Kazama Cang's pupils shrank suddenly.
He felt it.
Underfoot.
Under the rocks, in the sea water, an aura that made his soul tremble was rising rapidly with an unstoppable attitude.
That's not a human scent.
It's Exotic Beast.
Martial Emperor level Exotic Beast!
Kazama Cang's face changed in an instant.
From indifference to horror.
He has lived for more than thirty years and has carried out hundreds of top-level assassination missions.
He killed Martial Saint Peak and Half-Step Martial Emperor.
He had never felt such a pure threat of death on any mission.
This aura is stronger than him.
Not stronger.
It's crushing.
"You... what are you hiding?!"
His voice trembled for the first time.
Lin Feng did not answer.
He has no obligation to answer to the dead.
He even took a step back.
Because he also wants to make room for Nether Flood Dragon.
It came up much faster than he expected.
Kazama Cang didn't hesitate any longer.
His hands suddenly clasped in front of his chest, and his fingers intertwined, interlocking together in an extremely weird handprint.
Buzz--!
All the energy and blood in his body rushed out at the same moment.
Blood vessels protruded from under the skin, like black earthworms crawling under the skin.
The pupils turned blood red.
The whole person's aura began to rise crazily.
Martial Emperor section.
Martial Emperor second section!
Still rising!
"Wind Demon·Forbidden Blood Defies Heaven!"
Kazama Cang spurted a mouthful of blood mist.
The blood mist did not disperse, but was condensed around him by an invisible force, turning into a blood-colored film.
Densely dense patterns of curse seals appeared on the film, and they were all beating violently.
This is the forbidden technique of Eastern Isles Black Division.
Burning one's own essence, blood and longevity, the combat power will be raised to a level far beyond its own limit in a short period of time.
The cost is irreversible.
But he couldn't care anymore.
Because the rock beneath my feet has cracked.
A dark purple light rushed out from Rift.
speed.
Lin Feng's Sixth-Grade Psychic Power didn't even have time to capture the complete trajectory.
Only a purple lightning burst from the ground was seen.
Just at this moment.
Kazama Cang's body is missing.
To be precise, it was knocked down.
Nether Flood Dragon's body exploded out from under the reef, and its size skyrocketed the moment it broke through the water.
The dark purple scales reflected the cold light in the night.
Its head hit Kazama Cang.
There was no sound at the moment of impact.
Because the sound has not had time to spread.
Kazama Cang's bloody film was as brittle as tissue paper in front of Nether Flood Dragon's dragon head.
Broken.
Not even any fragments were left.
At the same moment that the film shattered, Kazama Cang's body was swallowed up by Dark Purple Dragon Breath that spewed out of Nether Flood Dragon's mouth.
Dragon Breath didn't last long.
One second.
Only one second.
Dragon Breath dissipates.
The rock Kazama Cang was standing on, as well as all the ground within a dozen meters behind him, disappeared.
It was replaced by a hemispherical pit with a diameter of more than twenty meters.
The inner wall of the pit is as smooth as a mirror. It is melted by high temperature and then cooled instantly, forming a black ground.
Where is Kazama Cang?
Gone.
Not even any bone residue.
Not even breath.
It's as if this person never existed.
Lin Feng stood there, still holding Star Dragon World-Extinguishing Spear in his hand.
His expression froze.
For three whole seconds, he didn't move.
Not afraid.
It's a shock.
He knows Nether Flood Dragon is strong.
It is not surprising that the Exotic Beast of the Martial Emperor level reverted to Martial Emperor and crushed the human Martial Artist of the same level.
But this is too strong.
Kazama Cang is also part of Martial Emperor.
He also prescribed forbidden spells.
The breath once climbed to the second stage of Martial Emperor.
One second.
Just one second.
There's not even a scrap left.
Lin Feng lowered his head and looked at Nether Flood Dragon squatting on the edge of the pit.
Nether Flood Dragon shrank back into a cat-like size and licked its paws quietly.
Dark purple vertical pupils looked at Lin Feng with a harmless expression.
"..."
Lin Feng was silent for two seconds.
"Leave me a whole body from now on, and I'll still have to search for things."
Nether Flood Dragon tilted his head.
Didn't seem to understand.
Lin Feng sighed.
Forget it.
He turned and walked towards the edge of the pit.
Kazama Cang's body indeed has nothing left.
But outside the pit, there were a few fragments scattered on the charred ground.
Lin Feng squatted down and picked it up.
They are the fragments of the two scimitars on Kazama Cang's waist.
The blade was burned by Dragon Breath until only a small section of the handle remained.
A miniature storage jade is embedded at the end of the handle.
The storage jade was not completely destroyed.
Most of the outer shell is broken, but the internal storage space is still there.
Lin Feng's spiritual power seeped into it.
There isn't much inside.
Three bottles of Elixir have been damaged by high temperature.
A scroll.
The scroll is made of special material, resistant to high temperatures and well preserved.
Lin Feng Take out the scroll and unfold it.
Eastern Isle text.
He couldn't understand the whole content, but part of it was marked in the Dragon Kingdom.
That's a set of coordinates.
There is also a name.
"Nanjiang, Ye Chuxia."
Lin Feng's finger stopped at this name.
Ye Chuxia.
Nanjiang Military Region Vice Chief of Staff.
Xue Fengshuang's direct superior.
The name on the list of hidden stakes sent by Elder Zhou.
Now it appears again in the information scroll of Kazama Cang.
Coincidence?
Impossible.
Lin Feng turned over the scroll carefully.
The coordinates point to a deep mountain in the hinterland of Nanjiang.
The marked content is very brief.
"Material transfer is on the fifteenth day of every month."
Material transfer.
Ye Chuxia is not only a hidden stake of Hidden Cultivation Society.
She is also providing logistical support to Eastern Isles Black Division.
Double agent.
Lin Feng Put the scroll into Storage Ring.
Stand up and look south.
Nether Flood Dragon squatted at his feet, and the dragon's tail lightly swept the ground twice.
The communicator was taken out of the pocket.
I sent one to Elder Zhou first.
"Kazama Cang, killed, Eastern Isle uninhabited island stronghold has been cleared."
"Another: Kazama Cang's personal information points to Nanjiang Ye Chuxia. She is also transferring supplies to Eastern Isles Black Division."
Elder Zhou's reply came back almost instantly.
"I have informed the center about Ye Chuxia, but the situation at Nanjiang is complicated, and there is someone standing behind her."
"I can't move at the moment."
Lin Feng stared at the words "I can't move temporarily" for two seconds.
He tapped his fingers on the edge of the communicator.
The second message was sent to Duan Hongyuan.
"Nanjiang, Ye Chuxia."
"I'll go."
Duan Hongyuan has a shorter reply than Elder Zhou.
There are only two words.
"Wait for me."
Lin Feng put the communicator back into his pocket.
He bent down and picked up Nether Flood Dragon.
Nether Flood Dragon curled up in his arms, her dark purple scales cold.
Earth Dragon floated up from the bottom of the sea, the dragon's head poked out of the water, and its four claws grabbed the rocks on the edge of the island.
Fierce Vulture swooped down from a high altitude and landed on the dragon's back.
Lin Feng turned over Earth Dragon.
I looked back at the uninhabited island that had become ruins.
Forty-three corpses.
A Martial Emperor.
A stronghold.
All cleared.
"Let's go."
Earth Dragon turned around and broke through the waves in the direction of the mainland.
Nanjiang.
Here he comes.