

Lv Bai bent down, retrieving another sheet of yellow paper from the yellow cloth bag, repeating the process.

Of course, those observant would notice.

This time, the symbol-drawing process took slightly longer than before.

"Thunder and virtue of heaven and earth, all laws tremble, I, invoking the Maoshan Patriarch’s Imperial Decree, respectfully invite San Mao True Monarch to descend, with the talisman as proof and incense as guide, strike with thunder, swiftly bombard..."

Lv Bai hesitated for a moment, then bent down to bite his fingertip, squeezing a drop of blood onto the floating talisman.

He exhaled deeply, pointing toward the distant Plague Doctor: "...Hasten like a law’s decree."