Han Feng said nothing.

His gaze swept past the crowd of heads gathered at the cliff’s edge, settling on the vast, despair-inducing void ahead.

Deep within his pupils, a layer of faint blue light, imperceptible to ordinary people, quietly ignited.

[Spiritual Vision] activated.

The entire world was instantly datafied in his eyes.

"This is a problem," he said, his voice soft.

Zhang Hao immediately leaned in.

"What is it?"

"The path is broken."

Han Feng jutted his chin forward.

The sight before them made everyone’s hearts sink.

The empty space between the fifth island and their next objective, Wind Wall Island, was over three thousand meters wide.

What was more fatal was that the terrain on the other side rose sharply, with a staggering net altitude difference of three hundred meters.

This meant that a simple Wingsuit glide, under the influence of Gravity, would only be a parabola leading straight into the abyss.

The only path to survival was to use the three small Floating Islands suspended in the air like a natural staircase to perform a series of relay jumps.

But now, those "steps," each no more than a hundred meters in diameter, had become gray-white nests of death.

Densely packed shadows covered every inch of rock.

Wind Falcons.

A type of gregarious Tier One Flying Demon Beast with feathers as hard as steel and claws that could tear through rock.

In Han Feng’s Spiritual Vision, these gray-white points of energy numbered over five hundred.

And on the topmost, highest small island, three distinctly hotter and more violent Energy Sources were entrenched.

Tier Two Wind Falcons, and there were three of them.

"How are we supposed to get past this?"

Fan Jian raised his binoculars, his hands trembling slightly.

"With numbers like that, whoever goes up there is just asking to be sliced to pieces."

In the air, a human Martial Artist in a gliding Wingsuit was the most vulnerable of living targets, with almost no ability to maneuver or change direction.

Once their Wingsuit was torn, the only thing awaiting them would be the crimson, despairing Netherworld Blood Sea below.

More and more teams were held up at the cliff’s edge, including well-equipped, powerful squads, and even a few teams wearing A Level Student badges.

But no one dared to move.

Everyone knew that in this situation, the first person to charge out would be sacrificing their life to clear the path for those behind them.

As long as the Wind Falcon flock’s attention was drawn, others might be able to seize the fleeting chaos and break through.

They were waiting.

Waiting for a hero willing to die, or a sufficiently foolish brute.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

A coarse voice, like a clap of thunder, brutally tore through the dead silence at the cliff’s edge.

The crowd was shoved aside as if by a pair of large, invisible hands, and a bald, burly man strode out with a powerful gait.

He wasn’t wearing the standard-issue academy combat suit, but a savage-looking suit of heavy, modified Leather Armor. On his chest, a menacing silver wolf-head badge glinted with a cold metallic light in the gloom.

"Someone from the Hunter’s Guild."

Zhang Hao lowered his voice.

"A Silver Level Hunter. His strength is at least Meridian Passage Realm Second Layer."

Following the bald man were three teammates, each exuding a fierce aura with eyes as sharp as daggers. They were clearly hardened characters who lived on the edge.

"A bunch of damn students, every one of you is a wuss."

The bald man’s scornful gaze swept over the surrounding student teams before he spat fiercely toward the Floating Islands.

"It’s just a flock of feathered beasts, isn’t it?"

"Is that enough to make you piss your pants?"

In a nearby team, a kind-hearted student couldn’t help but speak up.

"Mister, there are Tier Two Wind Falcon Kings on those islands. You can’t maneuver in a Wingsuit up there, it’s too dangerous."

"That’s because you hothouse flowers have shit skills and crap gear!"

The bald man let out a piercing sneer and slapped a metal buckle on his belt.

VMMMM!

A thick, pale yellow Energy Light Shield flared to life, enveloping his burly frame like a giant, inverted bell.

"A Tier Two Upper Grade ’Iron Wall’ Shield Generator."

Su Yue’s eyes glinted behind her glasses as she rattled off the specs with precision.

"Stable activation power, clear energy patterns, extremely high Defense Power. Ordinary Tier One Demon Beast attacks can’t possibly break through it."

The bald man, his face full of arrogance, slapped the light shield on his chest, producing a dull THUD, THUD sound.

"This tortoise shell of mine can take a few hits from a Tier Two beast like it’s child’s play."

"Once I charge to the first landing spot and slaughter those leaders, you little brats will know what the fuck ’professional’ means!"

With that, he roared at his teammates without turning his head.

"Clear the runway!"

"I’ll clear the way up front and draw their fire! You guys stick close!"

"Once we’re past this, we get first pick of the good stuff at the Wind Eye Market!"

"The Boss is mighty!"

His three teammates immediately cheered him on, deftly taking out tools to clear a clean runway at the cliff’s edge.

There were no Spiritual Energy Engines here. The most primitive explosive power was the sole criterion for life and death.

The bald man began to back up.

Ten meters, twenty, fifty...

He didn’t stop until he was nearly a hundred meters from the cliff’s edge.

His three teammates also lined up, giving themselves the same amount of distance for their sprint.

"HUUUU—"

The bald man exhaled a long breath. The muscles under his Leather Armor bulged like mounds of earth, and veins throbbed menacingly beneath his skin like writhing drakes.

The Inner Qi of a Meridian Passage Realm Second Layer expert erupted without reservation!

"Go!"

With a thunderous roar, the ground beneath his feet exploded into a spiderweb of cracks.

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

The heavy, heart-pounding footsteps sounded like the beating of war drums, each step leaving a shallow crater in the hard rock.

In just a few seconds, his speed surged to its limit. He became a blurry afterimage, charging straight for the cliff with the aura of a man bravely marching to his death.

Eighty meters.

Fifty meters.

Ten meters!

In the final instant before he shot off the cliff, his legs erupted with all their strength, stomping violently on the edge!

BOOM!

He actually stomped two footprints half a foot deep into the solid rock!

SWOOSH—!

Propelled by this terrifying explosive force, his entire body shot forward like a heavy cannonball leaving its barrel, instantly tearing through the air and leaping fearlessly out over the vast Cloud Sea!

"Deploy!"

In mid-air, he violently deployed his Wingsuit.

It was a specially modified, heavy-duty Wingsuit with an enormous wingspan, sacrificing flexibility for an ultimate glide ratio.

The immense lift instantly supported his heavy body.

"SKREEE—!"

The very instant he leaped into the air, the flock of Wind Falcons on the middle island exploded into a frenzy!

Hundreds of gray-white shadows blotted out the sky as they took flight, forming a cloud of death that swarmed madly toward him!

The overwhelming shrieks and oppressive feeling made the faces of many students at the cliff’s edge turn pale on the spot.

"Get lost!"

The bald man, instead of retreating in mid-air, pushed forward. He maintained his Shield with his left hand while his right brandished a large-caliber Spiritual Energy Hand Cannon, unleashing a furious barrage on the flock!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Blazing Energy Bullets exploded into balls of fire within the flock.

A few Tier One Wind Falcons at the forefront were blasted, sending feathers flying as they shrieked and spiraled downward.

More Wind Falcons fearlessly slammed into the pale yellow Shield, creating a dense, muffled patter like a hailstorm, but they could only produce ripples, unable to shake it in the slightest.

Relying on his powerful Shield and unrivaled initial velocity, the bald man actually managed to bulldoze a bloody path straight through the flock’s encirclement!

"Going down!"

Nearing the landing point, he abruptly retracted his Wingsuit. His massive body performed a savage flip in the air, and his feet smashed heavily onto the ground of the first Floating Island like two meteorites!

BOOM!

Dust and rubble flew everywhere.

A few Wind Falcons that didn’t take off in time were directly stomped into a bloody pulp!

"Haha! Touchdown!"

The bald man let out a wild laugh, his hand cannon roaring continuously, blasting the surrounding Wind Falcons that were trying to swarm him into disarray.

He stood his ground, the pale yellow Shield expanding to clear a Safe Zone three meters in diameter around him.

"All of you can just die!"

He drew a thick-backed cleaver as large as a door panel from his back. Infusing it with Inner Qi, a dark red blade aura flared out half a foot long!

SWISH!

SWISH!

SWISH!

With a few horizontal slashes, seven or eight Wind Falcons that charged forward recklessly were sliced in half at the waist, their hot, foul blood staining the rocks beneath his feet.

The originally savage and violent flock was actually intimidated by his overwhelming ferocity, momentarily hesitating to advance.

"Jump, now! I’ll cover you!"

The bald man turned and let out a victorious roar at his teammates back on the cliff.