In the dark night, a shrill scream sounded, accompanied by Han Feng's cold voice.
Instantly awakened everyone in the Tieshan tribe.
That scream just now... seemed to come from the spirit of the night.
Could it be that... Han Feng also took action against these night spirits?
In the darkness, Yao Mu and Yao Da looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes.
Especially Yao Mu, he had heard too much about the legend of the coming of night and the night spirit, which caused the instinctive fear deep in his heart to grow.
When he saw the night spirit appearing, he could hardly think of resisting.
Unexpectedly, Han Feng had already taken action directly.
He couldn't help but worry about whether Han Feng would be in danger.
But then, screams sounded around them.
Those pairs of strange purple eyes quickly disappeared into the darkness, and their worries gradually disappeared.
At this moment, in the darkness, Han Feng, wearing a black tiger cloak, was as fast as lightning.
They quickly shuttled between a group of figures whose bodies were condensed from black mist.
His whole body was boiling with energy and blood, like a roaring beast in the forest.
A pair of hot fists surrounded by energy and blood, swept by the strong wind, blasted away at these black figures.
These figures are extremely strange. After being blown away by a punch, they will automatically gather together, as if they are immortal.
If an ordinary warrior from the Witch Clan encountered such a strange scene, he would probably be frightened to the point where his energy and blood would fluctuate, and his strength would be greatly reduced.
But Han Feng was too familiar with these guys. They were just the slaves of the Nether Clan.
Moreover, the strength is far inferior to that of the Nether Slaves of the Lingwu Continent. At best, they are just spiritual bodies formed by the gathering of some Netherworld energy.
As long as the warriors of the Wu clan have strong Qi and blood, they will disperse after being repeatedly strangled with Qi and blood several times.
But Han Feng didn't have to do this at all. He had strong Qi and blood, far beyond his superficial cultivation.
Moreover, the Hunyuan Jue combat method he practiced seemed to have a strong restraining effect on these slaves.
With one punch, the power of Qi and blood spreads automatically, directly burning the Nether Qi that wants to reunite into white smoke.
Therefore, Han Feng's efficiency in killing them even exceeded the speed of killing wild beasts.
"Pengpengpeng...!"
In the darkness, the people of the Tieshan tribe were at a loss.
I saw a black shadow, traveling at high speed under the purple will-o'-the-wisp.
Wherever they passed, those night spirits screamed and disappeared into nothing.
Just between cups of tea, Han Feng made a circle and returned to the back of the team.
"Keep going."
A calm voice sounded behind everyone again, making the horrified tribe members feel like they were waking up from a dream.
The leaders, Yao Mu and Yao Da, swallowed at the same time and looked back in the direction of Han Feng, their expressions already shocking.
This is a fierce man who dares to kill even "ghosts"!
With such a powerful being guarding them, what else do they have to fear?
The two men were refreshed, lit the torch again, and led the tribe forward.
After that, the purple will-o'-the-wisp and the night spirit appeared several times along the way.
However, they were all killed by Han Feng, who screamed in agony and even fled in panic.
The hearts of everyone in the Tieshan tribe were determined, and they were getting closer and closer to the golden holy light.
While walking forward, Han Feng's eyes suddenly moved and he glanced towards a dense forest on the right.
His figure flashed and disappeared instantly.
The next moment, he had arrived at a dense forest and grassland and looked towards the ground.
There was a trembling figure covered in blood, with frost condensing on the surface.
This person was none other than Yao Huo, who had abandoned the Tieshan tribe before and left alone.
At this moment, he was covered in bruises and scratches and bite marks caused by powerful wild beasts could be seen everywhere.
Even at this time, one of his thighs had been torn off and bloody
The flesh was blurred, revealing broken bone stubble, and the blood had been frozen into ice.
With such an injury, if he hadn't been a three-stripe warrior, he would have died long ago.
However, at this moment, he was also injured and lost the ability to move. If he stayed here, he would soon be killed by those night spirits.
Yao Huo was also startled when he saw Han Feng appearing like a ghost.
But then, a strong will to survive burst out in his eyes.
"help me!"
Han Feng stared at him with cold eyes.
"What about the rest?"
"They're all...all dead, so many wild beasts, they're all dead!"
Yao Huo had obviously had a very terrible and desperate experience, and his eyes were filled with fear at this moment.
"Please, help me!" Yao Huo begged again.
Hearing this, Han Feng nodded, looking at Yao Huo's hopeful eyes.
"Crack!"
Han Feng reached out and twisted his neck, turned around and left. He had no time to waste on such a person.
He left silently and returned quietly to the rear of the large army.
Looking at the approaching holy light to the north, Han Feng looked around at the dark forest around him and frowned.
Because at this moment, the blessed land order in his body lit up.
The Order of the Blessed Land has the ability to sense the aura of the Nether Clan.
Through the induction at this moment, Han Feng was able to judge that another Ming slave was approaching in this direction, and it seemed that his strength was not weak.
Han Feng immediately urged everyone to speed up.
Soon, the group passed through a dense forest, and a plain area appeared in front of them.
And that holy light was only a few miles away from them, it could be said that it was right in front of them.
The golden holy light gave everyone a strong sense of security in this endless darkness. Everyone speeded up excitedly and approached the holy light.
But at this moment, the biting cold wind swept through again, making it almost impossible for everyone to move.
Purple will-o'-the-wisps fluttered overhead, and this time there were hundreds of them.
Figures condensed in black mist also appeared from all directions, hundreds of them densely packed.
At this moment, in front of everyone, three pale men appeared.
They are not much different from ordinary Wu clan people.
The only difference is that they are covered in black energy and have strange purple lines on their foreheads.
None of them had pupils, and their dark eye sockets looked weird and terrifying.
At this moment, Han Feng's figure had arrived in front of the Tieshan tribe and looked at the three men.
Han Feng looked at the three of them curiously, because he found that the three of them exuded a strong aura of the netherworld.
Although the breath is extremely cold, it is a real body of flesh and blood.
He has realized that these three people may be the real Nether Clan members.
Moreover, the purple lines on their foreheads seem to be similar to witch marks, symbolizing strength.
The man in the middle of the three people has five purple lines between his eyebrows, and the two people next to him have four purple lines.
"It was you who killed our Hades slave before?"
At this moment, the man in the middle of the other party actually spoke, his voice cold and emotionless.
Han Feng did not answer the other party, but still looked at the three of them, sizing them up.
As if he saw something strange and weird, he nodded frequently while looking at it. .z.br>
Seeing Han Feng's reaction, the three Nether Clan members opposite him were obviously stunned.
The Nether Clan member in the center seemed a little angry and snorted coldly.
Immediately, two people beside him took a step forward at the same time.
However, the two of them had just moved.
Han Feng, who was originally sizing them up, also moved at the same time. He was as fast as the wind and flashed in front of the two of them. His fists exploded with terrifying energy and flew towards them.
Two Nether Clan
The person was caught off guard and could only fold his hands to resist.
"Bang bang...!"
With two muffled sounds, the two of them were knocked backwards and slid several feet away, with green smoke rising from their arms.
"Um……?"
The three Nether Clan members were all shocked.
Han Feng shook his fist and said doubtfully: "It doesn't seem that strong."
As soon as these words came out, the three Nether Clan members were completely angered.
The two four-stripe strongmen who were repelled suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Han Feng with their purple-black claws that were sharper than ordinary people.
Seeing this, Han Feng easily dodged and moved around, punching and bumping from time to time, as if he was strolling in a courtyard without any pressure.
Seeing this situation, the Nether Clan member with five purple lines on his head finally took action.
He flashed and appeared in front of Han Feng, with a purple light condensing in his hand.
The light group instantly condensed into a sharp cone, carrying an astonishing chilly aura, hooded by the Korean wind.
Han Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and blasted out with a concentrated fist.
"Bang...!"
The fists and awls clashed, and the purple awls exploded, causing Han Feng to take a few steps back.
His fist was wrapped with strange and cold purple energy, trying to penetrate into his body, but when he used the Hunyuan Jue, it instantly burned into blue smoke.
Seeing Han Feng dispelling the purple light so easily, the three Nether Clan members suddenly showed solemn expressions.
The next moment, the purple lines on the brows of the three people brightened up, and a dark purple light similar to the protective aura burst out from their bodies, and they attacked Han Feng again.
The offensive of the three people suddenly increased, especially the man with five purple stripes, who actually showed some powerful combat skills.
With the combined efforts of the three, Han Feng's airtight siege was suppressed for a while.
And the surrounding night spirits also began to drift closer to the Iron Mountain Tribe, as if they wanted to drown them.
Seeing this situation, Han Feng, who was surrounded by three people, turned cold.
"Okay, I won't play with you anymore!"
The next moment, the energy and blood in his body exploded, running according to a certain established route.
Immediately, Han Feng's skin turned red, and a layer of blood-colored gas condensed on his body surface.
"Qi and blood coagulate!"
Seeing this scene, Yao Mu and Yao Da secretly exclaimed that only senior warriors with cultivation levels of the fourth pattern and above could do this.
However, they didn't know that this was not Qi and blood condensation.
Instead, Han Feng used a body-refining secret technique that he had practiced before.
"Red Jade Hegemonic Body Technique!"
