The second battle ended with the Fire Clan suffering another complete defeat; none of the ten members of the Volcanic Rock Turtle group survived.
The Six Harmonies Heavenly Gate Formation was originally prepared to prevent the Ten Yan Huo People from escaping after being Samsara.
Unexpectedly, it seemed they had already used up their chance to Samsara resurrected, and none of the ten members were resurrected.
Fortunately, the Six Harmonies Heavenly Gate Formation wasn't entirely useless; it at least fooled a group of honest viewers and garnered a lot of goodwill for the Battle Heaven Pavilion.
The consecutive defeats left the Eight Great Imperial Clans looking rather grim.
Yan Feng, in particular, had a face almost covered in a layer of frost.
"It seems there's no other way but to let them out."
Yan Feng gritted his teeth. Although he was somewhat displeased, he still took out the communication spirit pearl and sent a message to the Turtle Field Clan.
Yan Feng came today without bringing the Turtle Field Clan with him.
After all, Yan Feng was unwilling to use this disgusting race unless absolutely necessary.
There was no other way, so they used the communication orb to notify the other party.
After issuing the command, Yan Feng retrieved the communication orb.
Sun Yuan looked at Yan Feng and asked with a smile, "Then can we begin the third battle?"
No rush!
Yan Feng waved his hand and looked towards Lin Heng: "Our people for the third battle are on their way, but while we wait, I'm interested in having another gamble with Pavilion Master Lin Heng."
Lin Heng raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing Yan Feng's restless little eyes. Seeing the boy's darting eyes, he knew Yan Feng was up to something again.
Lin Heng was puzzled. Was this guy really only happy when he was causing trouble?
How many bets have we made already? Have we won even once?
But then I thought, since they're practically offering themselves up for me to fleece, wouldn't it be a shame not to go along with it and rip them off?
"I'm certainly interested, but I don't accept just any prize."
Lin Heng said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Yan Feng's eyes lit up, and he grinned slyly, "Then let's bet on this third battle. I bet that none of Lin Heng's Battle Heaven Pavilion disciples will survive."
Hearing the other party's confident words, Lin Heng was slightly puzzled.
Having witnessed the fighting prowess of the Battle Heaven Pavilion disciples, how could Yan Feng still dare to make such a bet? Could it be that he is truly so confident about the third battle?
Lin Heng glanced at Situ Jiannan; last night, he had thoroughly investigated all the forces under the Fire Clan.
Faced with Lin Heng's questioning gaze, Situ Jiannan shook his head blankly.
Last night, he collected information on the forces under the Fire Clan. After reviewing all the forces, he still couldn't find any that could rival the disciples of the Battle Heaven Pavilion.
The reason for this is simply that the Fire Clan has hidden the Turtle Field Clan.
The other party did indeed offer generous tribute, which is why the Fire Clan agreed to protect them.
But it would be somewhat embarrassing to admit that such a disgusting race was under one's command.
Therefore, the Fire Clan arranged for the Turtle Field Clan to reside in a remote area, under the guise of other sects, allowing them to recuperate and rebuild their lives there.
That is why few outsiders knew that the Turtle Field Clan had submitted to the Fire Clan, Situ Jiannan naturally failed to find out this deeply hidden intelligence.
Lin Heng was even more puzzled when he saw Situ Jiannan shaking his head, but this did not affect his absolute confidence in his disciples.
"Alright, I'll take this bet. I bet that none of the people representing your Fire Clan will survive this battle."
Lin Heng accepted the bet.
When it came to discussing the stakes, Yan Feng made an outrageous demand, asking for all the stakes previously placed by all the sects.
That's a whopping million Source Stone! Even Lin Heng was stunned when he said that.
"What? Pavilion Master Lin Heng, are you afraid your disciples will lose?"
Using the same provocation tactic again, Lin Heng simply gave Yan Feng a disdainful look.
"I told you, you don't need to use such a low-level provocation tactic on me."
Lin Heng raised his doubts, "I accept your bet, but can you really come up with over a million Source Stone?"
Yan Feng hadn't considered this at all. In his view, the Turtle Field Clan was guaranteed to win, so why bother thinking about what would happen if they lost?
But if an explanation cannot be provided right now, the bet cannot stand.
Getting something for nothing is naturally impossible for Lin Heng.
After thinking for a long time, Yan Feng gritted his teeth and directly used his soul power to condense a contract.
Yan Feng then wrote a blood oath on the soul contract, and with a wave of his hand, sent the soul contract to Lin Heng.
Lin Heng took the soul contract and examined it.
Yan Feng really went all out this time, even offering the sect of the Eighth Heaven Fire Clan as collateral.
If he loses, he will use the entire sect of the Eighth Heaven Fire Clan to pay off this gambling debt.
It was precisely because the relationship was so important that he didn't say it directly, but instead wrote it to Lin Heng through a soul contract.
"Okay, I accept."
Lin Heng put away the contract and readily agreed.
Yan Feng didn't mention the contents of the contract, and neither did Lin Heng. Neither of them wanted to reveal it, since the other members of the Fire Clan would naturally disagree if they found out.
Yan Feng was afraid that the Fire Clan would stop him, and that the millions of Source Stone he had gained for free would go down the drain.
Lin Heng didn't mention it because he was afraid that the other members of the Fire Clan would stop him and cause him to miss such a good opportunity to suppress the Fire Clan.
Many people in the crowd became curious.
What exactly did Yan Feng write to Lin Heng that was worth millions of Source Stone?
Just as someone from the Fire Clan was about to ask a question...
Suddenly, hundreds of figures rushed in from the distant sky.
The opponent was extremely fast; almost as soon as they sensed their presence, they landed less than ten meters away from Yan Feng.
But when everyone saw who it was, whether they were from the Eight Great Imperial Clans or the Ascenders, they all showed anger.
" Turtle Field Clan, how dare you show yourselves?!"
Xiao Wuyu was the first to shout coldly, making a move to attack.
Yan Feng quickly reached out to stop him. "Brother Xiao, the Turtle Field Clan is now a subordinate force of our Fire Clan. Isn't it inappropriate for you to act rashly like this?"
"Your Fire Clan's subordinate forces?"
Xiao Wuyu frowned, coldly surveying the hundred Turtle Field Clan beside him, but ultimately decided not to continue the argument.
Yan Feng publicly acknowledged that the Fire Clan had taken over the Turtle Field Clan, which displeased the other factions present, but they couldn't say anything openly.
Sun Yuan, however, curled his lip in disgust. " The Fire Clan really has some heavy tastes. They don't care what it is, they just accept it all."
Sun Yuan was a straightforward person, and his words made Yan Feng's expression turn extremely ugly.
Looking at the other forces under the Fire Clan, on the contrary, they showed no anger, but their loyalty to the Fire Clan had decreased significantly again.