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Old Zhou did not answer immediately.

He stood in the center of the council chamber, with bloodstains still at his feet that hadn't been cleaned up.

The Griffin team members were busy all around, moving documents, blocking passages, and shackled the prisoners.

"Nether Dragon." Old Zhou repeated the two words.

"Martial Emperor level".

"Um."

"You, a Martial Saint, are trying to subdue a Martial Emperor-level beast."

"right."

Old Zhou remained silent for several seconds.

He took out a pen and a blank military authorization document from his pocket and spread them out on the stone table.

The pen tip touched the paper, and several lines were written in a few quick strokes.

"The 037th sealed area of ​​the secret realm is authorized for Lin Feng to handle independently. The military will not interfere, will not hold anyone accountable, and will not share the profits."

The last line is stamped.

The highest-level secret seal of the Northwest Military Region.

Old Zhou blew on the document and handed it over.

"Here you go. If anything goes wrong, this piece of paper will protect you from being prosecuted by a military court."

Lin Feng took it, folded it twice, and stuffed it into his storage ring.

Thanks.

"No need to thank me." Old Zhou put his pen away. "You saved the military at least three years of investigation time tonight. One authorization document, it's worth it."

He paused for a moment.

"But I have one condition."

"Please speak."

"If the attempt to subdue it fails, the Nether Dragon shows signs of breaking free. You must retreat immediately and send a signal. I will lead men to seal off that cave."

"OK."

Old Zhou nodded, said nothing more, and turned to handle the follow-up matters of the branch altar.

Lin Feng left the salt lake and climbed onto the earth dragon.

It's almost dawn.

The horizon to the east of the wasteland was tinged with gray.

The earth dragon ran towards the volcanic rock area.

-

In Shen Wanchui's forging workshop, the furnace fire was still burning.

The old man was asleep on his workbench, with a bowl of cold tea beside him.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up abruptly, drool still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

"Why are you here again? Wasn't the gun finished?"

"I have a question for you," Lin Feng said, leaning against the doorframe. "What are the weaknesses of dragon-like mythical beasts?"

Shen Wanchui rubbed his eyes, his mind still not fully processing what was happening.

"A dragon? Why are you asking that?"

"We must recapture one."

Shen Wanchui stopped.

"What level of strength?"

"Martial Emperor level".

The old man opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He pulled a tin box from under the workbench, which was filled with yellowed manuscripts and drawings.

After flipping through the pages for a while, I pulled out a thin booklet.

"My great-grandfather forged dragon-slaying weapons for the military when he was young, and he left some notes."

He turned to one of the pages and pointed to a hand-drawn illustration of a dragon's skeleton.

"The hardest part of a dragon-like beast is its scales, and the softest part is its horns."

Place your finger at the base of the two horns on the top of the dragon's head in the picture.

"Beneath the horn base is a reverse scale. The area covered by the reverse scale is the core of the dragon's spirit. This location has the weakest defense and is the best channel for spiritual power to invade."

Lin Feng stared at the picture for a few seconds.

"How large is the area of ​​the reverse scale?"

"An adult dragon is about the size of a palm."

Shen Wanchui gestured, "But you have to hold it down first. Who can touch the base of a lively, leaping Martial Emperor-level dragon?"

"I have a way."

Shen Wanchui glanced at him and handed him the booklet.

"Take a look, don't lose it."

Lin Feng took the booklet, flipped through two pages, memorized the key information, and returned it.

"No need, I've got it."

Shen Wanchui: "..."

Back to the residence.

Lin Feng took out the jade slip containing the secret technique for taming beasts from his storage ring.

He infused his mental energy into the text, going through it word by word.

The core steps of the secret method are very clear.

The first step is to use mental energy to invade the target's mental core.

The second step is to imprint a mental mark on the target's consciousness.

The third step is to establish a permanent master-servant contract using one's own Qi and blood as a medium.

The usage conditions are clearly stated.

Spiritual power of grade seven or above.

The target must be in a critically injured and dying state.

Both conditions are indispensable.

Lin Feng put the jade slip away and closed his eyes to think for a moment.

He had a seventh-grade mental strength, but he was currently at the sixth grade.

It's just one major grade away.

However, the full-level bonus effect of the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts can raise the output intensity of mental power to the seventh rank level in a short period of time.

The price is a period of mental weakness afterward.

This condition can be met, albeit barely.

The key is the second condition.

Severely injured and on the verge of death.

Even though the sealing of a Martial Emperor-level Nether Dragon had consumed a large amount of its vital energy, its core essence was still there.

He is now at the fourth level of Martial Saint, and he also possesses the Star Dragon World-Destroying Spear.

There is a chance.

But to be on the safe side, you'd have to advance another level.

Lin Feng focused his attention on the system panel.

Current Martial Arts Points: 12,470,000

The production of savages and iron rhinoceroses has not stopped for the past few days.

The ferocious vultures, in particular, found a large number of beast lairs at the northern end of the wasteland, doubling their production efficiency.

12.47 million.

enough.

Lin Feng did not hesitate.

[Consumption of martial arts points×10,000,000]

[Realm Advancement: Martial Saint Stage 4 → Martial Saint Stage 5!]

Qi and blood exploded from the dantian.

This time it felt more intense than ever before.

The expansion of the meridians is greater, and the bone remodeling takes longer.

The golden patterns on the indestructible golden body emerged from their hidden state, their density increasing to another level.

The inn's floorboards are completely cracked.

The landlady screamed from downstairs.

Lin Feng flicked two S-grade spirit stones from his storage ring.

The screaming stopped.

Martial Saint, Fifth Dan.

Lin Feng clenched his fist, feeling the concentration of qi and blood in his body.

It's much better than the fourth level.

This level of power, combined with the world-destroying strike of the Star Dragon World-Destroying Spear, should be able to deal damage that threatens even Martial Emperors.

The premise is that the Nether Dragon has been sealed and weakened enough.

But it was still too risky for him to bring a Martial Emperor-level beast to the brink of death all by himself.

Auxiliary methods are needed.

Lin Feng took out his communicator and dialed Tie Ying's channel.

"Boss!" Iron Eagle's voice boomed from the other end, "You haven't contacted me for days, Sister Xiaoyu is almost worried to death—"

"Stop talking nonsense and listen carefully."

Iron Eagle immediately shut up.

"Select twenty of the most elite beast tamers in the alliance who are at the Martial Saint level or above, and bring all the materials for the suppression formation to the Northwest Wilderness within three days."

I'll send you the coordinates.

Iron Eagle paused for a second.

"Twenty Martial Saints? Boss, the alliance only has..."

Is that enough?

"Enough! Barely enough! But we need to bring over the leaders of several branches as well."

"Adjust."

"yes!"

The communicator was disconnected.

Lin Feng edited the coordinates and sent them over.

Old Zhou sent a message.

Two things.

"explain."

"First, after the branch altar was destroyed, three deacons escaped."

"Deacon Number Six is ​​the one who gave you the token before. The other two are Number Eight and Number Eleven. Their whereabouts are unknown, and we are currently doing our best to track them down."

Lin Feng tapped the edge of the communicator with his finger.

"Do they know about the Nether Dragon?"

"I'm not sure, but since Deacon No. 6 was able to obtain the coordinates of the sealed area, the other two probably do as well."

"And the second thing?"

"Secondly, the intelligence department has re-analyzed the data on the decay of the secret realm seal that you submitted before. The conclusion is that the rate of decay of the seal is accelerating."

"How much faster?"

"It's several times faster than when you first probed it. At the current speed, the seal won't last three months."

Lin Feng stopped.

The seal weakened far faster than expected.

"receive."

The communicator was disconnected.

Lin Feng sat on the bed and went through all this information in his mind.

It's time to speed things up.

He got out of bed and quickly checked the contents of his storage ring.

Star Dragon Annihilation Spear.

Starfall Nine Calamity Blade.

Jade slip containing secret techniques for taming beasts.

Several pills.

Martial Saint Level 5, Undying Golden Body at its peak, Rank 6 Spiritual Power, Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts.

enough.

He picked up the communicator and sent a message to Iron Eagle.

"The plan has changed. You don't need to wait three days. Come as planned and wait outside the entrance to the secret realm. I'll go in first."

Iron Eagle replied almost instantly.

"Boss, are you crazy? Going in alone?"

Lin Feng didn't return; he pushed open the door and left.

Sensing the surge in his blood and qi concentration, the earth dragon suddenly raised its head and dug deep grooves in the ground with its four claws.

Lin Feng climbed onto the platform.

"Secret Realm"

The earth dragon used its four claws to propel itself forward.

-

Two thousand seven hundred kilometers.

The earth dragon ran at full speed and arrived in three hours.

Deep in the wilderness, in a region of weathered rock.

Lin Feng jumped off the dragon's back and stepped onto the familiar gravel ground.

The stone slab at the entrance to the secret realm remains in its original position.

He pressed the jade pendant into the groove, allowing his blood and energy to flow in and his spirit to resonate.

The array patterns lit up, and the stone gate opened.

But this time, Lin Feng didn't rush in.

His mental energy was pushed into the ground.

Passing through the stone steps, across the Dragonbone Plains, through the Shattered Rock Zone and the Black Tower, we pushed our way to the deepest, sealed area.

The nine-layered light curtain is still there.

But the brightness...

Lin Feng's fingers tightened.

When I last came, although the nine-layer light curtain was decaying, the brightness of each layer was still relatively uniform.

Now, the outermost two layers are almost transparent.

The light on the third layer was also flickering violently, as if it might go out at any moment.

It's obvious that someone tampered with it.

The image of the three escaped hermitage deacons flashed through Lin Feng's mind.

That's too late.

He turned and glanced at the earth dragon and the ferocious vulture.

"Guard the entrance, don't let anyone in."

The earth dragon let out a low growl. The fierce vulture spread its wings and soared into the sky.

Lin Feng turned around and faced the stone gate.

He pulled the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear from his storage ring and held it in his hand.

On the dark gold spear, dragon-shaped array patterns flowed slowly, and platinum dragon flames danced twice on the spear tip.

He stepped into the darkness.

The stone gate closed behind them.