Chapter 101: The Monastery

Watching the retreating figure of the Iron Tower Giant, Hu Feng took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the ground, guarded by the Tree Demon, the Djinn, and the Horror Knight Commander.

As long as there was even a slim chance, he would not allow the Iron Tower Giant to rescue the dying Cold Moon City Lord and let a tiger return to the mountain.

Unfortunately, in the battle with the Cold Moon City Lord, although he had seriously injured the other party, he had also suffered significant injuries and was on the verge of collapse. His body was covered in cracks resembling dried earth and stained with blood. In the final clash with the Iron Tower Giant, the Butcher, he appeared to have gained the upper hand, but secretly, he was already on the edge of total collapse and had no strength to pursue.

His power scattered, the figures of the Eight Demon Gods dimmed, his meridians burst, and even the Prime Realm, this alternate dimension within his body, nearly collapsed and was annihilated…

Hu Feng carefully examined the injuries inside his body, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became.

This move, Death Sacrifice, had unparalleled attacking power, but the price was indeed too high.

If the Cold Moon City Lord’s strength had been even a little stronger, and he had held on for just a few breaths, Hu Feng would undoubtedly have ended up dead. His body, covered in wounds from head to toe, seemed like a sieve with shocking injuries everywhere. Fortunately, although he had not killed the powerful enemy, the Cold Moon City Lord, on the spot and failed to eradicate the roots, he had snatched the Death Oak. He now possessed another treasure.

Heavy!

This was the greatest impression the wooden sword, the Death Oak, gave to Hu Feng.

This ancient-looking wooden sword seemed light, but when held in the hand, it felt as if he were carrying a heavy mountain peak. Ordinary people who accidentally picked up this treasure probably wouldn’t even have the strength to lift it.

It seemed that any powerful treasure possessed extraordinary spirituality. Although Hu Feng held it, the Death Oak constantly trembled, as if it wanted to break free from his hands and fly away, somewhat similar to the Dark Heavenly Book in the past. Holding it in his hand, a trace of mysterious and profound aura of destiny rushed to his face.

“A small wooden sword, daring to be so presumptuous!”

Hu Feng snorted coldly. With a ‘swish’ sound, a ball of hot Angel Flame erupted from his fingertip, enveloping the constantly jumping Death Oak, and he slowly increased the power. While burning it, he erased the Divine Sense imprint left by the Cold Moon City Lord on the wooden sword, slowly refining this wooden sword. With the experience of refining the Dark Heavenly Book, he was much more skilled in the process.

Ding…

Under the burning of the Angel Flame, the trembling of the Death Oak became weaker and weaker, until finally, it turned into a wisp of green light and entered Hu Feng’s body. Instantly, a massive amount of power surged within him. Unlike the violent Barbaric Divine Power, it was as gentle as a light breeze after rain, and wherever it passed, his injuries healed rapidly.

His originally hard bones and sinews were tinged with a touch of green, like green crystals. In the Void, a wisp of inexplicable aura came, and the phantom of the Great Mystery Demon God, whose energy was depleted, recovered first, his figure becoming more and more solid. Blurred pictures appeared in his mind; in the depths of the rolling mountains, the massive Oak Trees stretched endlessly. Under the sky-covering Oak Trees, the figures of Witches could be vaguely seen.

“Death Oak, Witch Mountain Range… Could it be, this wooden sword is a treasure of the Witch Clan that has fallen to the outside world?”

Hu Feng’s heart moved. As he cultivated and healed, he silently deduced. At the same time, the Cold Moon City Lord, Irgos, in the distance, turned pale, spat out a mouthful of blood, and completely lost the connection to the Death Oak.

“Damn it, the Death Oak has actually been refined by him!”

The Cold Moon City Lord’s face was full of grief and indignation, and he ground his teeth in anger.

This wooden sword was not only his greatest treasure but also related to the true whereabouts of his father.

His only son, Lasalle, had died at Hu Feng’s hands, the castle that had been inherited by his family for tens of thousands of years was destroyed by him, and now, the only legacy left by his father had been taken away…

The once lofty Cold Moon City Lord now looked like an injured beast, trembling with pain in every hair follicle. With blood and sweat deep hatred, he swore that one day he would repay this in thousands of times to Hu Feng, making him taste this kind of pain.

Watching the painful Cold Moon City Lord, the Iron Tower Giant walked swiftly with a deadpan expression. “Irgos, you should be very grateful that what was refined by him was just a wooden sword, and not your body. An Evil Prodigy encountered once in a thousand years in Black Horn, of course, is not that easy to deal with. Your best choice now is not to go back and seek revenge from that Blackwater, but to think about how to quickly improve your strength after returning to the War Soul Hall. Otherwise, without your enemy lifting a finger, you will die in the upcoming Blood Trial!”

“Black Horn?”

The Cold Moon City Lord was stunned, his eyes widening in confusion. “Lord Butcher, are you saying that that Great Demon Head is from Black Horn?”

“Of course, otherwise, back then on Saintess Peak, why would Hei Mu risk angering Puppet Ancestor Igula to protect this little guy?”

The Iron Tower Giant did not pause, leaping over the desolate Gobi like a leopard. “Of course, according to Black Horn’s usual custom, this Blackwater fellow is very likely currently undergoing training in the Wasteland and is not yet a real member of the Black Horn Team. Irgos, if you don’t cultivate harder, when Blackwater returns to Black Horn and undergoes the Death Baptism to become a real Dead Warrior of Black Horn, your chance for revenge will be even thinner. If you haven’t personally fought against those madmen of Black Horn, you will never know how terrifying those guys are!”

…

The voices of the two grew smaller and smaller. The Iron Tower Giant traveled day and night, moving further and further away from Cold Moon City.

After losing a large number of troops, the army attacking the city killed with red eyes and launched a bloody massacre under the cover of night. All civilians and military personnel who resisted stubbornly were killed on the spot, without taking a single prisoner. Smoke rose everywhere in the huge castle, and the situation was in complete chaos.

After refining the Death Oak, Hu Feng did not have time to completely heal his injuries and quickly came to the City Lord’s Mansion, which was covered in blood, to command the Undead Army to search every corner. Unfortunately, apart from mountains of Crystals and weapons and equipment, there were no valuable treasures. He only found a blurred map in a secret room.

This was an old piece of parchment, mottled in color, with a corner torn off. Based on the marked locations, it seemed to be a map of the Witch Mountain Range, but unfortunately, there were only a few strokes, showing only a general direction.

“Perhaps this is the crudest map on the continent!”

Hu Feng shook his head, put away the parchment, disguised himself in the darkness, and went alone to the monastery in the northwest corner of the castle.

At his order, the attacking army spared this Holy Step building and did not rush in to burn, kill, and loot, but sporadic battles were still unavoidable. From a distance, one could see layers of figures inside the Monastery. The Faith-guarding Knights, who were usually lofty, looked at the situation as a major enemy, with strict defenses.

“Hold it! If you move forward again, we will shoot arrows!”

Hu Feng hadn’t even gotten close when a sharp crossbow bolt suddenly appeared, ‘swishing’ deeply into the ground, only half an inch away from his toe. A triangular-faced man with a cold expression popped up from the wall, his Killing Intent fierce, standing next to a group of nervous Faith-guarding Knights, each holding a strong bow. As soon as he gave the order, a rain of arrows would be shot out immediately.

“Assassinating a Divine Official is a capital crime!”

Hu Feng’s face remained calm, and he continued to walk forward, taking out a Divine Official token he had managed to get in Wuhai Town from his chest.

In order to heal the Holy Angel Taliana as soon as possible, he was about to leave Cold Moon City and head to the distant Witch Mountain Range. Before leaving, he planned to take one last look at Ophelia, who was recovering from her injuries in the Monastery.