Yang Zhen, with overwhelming murderous intent, was chasing Ling Feng like crazy.
Ling Feng did not dare to fight head-on, so he could only continue to urge the Thunder God's shadow to retreat. Boundless murderous intent shrouded him. From time to time, a few wind sword auras scraped against Ling Feng's body, leaving deep scars visible on his bones.
This Yang Zhen is completely crazy.
"Are you crazy enough? Junior Brother Yang!"
A low roar exploded like thunder on the ground. After all, Song Feilian could no longer acquiesce in Yang Zhen's crazy behavior, and slapped Yang Zhen hard with his big hand.
This move seemed very powerful, but in fact it was just to force Yang Zhen back and prevent him from continuing to pursue Ling Feng.
Unexpectedly, Yang Zhen used his backhand to shatter Song Feilian's palm, and at the same time, he swept his sword across. A wisp of bloody sword energy rubbed hard on Ling Feng's back, almost knocking Ling Feng off the sky.
"Yang Zhen, you would not be a gentleman if you don't take revenge! Just wait!"
Ling Feng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and using his last bit of strength, he used his "Thousands of Transformations", turning his body into thousands of rays of light and disappearing from the spot.
At the same time, Song Fei Lianfei stepped forward and saw that Yang Zhen was still chasing Ling Feng. He waved his big hand and held Yang Zhen down, saying in a cold voice: "Why are you so crazy?"
"Senior Brother Song, this person is simply a traitor. I am going to clean up the traitors. What's the problem?"
Yang Zhen stared at Song Feilian and said bitterly.
"Traitor?" Sein Feilian was furious, "If you had joined forces with me just now, Winter would be a prisoner under the command now. I want to ask you, what are your intentions?"
"I!"
Yang Zhen clenched his fists, "Huh! I have my own intentions!"
"Forget it!" Song Feilian shook his head and said in a deep voice: "In that case, I think Junior Brother Yang doesn't need me as a burden to you anymore. You can do whatever you want."
After saying that, Song Feilian rose into the sky and said loudly: "Disciples, those who want to leave with me, please stand up!"
As soon as Song Feilian spoke, more than half of the disciples immediately expressed their willingness to leave with Song Feilian. As for Yang Zhen, he was so abnormal that he was no longer reliable.
In the end, there were only about thirty disciples left, still following Yang Zhen. They were all trusted disciples trained by Yang Zhen in the Palace of War and were extremely loyal to him.
Among them, Yu Wenliang was included!
"Humph! Let's go, let's go, everyone!"
Yang Zhen snorted coldly. He didn't have the courage to intercept Song Feilian, so he could only wave his sleeves and return to the camp he had set up before. So far, he was still not ready to evacuate this place!
Song Feilian shook his head, no longer had any hope for Yang Zhen, and flew out of the valley with about fifty disciples.
Donghuang Xuanyi flew to Song Feilian and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Song, what should we do now? Our disciples are severely scattered now. If we encounter barbarians or monsters, I am afraid we will have to be slaughtered by others."
"Yang Zhen is indeed too abnormal this time. Now, Junior Brother Donghuang, you send a few disciples to gather some of the disciples who left before. We will first camp on a mountain top in the east, where the view is slightly wider.
If something happens, we can find it out immediately."
"In addition, Ling Feng has already understood all the enemy's plans, so we must join him as soon as possible."
"Yes." Donghuang Xuanyi nodded. He did have some small prejudices against Ling Feng before, but when it came to big issues of right and wrong, he was not unable to understand the situation.
However, at this moment, Ling Feng's situation was not good.
No, I should say yes, it’s very bad!
"puff!"
Hundreds of miles away, Ling Feng finally appeared, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Yang Zhen's last sword almost split his body in half. If his body refining skills were not low and his physical strength was far beyond that of ordinary monks, he might have really lost his life this time.
"Yang Zhen, you'd better pray that you don't fall into my hands, otherwise I will put you in a dilemma of life and death!"
Ling Feng took a deep breath, took out some pills and drank them, barely suppressing the injury. Yang Zhen's strength was indeed terrifying, and he would need to adjust his breathing for at least three days before he could fully recover.
However, fate played a joke on Ling Feng.
At this moment, two sounds of piercing the sky suddenly came from the distance, and surprisingly, Emperor Winter and Druk also flew in this direction.
"Damn, my life is really hanging by a thread this time!"
Drucker was so frightened that he almost died at the hands of Seinfeldian.
"Hmph, luckily the crystal scarab sent the message back this time, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to arrive in time to save you."
Winter took a deep breath and said slowly: "Fortunately, I have planted a hidden weapon in the Palace of War. Otherwise, if Yang Zhen and Song Feilian join forces, I will be in danger."
Ling Feng was about to run away subconsciously, but when he heard the conversation between Winter and Drucker, he couldn't help but listen.
Their subsequent conversation will most likely reveal who is the traitor in the Palace of Conquest.
"That dark chess piece is..."
Just when Emperor Winter was about to speak, his voice suddenly stopped. Winter shouted loudly, and then he struck out a huge boulder in the distance with his palm.
After the boulder, there is naturally Ling Feng!
"Too careless!"
Ling Feng secretly sighed that he was unlucky. Normally, he could hide his aura very well, but at this moment, he was seriously injured and his energy and blood were disordered, so he could not hide it well at all.
Ordinary people may not be able to spot it, but Winter is, after all, a monster-level emperor!
"Boy, it's you!"
Winter's eyelids twitched, and he immediately stared at Ling Feng coldly, with boundless murderous intent looming over him.
"It's true that there is a way to heaven if you don't take it, but there is no door to hell and you just barge in!"
The muscles on Drucker's face twisted, "Boy, you will die!"
Ling Feng's pupils shrank suddenly. In his current state, he might not be able to resist any Great Emperor's attack, not to mention that the opponents were Winter and Drucker!
Unlucky, really unlucky!
It's no wonder that Ling Feng's escape route before subconsciously led him to a place where monsters were suppressed, and the two of them happened to return the same way. In this case, it would be difficult for them not to run into each other.
Facing the ferocious Druk, how could Ling Feng dare to confront him head-on? Purple meaning flashed in his eyes, and he quickly used the Petrified Eyes, which was enough to delay him for three breaths. In three breaths, Ling Feng had already opened some distance.
Then, Ling Feng quickly took out the bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow. Although he was very weak at the moment and the power of the soul-chasing arrow he shot was limited, it could delay the attack for a while.
"Still want to do the same thing again?"
Emperor Winter snorted coldly, and his figure rose into the sky. Suddenly, billowing black energy swept across him, and his whole body was like an ancient god and demon, about to destroy the world with a wave of his hand.
"Die to me!"
Winter's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent. If Ling Feng hadn't interfered, their plan would have been flawless. But at this moment, even if the monster was awakened, it would no longer be able to cause catastrophe to the disciples of the Hall of War.