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The person emerged from the darkness with a casual movement.

A black cloak covered his entire body, revealing only his hands.

The fingers were long and slender, with a dark sheen at the tips, exactly the same as the fingernails of those three old men from the Hermitage.

Lin Feng's gaze fell on the spear that had pierced Qian Weiguo's temple.

The gun barrel was dark green all over, and the tip of the gun was covered with brain matter and bone fragments.

The distance of this shot was at least over 100 meters, and the accuracy was ridiculously high.

"Goodness, they were quick to silence me."

Lin Feng's voice echoed in the cave.

The cloaked figure did not answer.

He bent down and pulled the dark green spear out of Qian Weiguo's head, then shook off the blood from the tip.

Then he turned around and left.

He didn't even glance at Lin Feng.

This attitude is more infuriating than punching him.

Lin Feng snorted coldly.

With his indestructible golden body fully activated, he launched himself forward, closing the distance to within three meters in an instant.

The cloaked man reacted much faster than expected.

The butt of the gun was pushed back, pointing directly at Lin Feng's face.

Lin Feng dodged to the side and threw out his right fist.

The fist, carrying golden energy, slammed into the opponent's back.

The cloaked figure did not turn around.

His body tilted twenty degrees before the fist arrived, the force of the punch grazing his ribs and striking the rock wall.

A crater was blasted open in the rock wall.

Gravel flew everywhere.

"That's interesting."

Lin Feng withdrew his fist.

The cloaked figure finally stopped.

He turned around. The brim of his cloak was pulled low, obscuring his features.

But the voice came through, hoarse, with a metallic, scraping quality.

"You shouldn't have chased after me."

"nonsense."

Lin Feng threw another punch.

This time it's a positive one.

The cloaked man held his spear horizontally in front of him, and a layer of gray-green aura instantly lit up on the shaft.

The fist slammed into the gun barrel.

clang--!

A muffled thud.

The air was compressed into a cloud of white mist.

Lin Feng's fist was not deflected; his five fingers gripped the gun barrel, and his blood and qi flowed into it from his palm.

The cloaked figure released his grip.

Lin Feng pulled the gun over.

But the person had already retreated more than ten meters away.

"Peak of Martial Saint." Lin Feng weighed the dark green spear in his hand and casually tossed it aside.

"The members of the Hermitage are actually a bit stronger than that good-for-nothing."

The cloaked figure did not respond.

His right hand emerged from his cloak, revealing a token in his palm.

The token was flipped over and waved at Lin Feng.

Although Lin Feng's mental power was suppressed, his fifth-grade perception still managed to capture the information on the surface of the token.

A single line of text.

"Northwest Branch Altar, Deacon No. 6"

A set of coordinates is engraved below.

"I'm not here to kill you," the cloaked man finally said.

"Qian Weiguo is already useless; keeping him around will only expose more problems. What you want is on the token."

He took a step back.

"You can go to the branch altar if you want. But I have a piece of advice for you..."

Lin Feng didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

The throwing knife was thrown.

Although his mental strength was suppressed to the fifth rank, his control precision decreased significantly.

The cloaked figure shifted an inch to the right.

Six throwing knives grazed past him.

The seventh bullet tore through the hem of his cloak.

The eighth one.

puff.

It was nailed to his left shoulder.

The cloaked figure grunted, then flashed backward, disappearing into the underground river passage deep within the cave.

Lin Feng took two steps and stopped at the entrance of the passage.

The underground river roared loudly.

The cloaked figure's presence was rapidly receding, heading towards the depths of the underground.

Can't catch up.

It's not that I can't win her over, it's that there's no need to.

The mental blocking array was still in operation, suppressing his mental power and greatly reducing the precision of his throwing knife control.

To venture into an unknown underground river in this state to chase after a peak Martial Saint is not bravery, it's foolishness.

Moreover...

Lin Feng looked down at the token on the ground.

He has gotten what he wanted.

The array beneath our feet was still buzzing.

Lin Feng walked back to the center of the cave and glanced at the spirit pattern nodes on the rock wall.

This formation is quite in the way.

He picked the largest-looking spot and punched it.

Click.

The node is broken.

The buzzing sound weakened a bit.

The second one. The third one. The fourth one.

He walked around the cave wall and smashed every single spirit rune node he could see.

When the last one broke.

hum!

The formation collapsed.

The pressure of the mental blockade dissipated instantly.

The sixth-grade spiritual power spread out again, covering the entire cave.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Although you can still fight when you're being suppressed, it doesn't feel very comfortable.

It felt like I was wearing a tight headband, so stifling.

He bent down and picked up the token from the ground.

The coordinates have been marked.

The Northwest Branch of the Secret Order.

Keep it, we'll deal with it later.

There are more important things to do right now.

Lin Feng turned around and looked at the cold pool in the center of the cave.

Dark Nether Cold Iron Water.

Regardless of the purpose of giving these coordinates, the thing itself is real.

The temperature and atmosphere of the cold pool cannot be faked.

Lin Feng took out a specially made container from his storage ring.

This is a spirit-patterned bottle that was previously confiscated from the Bai family; it's specifically used to hold liquids at extreme temperatures.

The capacity isn't large, but it's sufficient.

He walked to the edge of the pool and squatted down.

The mouth of the spirit-patterned bottle extends below the surface of the cold pool.

The dark blue liquid slowly poured into the bottle.

The moment it was poured into the bottle, a layer of white frost condensed on the outer wall of the container, creeping from the bottom of the bottle all the way to the mouth.

It's full.

Lin Feng sealed the bottle and put it into the deepest compartment of his storage ring.

The communicator rang.

Old Zhou's encrypted channel.

"The griffon has reached the outskirts of Storm Canyon. Please provide further instructions."

Lin Feng picked up the communicator.

"Qian Weiguo is dead, silenced by the Hidden Cult. There are also six Martial Saint corpses and remnants of the formation inside the cave."

He paused for a moment.

"You guys come in and clean up the mess, I have other things to do."

"receive."

Old Zhou didn't ask any more questions.

Lin Feng put away the communicator and took one last look at the chaotic scene inside the cave.

Seven corpses, shattered boulders, a collapsed array node, and footprints by the cold pool.

It was a bit chaotic, but we took everything we were entitled to.

He turned and walked towards the cave entrance.

We emerged from the rift valley.

The sunlight was so bright that he squinted.

The earth dragon was still lying outside. When it saw him come out, it raised its head slightly.

The eagle glided down from the cliff and landed on the dragon's back, tilting its head to look him over.

"Let's go back to the Shen family."

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