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"Stop him!" came a cry from the top of the cliff.

Several assassins in black abandoned their bows and arrows, drew their scimitars, and swooped down from the top of the cliff, heading straight for Lin Feng!

Lin Feng was in mid-air with nowhere to grab his footing, and he was about to be engulfed by the blade light! A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he did not dodge or evade. His Broken Mountain Blade drew a tragic arc and met the two who rushed towards him first!

"Clang! Snap!"

Blades flashed, blood splattered! Two assassins screamed as they fell. Lin Feng was also forced to fall by the recoil, but he suddenly reached out with his other hand, his five fingers like hooks, and dug them into the cracks in the cliff face, forcefully stopping his fall. At the same time, he kicked a loose rock, sending it crashing down on another assassin.

In that split second, shouts of battle erupted from the left cliff face! Bai Xiaohe's twenty elite soldiers, using grappling hooks and nimble movements, had successfully scaled the cliff top and stormed into the archers' position from the flank and rear! Instantly, chaos erupted on the cliff top!

"Good!" Lin Feng's spirits soared, and he pushed off with his feet, climbing upwards once more. Without the suppression of the crossbows, the pressure on the Duan Yue Guards charging head-on was greatly reduced. They roared as they passed through the most dangerous part of the ravine and began to attack from below.

The battle instantly turned into a chaotic melee. Although these "Crimson Abyss" assassins were fierce and brave, they were quickly at a disadvantage against the battle-hardened elite border troops under Lin Feng's command, especially Lin Feng and Bai Xiaohe, the two sharp blades. Lin Feng's blade was almost unstoppable, each strike taking a life, leaving limbs and severed bodies flying everywhere.

Bai Xiaohe's swordsmanship was agile and ruthless, targeting vital points. Working with the Duan Yue Guards who had climbed up, she quickly cleared out the archers on the cliff top.

The battle ended in less than fifteen minutes. Dozens of the black-clad assassins lay scattered on the cliff top, none alive.

Duan Yuewei also suffered more than ten casualties, three of whom died in battle.

"Examine the body and see if there are any clues," Lin Feng said in a deep voice, wiping the blood from his face.

He felt little joy; this was merely a pawn sent by "Red Abyss" to obstruct and buy time. The main force of King Lin had probably already taken advantage of their predicament to escape far away.

"Guards, these people have nothing on them except weapons and masks. The masks are all the same style, so they're indistinguishable. However," a Duan Yue Guard pulled a small, palm-sized, black token—neither gold nor wood—from the body of a corpse and handed it to Lin Feng, "we found it on this minor leader."

The token felt cold to the touch. The front was engraved with a ferocious beast head. Unlike the "Ghost Hand" token, this beast head looked more like a snarling wolf. The back was engraved with an ancient seal character: "Hunting".

There seems to be a hierarchy and division of labor within "Crimson Abyss". This "Hunter" token is clearly the mark of an assassin. "Earthfire" is a liaison officer or someone of higher rank, and this "Hunter" is the claw that carries out the mission.

"It seems that 'Crimson Abyss' is going to use elite assassins to intercept us in order to protect Prince Lin and that shipment of supplies." Bai Xiaohe walked over. "The more they go to such lengths, the more it proves the importance of Prince Lin and that shipment, and it also proves that we're on the right track."

"Not bad." Lin Feng put away the token and looked northwest, where the mountains stretched endlessly. "They can't have gone far. Clean up the battlefield, gather the fallen comrades, and leave two of the seriously wounded to care for them until Chen Heng joins them and they are sent back. The rest of you, mount your horses and continue the pursuit!"

The sound of horses' hooves rang out again.

The bloody battle at Eagle's Beak Gorge delayed them for about half an hour. When Lin Feng led his team out of the ravine, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a relatively flat hilly area. The official road still stretched forward, but more rugged paths and dense forests appeared on both sides.

Soon, Chen Heng and his thirty men caught up. They chased for ten miles along the western road, but found only a few piles of ordinary clothes and scattered copper coins that had been hastily discarded. It was obviously a feint, so they immediately turned back.

"Commander, that old fox Prince Lin is full of deception. The ambush at Eagle's Beak Gorge seems to have been prepared in advance, specifically to hinder the pursuers and buy time," Chen Heng reported.

"Hmm. They knew we would come after them, and they also knew that Eagle Beak Gorge was a dangerous place they had to pass through. This ambush was probably a backup plan that 'Red Abyss' had arranged long ago, and they may not have been traveling with King Lin," Lin Feng analyzed.

"King Lin's goal is to escape to Fulong Ridge, to join forces with 'Crimson Abyss' or the Crimson Feather Tribe, or even to go directly to the 'Dragon Fall Valley.' We must intercept them before they arrive."

He glanced at the sky; the sun was nearing its zenith. "Speed ​​up!"

The team sped up again, leaving Yingzuijian behind.

But the journey ahead became increasingly difficult to follow. The tracks of carriages and horses on the official road grew more numerous, mixed with the marks of ordinary travelers, making them difficult to distinguish. The scouts had to dismount and carefully examine the subtle traces in the roadside grass and mud, slowing their progress.

It wasn't until the afternoon that an experienced scout discovered something unusual at the foot of a hillside partially covered by bushes beside the official road—there was fresh horse manure there, in considerable quantity, but hastily covered with loose soil and withered leaves. The manure wasn't completely dry, and you could even see undigested, high-quality bean residue within it, something that ordinary travelers or caravans could hardly afford.

"It's their horses! They might have rested here briefly, or they might have had backup!" the scout exclaimed excitedly.

Lin Feng dismounted to inspect the surrounding terrain. Behind the earthen slope was a narrow path almost completely submerged in weeds, winding its way to the northwest towards the continuous mountain range, which was the outer spur of the Fulong Ridge.

"They've abandoned the main road and taken a back path." Lin Feng's eyes were sharp. "It seems the people who were supposed to meet us have arrived, and they've led us into the mountains. They're trying to use the complex mountain terrain to shake us off."

"Go into the mountains to pursue them?" Bai Xiaohe asked. Pursuing in the mountains is much more difficult and makes them more vulnerable to ambushes.

"Chase them!" Lin Feng ordered decisively. "Once they're in the mountains, they'll be carrying their families and supplies, slowing them down even further. We, on the other hand, are lightly equipped and more adept at mountain maneuvering. Order ten men to stay here to guard the horses and establish a temporary base to provide support for the rest. The rest of you, dismount, take three days' rations and essential equipment, and follow me into the mountains!"

"yes!"

The remaining elite guards of Duan Yue quickly regrouped, carrying only swords, shields, bows, crossbows, ropes, a small amount of medicine and dry rations. They abandoned their warhorses and, like agile cheetahs, followed the desolate path into the vast mountains.

Upon entering the mountains and forests, the atmosphere immediately changed. Towering ancient trees blocked out the sun, vines entwined, strange rocks were scattered, and the sounds of birds and beasts came and went. The path was intermittent.

The pursuit became slow and cautious, each step taken with trepidation, wary of any possible sneak attacks or ambushes from any direction. Lin Feng led the team in a long, unbroken line, with support from the front and rear, alternating cover, and steadily advancing.

They chased each other for about two hours. As the sun began to set, the light in the forest grew even dimmer. Ahead came the sound of flowing water; a narrow but swiftly flowing mountain stream blocked their path.

Chen Heng squatted by the stream, examining it carefully. "Sir, they just waded across here not long ago; the water hasn't dried yet. The number of people... is considerable, at least thirty or forty, and they also have mules and horses."