Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1144 787: Lanci Listens Intently to the Wailing of the Blood Clan_5

Lanci took a deep breath, surveying the crowd of Huo Ning Empire people passing by.

"Honning People!"

Standing on the street, Lanci called out powerfully, garnering the attention of those around him, as if he were posing the ultimate question,

"What would you do if I tried to exterminate the Blood Clan completely?"

He raised this question loudly to the people.

Pedestrians in the streets and customers in front of shops abruptly stopped all their activities.

Suddenly, as if on cue, they turned around in unison, stomping heavily, all eyes focusing in his direction.

"Then you are our enemy!"

The residents of Saint Trier's faces, previously calm, suddenly warped into fierce and ferocious expressions, glaring at Lanci with anger.

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

Lanci laughed out loud, relieved.

On the daytime streets of Saint Trier, Lanci was the only figure out of sync with the surrounding crowd, stared at with hostility, potentially about to be swarmed, yet he stood alone in his place, laughing.

"Lanci, can you hear me talking?"

Talia's voice rang in Lanci's ear.

In the last simulation, it was at this moment that Lanci's Spiritual Fissure acted up, and he couldn't hear her speak. His heart was sad and grieving, but he laughed uncontrollably.

"I can hear you."

Lanci's bright voice clearly responded to Talia.

"Thank goodness."

Talia's mind eased.

Seeing that Lanci was genuinely happy, rather than going through hardship, she felt that his spirit had improved.

She was certain that this time Lanci hadn't triggered the Spiritual Fissure, and he was even more optimistic.

The angered crowd boiled like a pot of water, unable to help themselves as they surged toward him.

"Retract your erroneous statement!"

Leading them was a young man in formal attire, roaring with protruding veins on his hands like a raging beast, his eyes shooting flames of hatred, intent on delivering a fatal blow to Lanci.

"Don't be angry."

Lanci's laughter subsided, his expression still amiable.

He simply curled his lips and with a lift of his hand, swiftly slapped out a palm.

With a loud "smack," deafening, the young man was sent flying like a baseball, getting farther and farther away in the air, turning into a star and disappearing into the sky.

The crowd was stunned into silence, their eyes wide with astonishment.

It appeared he used a fairytale-like humiliating effect Wind Magic spell, slapping someone to who knows where without much harm, not killing or maiming the person with the slap.

"Apologize! Apologize to the Blood Clan now!"

But they didn't have time to wonder what order of Mage could produce such an effect with their magic. Anger quickly overcame shock, and more than a dozen townspeople, their eyes red, rushed forward, swearing loudly, resolved to tear the man who insulted the Blood Clan to pieces.

Another slap, another one sent flying.

"There are so many loyal Blood Clan offspring."

Lanci's expression unchanged, still composed.

He stood upright in the raging human wave, his palm moving smoothly like drifting clouds flowing water, every person who approached him slapped away, becoming a star on the horizon.

In a blink of an eye, hundreds had vanished.

What remained were people mad with frenzy, bellowing as they somehow surged from all directions onto the street, moving towards Lanci like a flood submerging his figure.

"Since you commit violence in broad daylight, then I guess it's okay for me to defend myself under legitimate defense."

Lanci's hand swept through the air, the Magic Power in its wake causing individual Capital residents to rise into the sky, tumbling wildly mid-air.

The entire town's inhabitants rose like dead leaves against the sky.

His palms drove the clouds, altering the appearance of the sky, with power piercing through the clouds being the unique essence of wind, the breeze gently wafting across the land, every single person in the town tossed around in this gale, sparing no one!

Eventually, everyone was sent flying!

"Dammit, Lanci, did you really do it?"

Talia watched the appalling scene of the entire town's population being flung away.

She never imagined that gentile and amiable Lanci would do such a thing.

By himself, sending the motherfucking whole world flying!

"Now the Capital is peaceful."

Lanci, with a silver-white mask in hand, contentedly said on the desolate North Shore of Capital Saint Trier.

The streets were empty, with only Lanci standing alone in the center.

"Why do you always have an obsession with Wind Magic?"

Talia did not understand why despite taking Lankros's name, Lanci still, like in the present world, favored using Wind Magic.

She thought Lanci was rather merciful.

The noise from the upcoming battle might be immense.

These people on the surface might all be affected.

And once the Blood Clan grows hungry, they will all turn into blood packs.

Sending all the Capital's residents flying away, preventing them from approaching the Capital again, later they won't be sucked dry like treats by the Blood Clan.

It's just that even though Lankros's body is clearly more adept at psychic or Telekinesis magic, Lanci still chooses to use wind to send people flying.

"Every time I call upon the gods, I'm just curious what it would be like to wield true Eighth-order level Wind Magic."

Lanci evaluated it as if he had successfully experienced Ninth-order level power.

"Are you a child..."

Talia pondered Lanci's thought process, seeing no difference between it and indulging a childhood wish.

But then she thought if Lanci were a child of a few years old, it might be somewhat cute; she might satisfy his desires like a mother would.

Forget it; she shouldn't think like that, it feels a bit criminal.

Suddenly, Lanci seemed to be locked in by several magical forces.

Visit freewebnoveℓ.com for the best novel reading exp𝒆rience.

Just a moment ago, as soon as he demonstrated his Magic Power, like last time, he was detected by the Ancestor of the Blood Clan beneath Saint Trier, realizing the Saint Polante Pope had arrived.