Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

Xuan Yan had barely recovered from extreme shock when he saw the trajectory of the deadly blade that was already upon him!

He didn't even have time to make a complete blocking or dodging move. He relied on his instincts honed through years of hard training and life-or-death battles to frantically pour all the remaining true energy in his body into the metal arm guard in his hand. At the same time, he subconsciously used his left hand, which was holding the "Earth Vein Flame Marrow," to block his vital points in front of him. Subconsciously, he seemed to still regard this strange crystal as some kind of talisman or last resort.

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade slicing through flesh and severing bones was exceptionally clear, and exceptionally... deadly, against the backdrop of clamor and chaos.

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched and frozen at this moment.

The expression on Xuan Yan's face, a mixture of horror, confusion, resentment, and a hint of the most primal fear of death that finally surfaced, suddenly froze. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.

The dark, cold blade of the Broken Mountain Blade had already deeply penetrated his left chest. The tip of the blade emerged through his back, leaving a trail of eerie blood.

His left hand, which he had been using to shield himself, along with the crimson "Earth Vein Flame Marrow" crystal, had vanished without a trace—the moment the blade touched him, it was severed from his wrist by the unparalleled power and sharpness, along with several fingers! The severed hand and crystal spun in the air before falling helplessly into the deep pool below and disappearing from sight.

"Heh...heh..." Xuan Yan let out a leaky sound from his throat, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed and became unfocused.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only large gushes of foamy, dark red blood gushed out. His magnificent dark gold robe was quickly soaked through by the blood flowing from his chest, making the color even darker and more somber.

Lin Feng maintained his forward-charging slashing posture, his hands firmly gripping the hilt of the sword, his gaze coldly fixed on Xuan Yan's rapidly dying eyes.

"You... won..." Xuan Yan used his last strength to squeeze out a few indistinct syllables, glancing at Lin Feng with a complex expression. Then, the last glimmer of light in his eyes went out completely, and his head drooped limply.

The Holy Lord of "Crimson Abyss," Xuan Yan, is dead.

Lin Feng suddenly drew his sword.

Xuan Yan's corpse lost its support and collapsed to its knees, then fell forward, crashing onto the cold, rough altar stone. Blood quickly spread beneath it.

"The Holy Lord... the Holy Lord is dead!"

"Run!"

The surviving "Crimson Abyss" cultists and "Blood Wolf Guards," having experienced the shock of Xuan Yan's death, let out a terrified scream. The remaining enemies scattered like birds and beasts, crying and screaming as they rushed toward the boardwalk at the valley entrance, completely disregarding orders and trampling each other.

"Earthfire" had already been pushed off the altar by his subordinates. Seeing Xuan Yan die, his subordinates pushed him into the fleeing crowd.

Upon seeing Xuan Yan's death, Prince Lin was terrified and was carried by two trusted men as he fled desperately with the fleeing soldiers.

The new moon has passed.

Dawn is approaching.

After this battle, the Holy Lord of "Crimson Abyss" was killed, and its high-ranking priests and elite "Blood Wolf Guards" were almost entirely wiped out or scattered. Its strongholds scattered throughout the country were also wiped out one by one by the Northern Border Army and the Imperial Court. As an organized cult, it had become a mere shell of its former self and had completely disintegrated.

More importantly, the vast majority of the hundreds of mine slaves and dozens of "sacrifices" who were abducted and imprisoned by "Red Abyss" were successfully rescued from "Flame Valley" through the old tunnels thanks to Lin Feng's planning and the inside help of the Fengling sisters.

These people, who have suffered so much and been reborn, will become the most powerful witness to the destruction of "Red Abyss" and the most tangible achievement of Lin Feng's journey north.

Temporary camp.

The campfire crackled and popped, dispelling the chill of late autumn in the north. The men sat around it, silently eating their dry rations, the atmosphere heavy with tension. Even seasoned veterans were finding it difficult to calm down after a series of fierce battles.

"Commander, shall we return to Ironwall City next, or go straight back to the capital?" Chen Heng broke the silence as he tore into a piece of jerky.

Lin Feng poked at the fire with a branch. "Let's go back to Ironwall City first. Although this operation destroyed the core of 'Crimson Abyss,' King Lin and Earthfire are on the run, and there may be scattered remnants in various parts of 'Crimson Abyss' that need to be eliminated."

He paused, then looked at the wind chimes and the wind jade.

The two sisters sat a little further away, and Fengling was carefully applying ointment to a scrape on her younger sister's arm, her movements gentle. The firelight illuminated their similar yet strikingly different profiles; one was cool and serene, the other still lively and spirited, both bearing the weariness of battle and a faint sense of peace.

"The two young ladies deserve much credit for making this possible," Lin Feng said sincerely.

"Without your two infiltrating 'Flame Valley,' contacting your inside agents, and creating chaos, we would never have been able to rescue so many people, nor would we have had the opportunity to strike at the heart of the enemy. On behalf of the soldiers of the Northern Frontier and the rescued civilians, I, Lin, thank you both."

The wind chimes stopped moving, raised their heads, and said, "You flatter me, Grand Commander. It is my sister's good fortune to witness the destruction of this evil cult that plagued the world and to save the people from suffering."

Feng Jue nodded vigorously, her big eyes crinkling into a smile: "Yes, yes, when those children were rescued, although they were still scared, their eyes shone with light! And Granny Meng, Uncle Scarface, and the others, they were finally able to leave that horrible place! This was all thanks to the Grand Commander and everyone else who risked their lives!"

As she spoke, her gaze toward Lin Feng held not only admiration and gratitude, but also something else, something vague and inscrutable.

"What about Lord Feng's side..." Lin Feng pondered.

"If the Grand Commander doesn't mind, my sister and I are willing to stay in the Northern Border for the time being. Perhaps... we can be of some help." Feng Ling interjected, but her fingertips unconsciously tightened their grip on the medicine bottle. Feng Jue also immediately sat up straight, looking at Lin Feng expectantly.

Lin Feng glanced at them. These sisters possessed mysterious identities and unique abilities, and their collaboration this time had proven their value and reliability. Having them by his side would certainly be a great asset.

"The northern border is bitterly cold, and the war is not yet over. Why don't you two ladies come with me back to Ironwall City for a short rest? We can discuss your future later," Lin Feng gave a prudent answer.

"Yes, thank you, Grand Commander." Feng Ling nodded slightly. Feng Jue secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

Lin Feng then instructed Chen Heng: "Have everyone pack up. We'll depart at dawn and return to Ironwall City. The 'Falcon Battalion,' which is coming to meet us, should be arriving soon. Keep in touch along the way."

"yes!"