Chapter 119: Eternal Light

Ye Feng released his consciousness, sweeping everything within a five-hundred-pace radius into his mind. Along the way, he had already sensed several experts from the Holy Land.

Mist hung thick throughout the forest, and Ye Feng deliberately chose paths to circumvent them, lest he reveal his tracks.

Stopping and starting, after two hours, Ye Feng finally arrived near the entrance to the ruins. As expected, most of the Holy Land’s experts had gone out to track their quarry, leaving fewer than ten men behind to stand guard.

Ye Feng waved his hand, signaling his group to lie low. He looked up at the gloomy sky and let out a low chuckle. Heaven was truly on his side; it had begun to drizzle, and the mist in the woods showed no sign of dissipating.

Though the rain was light, it would undoubtedly pose a significant obstacle to the enemy’s search, buying maximum time before the others returned.

The mountain forest at dawn felt exceptionally chilling. From the distance came the occasional roar of unidentified spirit beasts, while the rain pattered against the leaves with a rustling sound.

Soon, the rain intensified. The drizzle turned into a torrential downpour, shrouding the world in a veil of water and turning the entire forest into a watery realm.

Ye Feng lay quietly in the dense thicket, waiting for the right moment—waiting for the guards to lower their guard so he could deliver a fatal strike.

With the relentless rain and heavy clouds, the sky over the forest was as dim as the dead of night.

"We cannot delay any longer. I fear what might happen if we wait and those who went out suddenly return," Xiao Ye whispered, crouching down beside Ye Feng.

Hearing this, Ye Feng turned to look back. When he saw the slightly youthful faces of his brothers behind him, he shook his head firmly.

"I brought them into this, and I must do my utmost to ensure they survive. You know as well as I do that those men ahead are experts among experts. Only when they are off guard can we succeed in one blow and keep our casualties to a minimum."

Ye Feng’s persistence left Xiao Ye feeling both helpless and relieved. That he could put the safety of his brothers above all else proved that Xiao Ye’s choice had been the right one.

An hour later, the men guarding the entrance seemed hungry, and they dispatched two of their number into the woods to hunt for game.

"The opportunity is here!" Seeing this, Ye Feng slipped through the thorns like a demonic shadow, closing in on another part of the forest.

Although his killing intent was suppressed, an indescribable, suffocating pressure began to permeate the woods.

Ye Feng held a broken blade in his right hand, ignoring the rain soaking his body, and moved silently into the section of the forest where the two men had gone.

The rain poured down, and the two hunters had no idea that the god of death was closing in.

Ye Feng retracted his aura completely, striving to keep his mind empty. Though his heart held the intent to kill, not a sliver of killing intent leaked out.

"Do you think something really happened to Te Lan and the others?" the two men asked, completely off guard. They could never have imagined that Ye Feng, whom they had been hunting, would take the initiative to strike back.

"Impossible! No matter how capable Ye Feng is, he is only one man. Even with those dozens of trash from the Tianwu Empire, they could never defeat Brother Te Lan and the others. The Spirit Emperor level is a realm those bumpkins can only look up to!" The other man scoffed, dismissive. In his understanding, the Spirit Emperor level was a realm capable of crushing a Spirit King.

*Swish.*

In the dim void, a golden blade-light flickered silently. Blood sprayed as the heads of the two men, both infinitely close to the Spirit Emperor level, tumbled to the ground.

Having succeeded, Ye Feng retreated as silently as a ghost, returning to where his men were hiding.

"Xiao Ye, come with me. We’ll impersonate them and get close," Ye Feng ordered quickly upon returning to the group. "When we appear, you all create a diversion to draw their attention. The moment I strike, you must rush out immediately. Whether it’s swarming them or launching a sneak attack, use any dirty trick you have. My only requirement is that the battle must be resolved within a quarter of an hour."

The rain poured down, and lightning streaked through the high sky. On this thunderous morning, the members of the Heaven King Alliance embarked on the battle that would make them famous across the entire continent.

As planned, Ye Feng and Xiao Ye donned the garments of the two Holy Land experts and appeared before the group, carrying two wild boars and chatting as if nothing were amiss.

"Why were you gone so long? Hurry and bring those over, we’re starving," someone called out.

Ye Feng looked up slightly. Thirty or forty meters ahead lay a flat clearing. Behind it, a shimmering, light-purple sealed space gate, three or four meters high, stood clearly in his sight.

*Snap.*

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the nearby woods—someone had slipped and snapped a branch.

"Who’s there?"

"Who’s there?"

Two roars erupted simultaneously, and two figures surged out from the ruins' entrance.

*Crack.*

A deafening boom shook the air. A bolt of lightning tore across the sky, clearly illuminating every inch of the forest.

The Holy Land expert standing closest to Ye Feng finally saw their faces, and saw the broken blade still dripping blood in Ye Feng’s hand.

"He... he is Ye..."

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Spiritual power surged, and two agonized cries rang out. In an instant, Ye Feng and Xiao Ye each struck down the stunned Holy Land experts.

Almost at the same moment those two voices sounded, the other two who had entered the forest to investigate met their end.

As they had stepped into the woods, they were instantly overwhelmed by over forty pre-prepared heavy blows.

As the saying goes, even a master can be beaten to death by a random flurry of fists.

So what if they were Spirit Emperors? A full-force surprise attack from over forty Spirit King experts would force even the most talented Spirit Emperor to drink the bitter cup of defeat.

"Kill!"

Figures surged rapidly from the dense forest. Looking at the forty-plus men surging with spiritual power and murderous intent, the three remaining Holy Land experts felt a heavy aura of death wash over them.

In that moment, all three felt a tremor originating from their very souls. When their side had first arrived, there were over ninety experts; now, they were the ones being outnumbered.

Without further ado, the moment they burst from the forest, the murderous members of the Heaven King Alliance unleashed every spiritual technique they had upon the trio.

*Boom, boom, boom, boom...*

Spiritual power raged, mud and gravel flew, and the ground was cratered in an instant.

*Swish.*

Amidst the deafening explosions of spiritual techniques, a figure soared into the sky like a specter.

"The Ye family, truly lives up to its reputation. However, you forgot one thing: in the face of absolute strength, even the best schemes appear pale and powerless."

*Swish.*

A bright, long sword was drawn, and a ray of eternal white light sliced through the void, slashing down toward the crowd below.

There was no leakage of spiritual power—only a light of extreme brilliance, an eternal light...

"This is bad, retreat..."