Chapter 518 - 320: Crisis at the Base! Venturing into the Illusory Dream Marsh with a Single Sword (4)

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The explosions were incessant, and their flames instantly illuminated the entire Illusory Dream Marsh.

That wasn’t all.

Han Feng thrust both hands forward, effortlessly unleashing one magically modified spell after another.

"Spiral Water Needle!"

Dozens of highly compressed water arrows shot out, their Penetration Power even surpassing that of a simple Sword Aura. They riddled several elite warriors who were trying to organize a defense, turning them into sieves.

"Thorn Cage!"

The ground shook violently. Countless dark-red metal pythons covered in barbs burst from the earth, tightly coiling around and piercing through the Spirit Fox Race members in the area.

Life Energy and Soul Fragments scattered and spilled across the battlefield.

The thirty-six Longevity Sword Seeds inside Han Feng’s body began to circulate on their own, activating the Divine Technique, [Vitality Theft].

Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, the scattered Energy surged into his body in a continuous stream, rapidly replenishing the Sword Aura he had just expended casting the spells.

He felt like a perpetual motion machine. As long as the battle continued, his Energy was endless.

"Enough!"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth finally lost its patience. A Spiritual Thought, filled with extreme rage, exploded in Han Feng’s mind.

It violently flapped its massive wings, and countless pink scales fluttered down. Each scale was like an eye, radiating an aura of chaos and madness.

This was its ultimate Divine Technique—the Realm of Chaotic Gods!

Within this realm, all things were illusions. Anyone whose mind was even slightly unstable would become completely lost and descend into a mindless, homicidal frenzy.

However, before the scales could even get within a hundred meters of Han Feng, they were pushed away by an invisible force.

Han Feng’s [Heart Clarity and Nature Seeing] was the absolute bane of all bizarre spiritual attacks.

"Your tricks are useless against me," Han Feng replied calmly.

He looked up, a silver light flashing in his eyes.

"Now, it’s my turn."

The Three-Inch Heart Sword was unsheathed once more!

This time, he infused it with a full one thousand hertz of Spiritual Power.

The formless Heart Sword, carrying a Will that could shatter illusions, viciously stabbed into the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth’s true Divine Soul.

"SCREEE—!!!"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth let out the most painful shriek of its life. It was no longer a roar on the spiritual plane, but a wretched howl originating from the very source of its soul.

Its massive body fell from the altar, convulsing and rolling madly on the ground. The bizarre eye patterns on its wings deflated one by one, like punctured rubber balls.

Its Divine Soul was grievously wounded!

The blow had nearly killed it.

All the surviving members of the Spirit Fox Race watched in horror. The omnipotent God they worshipped had been grievously wounded in a single blow by this Foreigner!

Fear completely shattered their will to fight.

Han Feng hovered in the air. He didn’t press the attack, merely watching the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth struggle on the ground.

"I don’t want to exterminate your people."

He spoke slowly, his voice amplified by True Qi to carry across the entire tribe.

"I came for one thing only."

The struggling Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth’s movements froze. A weak Spiritual Thought came through:

"...What... do you want?"

"It’s simple," Han Feng said, holding up a finger. "Tell me how you survive the night."

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth fell silent.

"You don’t have to tell me."

Han Feng’s tone was still calm. "But I will slaughter every last one of your followers. Then, I’ll roast your moth meat and have it with wine."

His words carried no trace of killing intent, yet they sent a bone-deep chill through the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth’s soul.

It had no doubt that the man before it would do exactly as he said.

"...I... I’ll talk."

The weak Spiritual Thought came again: "Make your... sword... stop."

Only then did Han Feng realize that his sword, [Broken Star], had at some point flown above the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth’s head. Its tip was pointed directly between the moth’s eyes, emanating a grim chill.

With a thought, [Broken Star] transformed into a streak of light and flew back to his side, circling him cheerfully.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth struggled to its feet and issued a command to its surviving followers below.

The members of the Spirit Fox Race, who had been baring their fangs just moments before, immediately dropped their hostility. They retreated slowly like an ebbing tide, their gazes on Han Feng now filled with reverence and fear.

"Foreigner, please follow me."

A spiritual instruction echoed in Han Feng’s mind, pointing him toward the dilapidated altar at the center of the tribe.

Han Feng’s [Eye of Insight] swept over the area. After confirming there were no traps, he slowly descended in front of the altar.

A hidden door in the altar’s stone wall slowly opened, revealing a deep, dark staircase leading underground.

"The answer you seek is inside."