With a low, raspy laugh, Luo He's pupils constricted.

The laughter was filled with mockery and came from another old man draped in a grey cloak. The old man held a candelabra in his hand, hidden beneath his sleeves. A white candle burned faintly, emitting a ghastly green light.

The candlelight was like a bean, the flame pressed extremely low as if blown by the wind, yet stubbornly refusing to extinguish. As the old man passed, the surrounding space changed.

To be precise, darkness enveloped an area of about three or four meters around the candelabra. The space here became twisted, even possessing a strange viscosity. Eerie roars echoed from the darkness from time to time, as if otherworldly beasts were hidden within.

If everyone still held a glimmer of hope when they saw the Judicator, the appearance of the candle-bearing old man completely shattered that hope.

The aura emanating from the old man told them that he was a powerhouse no less formidable than the Judicator.

"The Candle Bearer…" someone screamed, losing their voice, "He's the Candle Bearer!"

The name was somewhat unfamiliar, but those who could stand here were not ordinary people. After a moment's recollection, they recalled a legend about the Night Watch.

Rumor had it that deep beneath the Night Watch headquarters was a mysterious confessional, and few were qualified to go there, so much so that many who had joined the Night Watch for years thought it was just a legend.

And the master of this confessional was called the Candle Bearer.

It was said that every Night Watch member who was about to be completely corrupted would be sent there to receive their final confession. After the ritual, the Candle Bearer would light the candle in his hand, collect their souls, and take them to another world.

Over time, the dark and deep corridor leading to the confessional was lined with black-and-white portraits of the deceased.

"Bang."

"Bang, bang."

Several gunshots interrupted everyone's thoughts. Officer Wu fired several shots at the so-called Candle Bearer. A strange scene appeared: the bullets disappeared into the darkness beside the Candle Bearer, as if they were absorbed.

The Candle Bearer completely ignored them. A pair of grey eyes, hidden beneath his cloak, stared intently at Luo He and Fu Fu beside him. "It was worth this old man's trip. I've caught so many big fish in one net." His sinister laughter sent chills down their spines.

He also saw that Luo He was injured and would naturally not give him a chance to recover. The darkness around him churned like mist, and in the next second, it surged towards Luo He.

And he, holding the candelabra, disappeared into the black mist.

Luo He immediately pushed Fu Fu away. The ghastly green candlelight exploded on Luo He's body, and the black book in his hand slowly opened. Azure light shone from the book, intertwining with the black mist. Luo He did his best, and for a time, it was difficult to determine the victor.

However…

A gust of wind came from behind. Luo He's eyes twitched violently. The Judicator, holding a huge cross, charged towards Fu Fu. He would not miss such an opportunity.

Fu Fu was already seriously injured. How could she be a match for the Judicator? She was forced back with every blow. Just as she was about to have her head smashed by the cross, a figure arrived and hugged her. But the price was that Luo He's right shoulder was shattered by the cross.

Luo He flung Fu Fu towards Officer Wu and the others, then used his only remaining left hand to grab the Judicator's throat. "You have judged so many unclean people, today, it's your turn to pay your debts!" Azure flames ignited on Luo He's body, instantly engulfing both Luo He and the Judicator. Even more terrifying, the flames were extremely cold, and the scorched areas were gradually covered by a layer of frost.

Luo He had done everything he could. Now, he wanted to drag the Judicator down to hell with him.

"Ah… Aaaah…!!" No one knew what they were facing at this moment, but judging from the Judicator's painful wails, they knew how terrifying the strange blue flames were.

The Judicator struggled and punched Luo He repeatedly, causing the latter to vomit blood continuously, but he didn't let go. "Old ghost, save me!!" The Judicator completely disregarded his dignity and cried for help. After all, saving his life was important. He could feel that the man opposite him was determined to drag him down to death, and most importantly, he could actually do it!

"Stop him!"

Someone shouted, and the disciples standing beside Officer Wu attacked at the same time. Knowing that it was a desperate fight, everyone burst out with astonishing combat power, and the scene instantly spun out of control.

The Candle Bearer was also entangled by many people for a time, unable to rescue the Judicator. After snapping one person's neck, the Candle Bearer suddenly looked in one direction and shouted, "Are you still not going to attack!"

Just as the azure flames were about to completely engulf Luo He and the Judicator, a black shadow appeared behind Luo He without anyone noticing, and directly inserted a dagger into his back.

Then, the blue flames lost control and extinguished in an instant. But the shadow's attack continued. He threw Luo He backwards, then appeared in front of Luo He, braced against his shoulder, and propelled him forward at a rapid pace, constantly attacking his chest with the dagger. Streaks of blood splattered out, until the last stab, piercing through his heart, pinning Luo He to a tree.

The shadow's attack was swift and powerful, and the timing was perfect. Only then did everyone see that this was a person wearing black clothes and a mask.

Slowly releasing his hand holding the knife, the masked man slowly retreated, looking at the masterpiece before him as if it were a trophy. The azure eyes of Luo He lost their former brilliance. He wanted to completely open his door and fulfill his last wish of dragging the Judicator down with him, but it was terminated.

"Damn it!" The Judicator clenched his fists, shattering the ice covering his arm. If he wasn't too badly injured, he would have killed this guy who made him lose face with his own hands.

But now he didn't need to. Because Luo He was about to die.

Luo He's gradually dissipating eyes looked at the masked man, his mouth slightly open, as if he still had questions to ask, but his throat was full of blood, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

The masked man turned and left. A black book fell to the ground, the pages fluttering in the wind, revealing a photo tucked inside.

The masked man's next step was about to step on the photo, but he stopped. After a moment, he changed legs, bypassed the photo and the book, and walked in another direction.

Luo He lost consciousness.

With Luo He nailed to the tree and Fu Fu unconscious, the battle was actually over.

As for the newly appeared masked man, the remaining people didn't feel much about it. Today, they had seen too many legendary figures. One more didn't seem to matter, anyway, the result was the same.

"Next, it's your turn!"

The Judicator turned his head, his face twisted. He was very angry now and needed to kill people, kill many people, to calm his anger.