The appearance of the three Spirit Kings made Lin Feng’s squad’s expression slightly serious, but there was no fear.

This was their first real battle against Spirit King powerhouses.

In the Land of Chaos, they had hunted over twenty Kings, but they all seemed to be Martial Kings.

There might have been Spirit Kings as well, but they couldn’t be identified.

Due to the strong spatial suppression, Spirit Kings’ Life Souls couldn’t be released in the Land of Chaos, making them no different from regular Demon Spirit Masters.

However, in the eight-star level Space Gate, the suppression is still there, but not as strong; Life Souls can be released, though their power is somewhat diminished.

If it weren’t for the spatial suppression, they wouldn’t dare fight three Spirit Kings, not even one, they would have to flee.

"Three forces, huh?" Lin Feng was also somewhat surprised.

The three Spirit Kings had one wearing a white mask, another a black mask, and the other a Fierce Ghost mask.

Clearly, these were leaders from three different forces.

Fishing out three big fish wasn’t surprising, because Lin Feng knew the big fish were far from just these three.

Around them, there were many others watching from the shadows.

Three big fish aren’t considered many.

In Lin Feng’s view, facing the bounty worth billions, if it weren’t for the spatial suppression, even an Emperor might appear.

The stronger the power, the greater the expense; even an Emperor doesn’t necessarily have assets worth billions.

Lin Feng was surprised that throughout, these three Spirit King powerhouses behaved no differently from ordinary masked people, only until all their teammates had perished did they gather together and suddenly reveal their Life Soul.

Perhaps those who had already died didn’t realize there were Spirit Kings in their ranks.

"Quite ruthless!"

Yun Tianqi looked at the three Kings and exclaimed.

In his view, the three Spirit Kings withholding action wasn’t only to preserve power but also to use their teammates’ lives to deplete their Spiritual Power and Soul Power, possibly with the thought of keeping the bounty for themselves.

Forty sacrifices of eight and nine grades, even if not enjoyed by one person alone, still returns a substantial amount of power.

The Soul Power and Spiritual Power were not only unexhausted, but even swelled within the body, refining the body, slowly strengthening it, the clogged meridians continually flushed open...

This rapid increase in strength was addictive.

He Jun’s body trembled slightly, the bizarre patterns on her face and exposed skin seemed to sink into the flesh and subtly circulate, the skin slightly recessed and bulged, looking somewhat horrifying.

The black shadow behind her, initially only two meters high, now became larger and more solid.

However, besides Lin Feng, the others still couldn’t sense the terror of this Demon Spirit.

"Indeed not a typical Sixth Grade; no wonder they dared enter the eight-star level Maple Forest."

Among the three Spirit Kings, the white mask’s eyes showed suspicion, and he spoke with a serious tone.

As Spirit King powerhouses, to avoid competitors, they initially planned for a quick battle, with no intention to hide their power, but seeing Lin Feng’s squad’s strength, with their subordinate easily slaughtered, they chose to hide till the end.

The strength of Lin Feng’s squad not only exceeded their expectations and even made them feel intimidated.

"He’s hiding power, at least a Seven-Star Demon Spirit Master, maybe even an Eight-Star Demon Spirit Master!"

The black mask sneered, exuding an ominous killing intent, though his voice also carried a hint of shock and incredibility.

Earlier, Lin Feng’s squad had six people truly in action, with Bu Zheng mostly on defense, protecting other team members.

The actual hunters were only five.

Yun Tianqi and Ye Xing, as Glory Alliance’s top ten All-Stars, were naturally unquestioned in strength.

Lin Feng, Yun Kai, and Ye Qiu, although only 20 years old, according to information, Lin Feng had just broken through the Divine Fist Realm and possessed six Soul Skills, that is, a Six-Star Demon Spirit Master.

Yun Kai and Ye Qiu, weaker than Lin Feng, were merely Fifth Grade, but the power of their Soul Skills just released was no weaker, perhaps even stronger.

Many of their subordinate Eight-Star Demon Spirit Masters were easily slain.

Refining the Earth Chart Demon Spirit, the prodigies have the right to challenge beyond their level, even two levels higher.

Even with advantages in Demon Spirit and Soul Skill grades, such light crushing was impossible.

Martial Artist realms can be discerned by their attack styles.

For example, the Sixth Grade Divine Fist Realm can release the Hundred-Step Divine Fist. The Seventh Grade Flying Realm can condense Spiritual Power Wings.

While Demon Spirit Master’s realms aren’t so easily discernible. Because below Spirit King, the strength of Demon Spirit Masters is merely differentiated by the number and power of Soul Skills.

And these can be hidden.

Hence, they were uncertain about Lin Feng’s trio’s true strength, knowing it surely wasn’t as simple as the information suggests.

Even in the chaos, they were uncertain about who released Resentful Spirit and Fat Thorn?

It seemed to be Lin Feng’s bubble attack, but it’s known Lin Feng had already absorbed six Soul Skills, lacking Resentful Spirit and Fat Thorn.

"Earth Chart’s Wind-Fire Two-headed Dog, Ninth Tier Thunder Nether Serpent, Ninth Tier Black Demon Ape."

Lin Feng watched the Life Souls of the three Spirit Kings and slowly spoke.

Compared to Martial King, Spirit King powerhouses are stronger and rarer.

To any force, Spirit King powerhouses are the pillars.

Spirit Kings are scarce, and since the refined Demon Spirits have been exposed, investigating their identities isn’t hard.

Among these three people, Lin Feng happens to know one.

"Guardian of Night City, Xu Feiying."

Lin Feng looked at the eerie face under the Thunder Nether Serpent, slowly saying.

This eerie face has always remained silent, perhaps intending to hide its identity.

"Since you recognized me, why did you still reveal it?"

Hearing Lin Feng’s words, the eerie face no longer intended to keep its identity secret, directly removed the mask, revealing an older person with somewhat dark skin.

The elder seemed helpless as he spoke.

There’s no one among the Twelve Base Cities’ guardians who wouldn’t recognize him; the elder is indeed Xu Feiying, as Lin Feng mentioned, causing Yun Kai and others to show expressions of anger and disdain.

"A city’s guardian is a traitor, how pitiful!" Lin Feng mocked.

He thought this time he might catch people from the new world, assassins, the alien race, Apostle candidates, perhaps even an Apostle, but didn’t expect to catch a Guardian.

Lin Feng detested people who no longer had any baseline or beliefs, capable of selling their own souls.

To Lin Feng, such people are far more loathsome than the alien race.

Xu Feiying’s eyes remained apathetic in response to Lin Feng’s ridicule, saying without care:

"Don’t use ’traitor’ to describe me. I’m not part of the ’New World’. I’ve been to the Land of Chaos and killed quite a few aliens; I simply want your head."

"The alien race is about to invade, and you’re only Sixth Grade, no time to grow, so why not give your head to me? I’ll certainly be more valuable than you!"

Hearing this reply, Lin Feng smiled, neither refuting nor arguing.

Whether or not he’s a traitor is meaningless, because for those daring to attack him, there’s only one outcome.

Lin Feng’s lips curved into a smile: "Come and get it if you’re able!"

Xu Feiying ignored Lin Feng’s provocative words, under suppressed power, three Kings could retreat safely but couldn’t be a match for Team Lin Feng.

"Not coming?"

Lin Feng looked at Xu Feiying and asked, just as he unleashed the substitute soul skill.

Xu Feiying’s eyes shifted, the giant snake shadow outside him shimmering slightly, finally settling.

"Lucky kid."

He said to Lin Feng, "Your substitute soul skill is useless against us, don’t waste effort."

Lin Feng felt a bit disappointed, yet not surprised.

He was merely probing ahead of time.

The substitute soul skill, although a Divine Level soul skill, isn’t easy to forcibly apply to a Spirit King given Nightmare’s power.

Lin Feng suspected it wasn’t ineffective against a Spirit King, but rather had no effect outside of the life soul.

"Are you all planning to continue watching?"

As the illusory snake’s head changed direction, Xu Feiying glanced slightly behind him: "If you keep watching, then we’ll leave!"

"Ha ha!"

Just after the words fell, accompanied by a thunderous laugh, many figures darted forth, appearing on the branches to surround Team Lin Feng.

Although only nine in number, and without exhibiting power, each one’s presence alone brought a disturbing pressure, giving Lin Feng the sense they are even more formidable than the three Spirit Kings.

As these nine appeared, Bu Zheng’s face altered slightly.

"I recognize three Apostles, among the remaining six, one is a Martial King!"

As the nine appeared, Bu Zheng had already appeared beside Lin Feng, whispering.

Finally, they’re here!

Apostles!

Not just four!

Lin Feng slightly turned, letting his gaze sweep over the faces of these nine, seven men and two women, none wearing masks, meaning they aren’t worried about exposing identities.

"Good thing we didn’t act!"

On the branches, overlooking the ruins’ scattered remains and nearby scattered corpses, Xu Xu’s eyes held surprise.

"What a pity."

Beside Zhou Feng, a bald man muttered.

Despite being rivals, he actually admired Lin Feng.

Three Spirit Kings, five Apostles, two Martial Kings, plus these two candidates, totaling twelve people.

Twelve people with only six Kings, the remaining six all possess King Level might. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

In this combination, if in the wild, don’t speak of Team Lin Feng, they could even hunt Emperors.

He couldn’t conceive how Team Lin Feng could escape!

Sons of Heaven refining Ninth Tier and Earth Chart Demon Spirits, falling here, indeed lamentable.

If engaged with Team Lin Feng for ten years, likely they’d still not be a match!

Under the gaze of twelve, Lin Feng’s expression remained exceptionally calm, scanning the crowd, then smiled, his understated tone carrying an icy killing intent: "Whoever comes, will die!"