Lincoln Faulkner discovered that he had already been dropped off near his home by Brian Lee. After walking just a few steps, he saw three shameless guys with their arms around each other, standing by the roadside, grinning at him in an extremely lewd manner.

Before Lincoln Faulkner could go over to question them, Eli Quinn shamelessly declared, “We’ll all be protecting you for a while, but since it’s so late, we’re heading home to sleep first. We’ll fulfill our duties again tomorrow.”

Lincoln Faulkner was so stunned by Eli Quinn’s attitude that he couldn’t respond for a moment. He saw the three of them mutter a few words. Then, without knowing who did it, the door of a Jetta parked by the roadside suddenly popped open with a click. The three of them got in one after another, and Finn James immediately started the car and sped away.

Lincoln Faulkner thought for a long time, weighing the pros and cons, before suppressing his urge to call the police at 110. Witnessing criminals stealing in broad daylight and not being able to call the police to catch them felt like a serious violation of his conscience.

However, these three guys were using the bodies of his own friends. If something happened and the police came to arrest the thieves, these three clueless things would just possess someone else, leaving Isaac Wynn and the others in trouble.

“This world is really something—thieves can be so brazen, while good people have to suffer pangs of conscience. Truly, heaven’s justice is clear and the law’s net is wide!” Muttering to himself words he didn’t even fully understand, Lincoln Faulkner also headed home.

“Who’s there! Come out. No matter how well you hide, with such a strong aura, it’s impossible to completely conceal yourself.”

Just after parting ways with Lincoln Faulkner, Brian Lee sensed someone tailing him. He calmly spoke to the person behind him, trying to force the other party to reveal themselves. But to Brian Lee’s surprise, the power of the newcomer was such that he couldn’t see through them. As a demon who had cultivated for over ten thousand years, Brian Lee was certain that there were only a handful of “people” on Earth stronger than him.

“Unfortunately, in all the information I’ve come across, you’ve never appeared. But regardless, since you’ve interfered in this matter, you must die.”

A strange barrier spread out, and as Brian Lee released a bit of his demonic power, he quickly realized it was a type of teleportation array. Its nature was similar to the spell he used to send Lincoln Faulkner home, but the effect was the same.

The environment changed in an instant. When Brian Lee looked around again, he found himself surrounded by the vast ocean.

“Over three thousand kilometers, huh? This guy is really something!”

According to the map, the nearest coastline to this city was at least 2,700 or 2,800 kilometers away. Brian Lee immediately judged that his opponent was no ordinary foe.

Although Brian Lee was surprised by the other’s strength, he was still very confident in himself. Battles between non-humans rarely took place in cities. Instead, all sorts of deserted and desolate places had become the favorite arenas for duels. Among them, deserts and oceans were the most suitable locations.

“Stop playing these boring tricks and just come out already!”

With a casual flick of his hand, Brian Lee sent out a line of ice that pierced through the rolling blue waves—he had already pinpointed the enemy’s hiding spot, deep beneath the sea at his feet.

Boom!

A thunderous roar erupted as a massive wave shot up from the seabed. The surging waves towered higher than skyscrapers. Clearly, the hidden enemy had clashed with the ice line sent by Brian Lee and suffered a significant loss.

“To be able to stir up such a huge wave, this guy must be a water-dwelling demon. I just don’t know what kind.” Although Brian Lee had already guessed the other’s identity, he also knew that aquatic demons could unleash ten times their power in the ocean compared to on land. However, his true form was a ten-thousand-year-old ice spider, naturally able to restrain all aquatic creatures.

The ocean’s recent climate had been decent. Although it couldn’t be called mirror-calm, the waves had been relatively gentle. But in the blink of an eye, the sea beneath Brian Lee changed—a raging waterspout shot up into the sky, bearing down on him.

Whether as a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy, or in his true form as a ten-thousand-year-old ice spider, Brian Lee was not a large being. Compared to this gigantic waterspout—far surpassing any tornado in human history—the difference in scale was simply staggering. Against the backdrop of a waterspout over ten kilometers tall, Brian Lee was so tiny he was almost negligible.

“My power is to stir the waves, and my name is—William White. If you die by my hand, remember to report to King Yama, so I can collect my commission from him later.”

Brian Lee replied coolly, “Big talk for a brat. Did you forget to brush your teeth this morning?” He had been secluded on Mount Everest for too long and hadn’t been among humans for very long. As a demon, Brian Lee’s information was seriously outdated.

The International Demon League, officially known as the International Monster Alliance, didn’t necessarily include every demon in the world, but at least forty or fifty percent of the world’s demons were registered with it. Its strength and the sheer number of its members made it the top association among all non-human groups, even stronger than the combined might of the three major human superpower organizations.

The International Demon League was most famous not for its power, but for its various rankings and the technical standards published annually by its affiliated International Monster Research Institute.

This year, the name William White had really made a splash.