Chapter 89: The Pitiful Tree Demon

The terrain inside the Chaos Burial Valley was complex, and a large number of Dark Knights wandered there; none of these power ful Undead Creatures could be missed.

Hu Feng was in no hurry, wandering slowly around the periphery of the valley. The range covered by the Dark Mist outside his body grew larger and larger, slowly spreading over more than half of the valley. The closer the distance to him, the thicker the mist became, so thick that one could not see their hand in front of their face. Under the cover of the thick fog, he sniped at lone Dark Knights and took the opportunity to refine them into powerful War Puppets.

A single War Puppet had limited use. But after gathering twelve War Puppets to form a puppet squad, their combat power was not to be underestimated.

The Tree Demon Stanley was responsible for attracting the attention of a Dark Knight and luring him into the encirclement covered by the mist. The puppet squad, which had been waiting for a long time, surged out, instantly killing the lone Dark Knight without the power to fight back. Hu Feng, lurking to the side, turned him into a puppet with almost no effort.

Under the cover of the mist, the team around Hu Feng grew larger and larger, like a killing machine swallowing up one lone Dark Knight after another.

The more War Puppets he refined, the clearer the phantom of the Grand Puppet Demon God in his body became. From the Void, a trace of ancient and mysterious aura came, seeping into Hu Feng’s body, and the phantom of the Grand Puppet Demon God within him became vivid and solid. With a grab of his large hand, a black thread sank into the minds of the Dark Knights, instantly controlling their consciousness and bodies. The attack was traceless, making it impossible for the Dark Knights to defend against.

“Puppet Ancestor, hmm, I wonder to what level that old fellow has cultivated his Grand Puppet Technique?”

Thinking of the Puppet Ancestor Igula whom he met on Saintess Peak that day, Hu Feng felt high-spirited and had the idea of fighting a great battle with him to avenge the ambush he suffered back then.

For a hateful enemy, simply killing him was not the most satisfying way to vent hatred.

The more powerful and proud the opponent was, the more one had to surpass him in the aspect he was proud of, and then humiliate him before killing him brutally. That old fellow, Puppet Ancestor Igula, was insidious and despicable. If Sword Saint Hei Mu had not taken action in time, he and the Tree Demon would have been refined into puppets by him and controlled by him. For such an old fellow, the best way was to refine him into a puppet and let him taste the feeling of being at the mercy of others.

After a successful strike, Hu Feng led the puppet squad to leave quickly, looking for the next prey. After turning around a mass grave, he looked at a Dark Knight squad patrolling not far away and had a sudden idea.

“Little Demon, lure that squad of Dark Knights over here!”

Hu Feng quickly adjusted his strategy and began to speed up the sweep of the Chaos Burial Valley.

Looking at the cold squad of Dark Knights not far away, the Tree Demon lost heart again, “Lord, that… that is a whole seventeen Dark Knights!”

After the tough tree roots were cut off, they could grow back quickly, but every time a section was cut off, it consumed a lot of Magic Power and vitality. Rushing up like this, it was likely that he would be hacked to death by the Dark Knights with random blades immediately. The Tree Demon was extremely reluctant in his heart. He was a Fourteenth Step creature after all, yet he did not expect to only be used as bait. He ran slower than the Dark Knights, was not allowed to fight back, and even had to deliberately bleed a little every time to stimulate the Dark Knights to chase him; it was so aggrieving!

“Hehe, Little Demon, who told you to have so many tentacles? It won’t kill you if a few are cut off. If you don’t go, who will? If you keep dawdling, be careful that when we return to Blackwater City, the beauty waiting for you on the bed, clean and ready, will turn from a tall and sexy Dark Elf into a floating Yin Soul!”

Hu Feng smiled and commanded more than ten War Puppets to scatter quickly and lie in ambush.

Yin Soul?

Imagining the scene of a few Yin Souls floating around while he was sleeping, the Tree Demon shivered all over, “I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go right away. I’m so pitiful, God, I’m the most pitiful!”

Under Hu Feng’s gaze, the Tree Demon had no choice but to force himself to rush up, baring his fangs and claws. With a ‘whoosh’, dozens of tree roots suddenly emerged from the ground, suddenly entangling the Ghost Warhorses under the Dark Knights’ crotches. After a sneak attack, he turned his head and ran, getting faster and faster. Unfortunately, no matter how fast he was, he could not outrun the enraged warhorses. With a few ‘cracks’, the tree roots that could not be withdrawn in time were all cut off. Behind him, many Dark Knights chased up viciously!

Roar…

The leading Dark Knight roared, leading many knights to raise their knight blades high, flashing with cold light. With a sudden thrust, he crashed into the encirclement in the darkness, just about to cut off the Tree Demon’s thigh with a single stroke. A silver light flashed before his eyes, and suddenly twenty-something Dark Knights identical to himself appeared, similarly raising their sharp knight blades high.

Mirror Puppet!

Hu Feng was prepared and summoned the Djinn Queen Cindy out, instantly summoning twenty-something Mirror Puppets. By the time the Dark Knights struck with full force and discovered that these were just mirrors, it was already too late. From the darkness, a squad of Knight Puppets suddenly rushed out, forming a sharp triangular charge formation, quickly disrupting their formation. Using the impact force of the slope, they directly knocked the Dark Knights who could not dodge in time off their warhorses. Before they could stand up, their bodies shook, and a silent black line appeared on their foreheads.

True and false, the continuous Mirror Puppets attracted the vast majority of the Dark Knights’ attention and attacks!

With the assistance of the Djinn Cindy, the puppet squad displayed amazing combat power, making Hu Feng’s Grand Puppet Technique never miss. Soon, there were more than a dozen powerful War Puppets in the team.

Lurking, luring the enemy deep, sudden attacks…

In this way, Hu Feng slowly advanced toward the Temple of Terror in the depths of the valley. Low-level Undead Creatures like Skeletons and Zombies were directly crushed. The powerful Dark Knights were either swallowed in one bite using the Great Devour Technique or refined into cold and powerful War Puppets using the Grand Puppet Technique. Slowly, more and more Dark Knights gathered around him.

Under the shroud of the thick Dark Mist, the journey was thrilling but safe, but a strange sign quickly aroused Hu Feng’s vigilance.

In some places, for some reason, lay the corpses of Dark Knights. Some had their heads cut off with a single blade, and some had their bodies torn to pieces alive. The blood had not yet coagulated, seeming to have just died not long ago. No traces of fighting could be found on the battlefield; it was simply a one-sided massacre. What was even more bizarre was that almost every one thousand six hundred meters, the same phenomenon appeared. The closer to the Temple of Terror in the depths of the valley, the more Dark Knights lay on the ground.

“Could it be that someone killed their way in ahead of me?”

Bending down to carefully examine the wounds on the Dark Knights, Hu Feng’s face turned cold.

A trace of obscure aura remained in the air, tiny, weak, barely visible, but the energy fluctuation it contained was exceptionally domineering and fierce, giving a sense of strong danger. That feeling of dominance and fierceness was vaguely familiar, but he could not remember it for a moment.