"Just watching this makes my balls hurt!"

Seeing their companions in such miserable states, many felt a shiver run down their spines, starting to regret this.

"They are not just mere Sixth Grade!"

Someone shouted loudly.

If they were merely Sixth Grade Demon Spirit Masters, even if they refined an Earth Chart Demon Spirit, the power of their soul skills wouldn’t be this terrifying.

"Haha!"

Laughter echoed as Ye Xing’s foot stamped the ground. His body shot up like a cannonball, carrying an overwhelmingly fierce momentum, landing heavily between three people.

Boom!

When Ye Xing landed, the earth trembled, rocks flew, and the three hurriedly evaded. One didn’t evade in time and was caught by Ye Xing’s arm, with no power to resist, flung fiercely onto the ground, unable to even scream, already in a shape unfit for a human.

"Roar!"

A roar erupted as a person appeared before Ye Xing like an enraged tiger. His hand had transformed into sharp claws, aiming for Ye Xing’s eyes with a whistle.

He knew he was no match for Ye Xing in close combat, so he targeted the vulnerable eyes.

As long as he succeeded, Ye Xing would be blinded, no longer a threat.

But Ye Xing tilted his head, dodging directly.

The attack missed, and the person didn’t continue attacking. He ducked, avoiding Ye Xing’s attack, and tried to escape. However, as Ye Xing’s right foot stomped heavily on the ground, a shockwave caused the person’s body to tremble, forcing him to cough up blood, after which Ye Xing kicked him, sending him flying dozens of meters, crashing into a tree and turning into a pile of gooey mess.

The Glory Alliance’s number one Berserker was now showcasing his violent aesthetics.

Seeing Ye Xing approach, the masked men scrambled to dodge. No one dared engage Ye Xing in close combat, nor was anyone a match for a single move. Constantly, some were kicked away, others smashed into the ground, with wails filling the air, as Ye Xing swiftly weaved through, causing chaos.

Yun Kai and Ye Xing’s actions made it impossible for the opponents to regroup easily.

But soon, Ye Xing was forced to halt. A patch of black mud appeared underfoot, covering his lower body. The viscous mud made it hard for Ye Xing to move, and it was climbing up his legs, trying to engulf him entirely.

At the same time, vines appeared, curling towards Ye Xing’s body.

A shrill wind howled, and wind blades shot towards Ye Xing. Restricted by the mud, Ye Xing could only raise his arms to protect his vital parts.

Blood splattered, leaving numerous gory wounds on Ye Xing’s arms. The next second, a ’Green Hat’ glowed, and the wounds began to heal gradually.

Ye Xing wasn’t Yun Kai; although he possessed immense strength like a Frenzied Giant Beast, he didn’t have invulnerability.

Seeing Ye Xing trapped, three men suddenly appeared in front of him, and their sharp swords aimed for Ye Xing’s heart and other critical areas.

"Get lost!"

Yun Tianqi appeared in front of Ye Xing, his green eyes icy, and his scythe-like forearms shot out, dancing rapidly. Green blades of light flashed by, so fast they left only afterimages.

The vines were severed. Facing three masked men, one against three, Yun Tianqi wasn’t at a disadvantage at all.

"Come up!"

Just as Ye Xing was still struggling, a light tapping sensation hit his arm. Three semi-transparent strands of spider silk appeared on his arm.

Ye Xing followed the silk up, seeing Huang Tianze’s silhouette flashed by, the silk connecting to the trunk of a tree.

Pulling with force, the silk’s tremendous durability provided Ye Xing a point of leverage, allowing him to leap, breaking free from the mud’s restraint.

Upon landing, Ye Xing stamped the ground once more to launch himself again. As the mud scattered, his frame crashed down, the ground cracked underfoot as if venting the frustration of being confined. Ye Xing roared with anger, leaping at someone, fists pounding like a cannonball into the person’s chest.

The person’s terrified eyes released a barrier, raising arms in an attempt to block, but the barrier shattered easily. His arms, facing the terrifying force, were left dangling with a cracking sound, devoid of strength to resist. His chest caved in, and he was flung ten meters away, crashing into a tree, maple leaves falling as the masked man slumped motionless to the ground.

A series of sharp swords howled through the air, Yun Kai employing Sword Control Technique, not to harm the enemy but to create opportunities for his teammates.

At this time, Lin Feng’s injuries had recovered, and alongside Ye Qiu, they charged fiercely at the enemy.

Many bubbles floated around, occasionally accompanied by explosions. The masked men dismissed the bubbles at first but soon regretted it deeply.

Almost simultaneously, behind five masked men, a semi-transparent white ghost appeared. The curse took effect, causing their soul power and qi and blood to drain massively, while three people swelled like they’ve been bloated.

Haunting wails filled with pain and fear resounded, prompting many to turn around in alarm. Ice spikes protruded from the screaming people’s bodies, making them look like ice hedgehogs from afar.

"Fat Hedgehog," someone exclaimed in horror.

Fat Hedgehog, a rare parasitic soul skill, even a Purple Gold skill, notorious as one of the most insidious and cruel soul skills.

No one expected that Lin Feng’s team had someone who absorbed such a sly soul skill.

And the resentful spirits were equally insidious.

"Die!"

The tragic loss of his teammates made the person wearing a fierce ghost mask roar in anger. The man had already entered a demon transformation state. He charged towards Lin Feng, his hands like withered wood, swinging down fiercely. Countless sharp leaf-like blades were rapidly spinning towards Lin Feng’s body at high speed. These blades looked incredibly sharp, moved at incredible speed, and were numerous, enveloping Lin Feng as if about to slice him into pieces.

Lin Feng didn’t care about this, a substitute soul skill was activated, and Yun Kai appeared in his place.

The spinning blades continually cut against Yun Kai, sparks flying everywhere.

"Damn it!"

An opportunity that could have killed Lin Feng, or at least severely wounded him, was thwarted due to the substitute soul skill.

"Ah!"

Shrieks of agony rang out continuously. Two more people were enveloped in pitch-black flames. Although someone used a water series soul skill to try to extinguish it, it was ineffective.

The screams lasted only a few seconds before stopping. The two turned to ashes, leaving no bones behind. Despite this, the black flames continued to burn the ground, creating a crater.

"Hell Dragon Flame!"

Seeing Ye Qiu covered in thorns and spewing black dragon flames, people couldn’t help but retreat.

The Thorny Demon Dragon’s innate soul skill, a divine level soul skill.

Legendary flames that cannot be extinguished.

"Escape!"

Faced with the miserable states of their teammates, someone finally showed fear and couldn’t help but flee.

Once the first person fled, the second soon followed.

In front of the bodies, they finally understood that Lin Feng’s team was not a mere appetizer but a group of monstrous killers.

They dared to attack Lin Feng’s team only because they assumed Lin Feng’s team was weaker. Even though Yun Kai and others had refined an Earth Chart Demon Spirit, their level was relatively weak, certainly not strong, and with their numerical advantage, hunting Lin Feng’s team shouldn’t be difficult.

Rarely were there other competitors.

But now, it appeared Lin Feng’s team was not weak but terrifyingly strong.

Just Lin Feng, Bu Zheng, Yun Kai, Ye Qiu, Ye Xing, and Yun Tianqi’s actions alone were too much for them to handle.

Lin Feng glanced up slightly, watching the first person fleeing, already flapping their wings wildly in mid-air, his eyes cold.

"Come back."

Lin Feng said calmly, and the next moment, his figure appeared in mid-air.

The person fleeing appeared beside Ye Qiu. Without turning, Ye Qiu spun around, and a thorn-covered dragon tail swept with a gust of wind. The mask fell off, and red and white fluid splattered like a bursting watermelon.

The other fleeing person suddenly fell to the ground, a bloody wound appearing on their throat.

"They’re all maniacs, each bloodier than the last!"

Yang Ningbing opened a barrier, protecting He Jun and Little Sister Dong, watching this scene and couldn’t help but comment.

Feeling a spontaneous, returning power within his body, Yang Ningbing surveyed the surroundings.

There were three teams with three types of masks, totaling over forty people, leaving only three people now.

These three gathered together, standing side by side, each with a massive beast-like silhouette surrounding them.

One of them was a demon ape, towering three meters high, its phantom body burning with black flames.

The one in the middle had a black and red dual-headed giant hound manifested outside.

The last one’s exterior materialized a giant snake covered entirely in green scales, the snake measuring two meters long, its scales sparking with arcs of electricity.

"Three Spirit Kings!"

Lin Feng looked at the three, his gaze turning somewhat heavy.

The demon spirit solidifies into a life soul, can be externalized, to aid in attacks, which is the mark of a Spirit King.

The big catch he had been anticipating had appeared.

And three at once.