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The wind in the wilderness carries coarse sand and dust, which feels like fine sandpaper on your face.

Each time the earth dragon's four hooves landed, they would leave a shallow pit in the cracked ground.

Its enormous body raced at a speed disproportionate to its size, leaving the scenery far behind.

Lin Feng sat on the dragon's back, his body as steady as a mountain, letting the wind blow his clothes.

High in the sky, the raven's silhouette became a small black dot, its sharp vision covering a wider area, acting as a top-notch scout.

An hour later.

The earth dragon's speed gradually decreased.

A faint chill began to seep into the surrounding air, dispelling the heat of the wasteland.

Lin Feng looked up.

Not far ahead, the terrain suddenly drops, forming a narrow and deep rift valley.

The entrance to the rift valley is like a gaping maw ready to devour anyone, pitch black.

Wisps of white, chilly air escaped from within, condensing into a thin layer of frost at the valley entrance.

Dark Nether Cold Iron Water.

The coordinates point to this place.

The earth dragon stopped a hundred meters away from the entrance of the rift valley, pawing its hooves uneasily and exhaling two thick plumes of white breath from its nostrils.

It instinctively sensed the danger lurking ahead.

Lin Feng dismounted from the dragon and gently patted its neck, signaling it to calm down.

He didn't rush to get closer.

He simply stood there and slowly closed his eyes.

next second.

An immense, indescribable sixth-grade spiritual power, like a flood bursting its banks, silently spread outwards from him in all directions.

A three-dimensional world with a radius of five kilometers was instantly constructed in his mind.

The shapes of the sand grains, the direction of the wind, the trajectory of every dust particle in the air—everything was presented in his consciousness with a clarity that surpassed even the visual senses, down to the smallest detail.

On the map constructed by mental energy, three high-energy reaction points lit up first.

These are excellent vantage points located to the left, right, and directly above the entrance to the rift valley.

The mental "perspective" instantly zooms in.

Three gun barrels were clearly visible beneath the camouflage netting disguised as rocks and sand.

The cannon was entirely black, with intricate spiritual patterns engraved on it, and a dazzling ball of energy condensed at the muzzle.

Large military psionic cannon.

The aiming angles of the three cannons were precisely locked onto an area of ​​less than ten square meters at the entrance to the rift valley.

If any living being steps into that area, it will be met with a saturation bombardment powerful enough to level a small hill.

This is the first layer of the trap.

Simple, crude, and unreasonable.

Lin Feng's consciousness did not pause for a moment, continuing to penetrate downwards.

The mental energy pierced through the thick rock layers and entered the deep underground rift.

What hit them was an even more biting chill.

At the end of the rift valley, a huge underground cave suddenly opened up, and in the center of the cave was a cold pool emitting a ghostly blue light.

The Xuanming Cold Iron Water is right there.

But the shadows surrounding the pool were far from calm.

Six faint but extremely concentrated wisps of qi and blood were burning quietly.

They almost blended into the surrounding shadows, their breathing becoming so long it was nearly still, their heartbeats suppressed to the lowest possible frequency.

Any mentalist's scan would easily dismiss them as background noise.

The Martial Saint.

Six.

Highly trained assassins, born for assassination.

They lay in ambush at six of the most suitable locations inside the cave for launching a surprise attack, forming a perfect crossfire network.

If the psionic cannon bombardment fails, they will instantly launch a devastating close-quarters attack as soon as the target enters the cave.

This is the second layer of the trap.

Insidious and deadly.

However, Lin Feng's spiritual power saw something even deeper.

Within the entire underground cavern, surrounded by the six martial saint assassins and three psionic cannons, an invisible net enveloped everything.

Dozens of hidden spirit rune nodes are embedded in the cave walls, floor, and even the dome.

They are connected by energy threads invisible to the naked eye, forming a vast and intricate array.

The energy fluctuations of the formation are very special; they do not target the physical body and do not produce explosions.

All its power is directed towards a single level of spirit.

Mental Blockade Array!

Once activated, this formation will instantly create a mental vacuum area, forcibly suppressing, interfering with, and even disrupting the mental power of all mentalists within the area.

Throwing knives can go out of control, and psychic power can dissipate.

The most prized attack methods of mentalists will be completely rendered useless here.

This is the real killing move, a plan tailor-made to eliminate any potential threat to him, a "spiritual master".

Lin Feng's mental energy followed the energy flow of the formation, tracing its path all the way.

Soon, he observed the core of this massive formation.

Behind a huge rock not far from the cold pool, a figure sat cross-legged.

His presence was completely undisguised, like a torch in the night.

His hands were pressed on the core node of the formation, personally overseeing the operation of this inescapable net.

Characteristics of Qi and Blood, fluctuations in mental state...

Lin Feng didn't even need to see his face clearly.

Qian Weiguo.

A three-tiered, interconnected trap.

First, use psionic heavy artillery for a blanket bombardment, forcing the target to hide in the only entrance.

Then, six martial arts assassins surrounded and killed them inside the cave.

Finally, Qian Weiguo personally presided over the mental blockade formation, completely severing any possibility of resistance from the mentalist.

Perfect.

It is invincible against any Martial Saint, or even those long-established powerhouses in the military region.

Anyone who dares to step in will only face certain death.

pity.

They miscalculated one thing.

Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes, and sunlight once again entered his vision.

He looked at the deep, dark entrance to the rift valley ahead as if he were looking at a sieve riddled with holes.

A very soft chuckle escaped from his lips.

He turned around, raised his hand, and patted the earth dragon's scale-covered head with a leisurely gesture.

"It's our turn."

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