Stop Putting on Airs!

"Avoid his edge for now!"

This was Yang Zhe's command.

Clearly, Zhou Feng's current strength was beyond what ordinary people could handle.

Since that was the case, Yang Zhe had no intention of sending others to their deaths. The previous losses had already been great enough.

If they continued losing disciples, it would become even harder for the Far Eastern Land to break away from the Eastern Land.

The Dream Heaven Grand Formation required a vast number of people to unleash its full power.

And they had to be people united by the same ideals. Only by bringing together everyone who shared those ideals could the Far Eastern Land break free of its shackles.

This allowed Zhou Feng to proceed unhindered.

There was no one anywhere he went. More often than not, there were only traces, but no people.

At the same time, an intangible force kept compelling him toward a certain place.

"The more you want me to go there, the less I will!"

Zhou Feng could sense that unseen force continually forcing him toward a particular place.

His rebellious streak was instantly provoked.

It was time to settle things once and for all! Before leaving the Eastern Land, he would bring everything to a perfect end.

The Far Eastern Land! The Monster Alliance! Neither of them should exist.

"I need to become stronger! I need more resources! Only then can I go to the Central Plains!"

All the reservations in Zhou Feng's heart were completely cast aside.

"Draw a passive!"

Before putting his plans into action, he first drew a new passive.

His previous frenzied slaughter had filled the progress bar on the Skill Panel once again.

Ever since he began killing without restraint, the frequency at which he drew Passive Skills had grown higher and higher.

His