Shen Feng continued to move through the forest, bypassing the burning woods and heading towards the direction of the previous booming sounds. After a perilous assassination attempt and a missile attack that trapped him in a sea of fire tonight, Shen Feng's anger had reached a boiling point, and his killing intent grew stronger.
Running through the forest, Shen Feng was now a true "grass-on-the-fly" practitioner, able to move across grass and leaves as if unaffected by gravity, his figure like a phantom.
Soon, Shen Feng arrived at the soldiers' encampment. A faint light emanated from two electric lamps. The other soldiers were either equipped with night vision goggles or hidden in the darkness. Shen Feng stood on a tree, silently observing, and counted them. The encampment had over five hundred soldiers.
"Over five hundred people, quite a number. It seems they've taken me seriously to kill me. But these five hundred are not enough!" Shen Feng thought to himself.
If Yue Hengyi were here, even ten times the number of soldiers wouldn't matter. Yue Hengyi's attacks were area-of-effect, and even ability users would struggle to stand in his gravity field. Furthermore, if Yue Hengyi consumed the fruit and his abilities broke through, a gravity field ten times stronger would spell doom for any ability user.
As for Shen Feng, while his abilities weren't as powerful in attack as Yue Hengyi's, he could also perform area-of-effect attacks.
Shen Feng took a deep breath and immediately unleashed "Furious Wind." Invisible wind blades slowly gathered in the sky, three thousand of them, aimed at the group in the encampment.
Matsushita had been watching the satellite images in the command center. When he saw that the area around the temple was engulfed in flames, he became smug, saying, "What good are ability users? They can't withstand missiles. You'll all be burned to ashes. It's a shame about the ability potions you carried. But I heard one person's ability potion is still in Kagoshima city. Now, all these things belong to us!"
Matsushita was very pleased, believing he had eliminated a troublesome enemy and completed his planned objective. He had also set his sights on the ability potions and extraterrestrial elements left by Yue Hengyi in the villa. Now, he too desired to become an ability user, a true powerhouse.
"I heard that ability users have extended lifespans, at least three hundred years. Such a long life is enough for me to enjoy a wonderful life. I heard the agency recently signed a few beautiful new talents. Perhaps I should indulge myself!" Matsushita couldn't help but daydream.
However, at that moment, shouts came from outside the command center: "Help! Assassins..."
Matsushita was puzzled and quickly left the command center to investigate. But the scene before him stunned him. He watched as soldiers' muscles and blood vessels were sliced open, limbs falling to the ground, heads flying through the air, as if invisible knives were cutting their bodies.
Chaos erupted in the encampment. Some soldiers fired wildly into the forest, trying to kill the unseen enemy. Others attempted to flee amidst the confusion. However, anyone who stepped out of the encampment was immediately killed by invisible blades, their bodies falling to the ground with eyes wide in disbelief.
"What is going on? Did the ability users not die? Are they back for revenge?" Matsushita watched in stunned silence as the soldiers were slaughtered. He couldn't fathom how, despite their meticulous plan, the two individuals could have survived the temple.
"Impossible, impossible! We sent eight ability users to assassinate them, and one of them was even drugged. Later, I fired over a hundred missiles. Under these circumstances, no matter how powerful an ability user is, they couldn't have survived!" Matsushita felt a growing sense of dread. He couldn't comprehend how, with such a tight plan and immense mobilization, the enemy could still escape. It was utterly unbelievable.
Yet, it had happened. Matsushita had to admit that the ability users were here for revenge, and his best course of action was to flee.
Matsushita had prepared ordinary soldier uniforms in the command center. He quickly changed, discarding his officer's uniform. This scene shocked his two adjutants, who stared in disbelief. Was this how one escaped?
At that moment, someone took command in the encampment, firing flares into the sky. Over a dozen illumination flares were launched, revealing the surrounding forest. The encampment was now filled with the smell of blood, scattered limbs, and soldiers running in disarray.
The soldiers believed that with the flares, they might be able to find traces of the enemy, but they were mistaken. Even with the flares, the surrounding forest remained incredibly dim. Sometimes, branches swayed, and shadows flickered, appearing like figures. But as soon as they fired, they would discover nothing there!
The casualties continued to mount. Invisible blades were reaping the soldiers' lives. The soldiers were on the verge of collapse. Even on the battlefield, one would expect to see muzzle flashes and bullets, and perhaps carry a bullet or two. But now, they saw nothing, yet their comrades were disappearing one by one. This mental pressure was causing many to break.
"Damn it! If you have the guts, come out and fight us honorably! Don't hide in the darkness and play dirty tricks!" a soldier screamed in desperation.
Shen Feng crouched on a branch, quietly observing the soldiers' final moments of madness. Unlike Yue Hengyi, Shen Feng wouldn't feel uneasy after killing innocent people, to the point of drowning his sorrows in alcohol. Shen Feng had no such qualms because he had witnessed too much death. Life and death separations were commonplace. And the people here were not innocent; every single one of them was his enemy, destined to be killed.
"Hoo..." A gust of wind blew, giving Shen Feng a sudden chill, especially around his legs, which felt particularly cold.
"Forget it, no more playing. Everyone die!" Shen Feng lost interest. He had intended to watch the spectacle of people's final madness, but seeing their performance, Shen Feng was somewhat disappointed. Everyone feared death, so why engage in such suicidal actions?
The wind blades suspended in the air instantly descended like rain, engulfing the encampment. Suddenly, blood holes appeared on the soldiers' bodies. If they were killed instantly, it would be better; after a moment of pain, they would feel nothing. But for those whose bodies were merely pierced, they had to endure excruciating pain, watching their blood flow out, their consciousness slowly fading. This was true torment.
Watching themselves die silently, with no means to resist, was a tremendous blow both mentally and physically.
Three thousand wind blades fell. On average, each person received six wind blades, but such perfect distribution was impossible in reality. Some soldiers were hit over a dozen times, while others only two or three. Although few survived, some did.
Matsushita's legs throbbed with pain. Two blood holes marred his legs, pierced by the wind blades. He was completely unable to escape. He had intended to disguise himself as an ordinary soldier and flee, but as soon as he left the command center, he was attacked by the wind blades. Now, he could only call out to the surviving soldiers around him.
"Quick, save me! Take me back to Kagoshima! I'll give you lots and lots of money! As for women, as many as you want! Hurry and take me away from here!" Matsushita shouted hysterically.
However, the surviving soldiers who heard their leader's words showed no reaction. They knew one thing: they were all doomed. Since they were all on the verge of death, who was nobler than whom? Why should they obey this scoundrel's orders before their final moments?
Seeing the lack of reaction from his subordinates, Matsushita continued to threaten them, "Don't forget, all your families are still working under me! Do you want your families to die too? Hurry and take me away!"
But at that moment, a dark shadow flashed before Matsushita's eyes, and a pair of bare feet appeared before him. He looked up and saw a young man in a yukata, Shen Fuyao.
"Sir, please forgive me! I am willing to compensate you, whatever you want, I can give it to you. Don't you like beautiful women? I'll gather them as soon as I get back. As many as you want, you can enjoy them!" Matsushita understood everything when he saw Shen Fuyao appear. At this moment, his life was in the other person's hands.
Unfortunately, Shen Feng could not understand the man's words. Not everyone understood Chinese, and there were no translators in the encampment. Shen Feng naturally couldn't understand the man's speech, but judging by his flustered expression, he could imagine he was begging for mercy.
Shen Feng smiled. Matsushita saw his smile and thought he had gained forgiveness, letting out a sigh of relief and showing a relaxed expression.
But then, Shen Feng swung his black longsword. A flash of black light, and the head rolled off.
"I said, not a single one will be spared!" Shen Feng said calmly.
There were still over thirty survivors. The wind blades had not hit their vital parts. Upon seeing Shen Feng appear, they knew their fate was sealed. Some tried to fire their guns before dying, but the bullets were blocked by a barrier. Shen Feng waved his hand, condensing wind blades and killing all thirty-plus people.
"Boom..." Unknowingly, rain began to fall from the sky. Lightning flashed across the sky, echoing through the forest for a long time.
"Patter, patter..." The rain fell on the ground, washing away the bloodstains. Shen Feng's sleepwear was quickly soaked. Standing in the forest, Shen Feng shivered and muttered to himself, "No, I need to find shelter from the rain quickly. I don't have much body fat, and now I can't stand it!"
Fat, besides being a source of energy, also provides warmth. That's why people in Siberia are generally fatter; it's because body fat makes them more resistant to the cold. Shen Feng had consumed the fruit of the century plant earlier, and his glycogen and fat reserves were completely depleted. At this moment, Shen Feng had not recovered, so he also faced the danger of hypothermia.
Shen Feng quickly returned to the place where he had separated from Yue Hengyi. Passing by the mountain where the temple was located, he could see that the fire on the mountain had diminished. The rain had come just in time; if it had continued to burn, large areas of the surrounding forest would have been consumed.
Upon reaching the clearing, Lanzi anxiously said to Shen Feng, "Lord Shen Fuyao, look quickly! Lord Yi Hengyue has fainted!"
Shen Feng hurried over to observe and found that Yue Hengyi's face was flushed, his forehead burning hot, and his eyes closed as if in a coma.
"It's nothing! It's an old problem! His resistance is too weak, he lost too much blood, and now he's been soaked by the rain, so he has caught a cold and has a fever. He'll recover after taking some medicine and resting for two days!" Shen Feng was relieved. He had encountered this situation before, so he was quite experienced.
Suddenly, Shen Feng picked up the basket next to Yue Hengyi and counted the ability potions inside. Not a single one was missing. It seemed that even though Yue Hengyi had passed out, Lanzi had not harbored any ill intentions.
"She's quite a non-greedy person. She's also quite reliable!" Shen Feng thought to himself.