On the outskirts of the Black Wind Mountain Range, ancient trees towered into the sky.
Following the mission's guidance, Lin Feng arrived in an area frequently haunted by the Blood Wolf Pack.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and the unique rank stench of wolf-like demonic beasts. Chaotic claw marks and gnawed beast bones could still be seen on the ground.
He did not immediately begin searching for the wolf pack. Instead, he flitted through the forest like a ghost, pushing the Breath Concealment Art to its limit as his spiritual power spread like an invisible spiderweb, carefully sensing everything around him.
Sure enough, in less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, he detected something unusual.
About half a mile behind him, two exceedingly concealed auras were following at an unhurried pace, using the terrain and vegetation as cover.
Their tracking skills were quite refined. If not for Lin Feng's spiritual power far surpassing those of his rank, and for his prior vigilance, they would have been extremely difficult to detect.
They're here... Lin Feng's gaze turned icy, but his heart remained utterly calm.
The auras of those two came from the same source as the Shadow Kill Pavilion assassins he had encountered before—cold and sharp. Both were Peak Martial Artists.
He pretended not to notice and continued along his planned route. He even deliberately exposed several "flaws," such as briefly stopping beside a stream and leaving behind seemingly careless traces, leading the two assassins toward a rocky valley he had already chosen, enclosed by cliff walls on three sides with only a narrow entrance.
That place would be the grave he had prepared for them.
Half an hour later, Lin Feng was "coincidentally" surrounded in that rocky valley by a group