The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 1496: A Grim Situation

"Phew!"

Ling Feng drew in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling utterly refreshed. His strength had surged, and now that he had returned in full force, it was time to settle old scores.

The priority now was to find some disciples from the Hall of War and learn about the current situation. If Yang Zhen had truly been controlled by some barbarian gu technique, then anyone still staying with him would be in grave danger.

Ling Feng did not care much about others, but people like Chu Tiange and Feng Ling were his companions. He did not want anything to happen to them.

After a moment of thought, Ling Feng looked down at the shark beast beneath his feet and asked, "Zifeng, how long can you maintain control over this fierce beast?"

"The essence of Parasitism is devouring the host's life force and converting it into my own. As long as I do not abandon this body, with its vitality, I can maintain control for at least half a year."

Zifeng chuckled.

This little fellow's appetite was clearly growing. Even a Great Emperor level fierce beast could only sustain it for half a year.

"Half a year is enough."

Ling Feng nodded. "Zifeng, do not abandon this body for now. Keep controlling this fierce beast and lie low in the nearby waters. When the time comes, I will lure Wen Te and Yang Zhen here. With you controlling this beast and me working alongside you, dealing with two experts at Wen Te's level should not be a problem."

"Oh..."

Zifeng nodded. "Alright then, Master. I will stay here for now. But I cannot fully bring out this beast's true strength, so do not expect too much."

"It is fine. With this beast's brute physique alone, it can stand there and take hits from Wen Te while buying us time."

"Master, you are treating me like a punching bag!" Zifeng immediately complained.

"It is not your body, so why do you care?"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes, tapped lightly on the shark's back, and said calmly, "Zifeng, take this beast down and hide. Wait for my signal!"

Through their spiritual consciousness connection, they could communicate within a certain range. In this Hunting Battlefield, that was far more reliable than any communication treasure.

"Alright!"

Zifeng controlled the shark beast, nodding its massive head before sinking into the depths. It even cunningly concealed its aura.

"With that fierce beast's power and Zifeng's control, dealing with Yang Zhen should be easy. The only question is whether Wen Te is still alive!"

Ling Feng shot into the sky and flew into the clouds, silently analyzing the situation.

"What is certain now is that the Hall of War's strongest fighter is Song Feilian. Yang Zhen is effectively an enemy now. When the final battle comes, the Hall of War will have to face not only the Fox Clan Great Emperor, but also Yang Zhen. If Wen Te is still alive, then Song Feilian facing three opponents of similar strength alone is almost impossible."

The most likely outcome would be that Song Feilian and one of those experts would end up severely injured, leaving the remaining party to reap the benefits.

Activating his Boundless Vision, Ling Feng began searching for traces of Hall of War disciples or Wen Te and the others.

...

Somewhere within the Hunting Battlefield, in an extremely concealed location.

"Less than twenty people left?"

Song Feilian's face looked slightly pale. Around him stood several Great Emperor level experts, including Donghuang Xuanyi.

Many of their brothers had fallen during clashes with the demon race. When they chose to enter the Hunting Battlefield, they should have already been prepared for death, yet facing it in reality was another matter entirely.

After separating from Yang Zhen's group, Song Feilian gathered the scattered disciples and managed to form a team of over fifty.

Over the past ten days, they had clashed repeatedly with the demon race. Although Song Feilian's strength allowed him to repel them each time, his tactical ability was lacking. Time and again, he fell for their provocations and lost men.

The enemy had used simple diversion tactics, yet Song Feilian had fallen for them repeatedly. The fact that he had not been reduced to a lone commander by now was largely thanks to Donghuang Xuanyi holding things together.

Now, morale was low. Both Song Feilian and the others wore grim expressions.

What weighed on them even more was the news they had learned a few days ago.

At the canyon where Yang Zhen and Wen Te had massacred over thirty Hall of War disciples, they found a survivor barely clinging to life. From him, they learned a shocking truth.

Yang Zhen had betrayed them!

He had joined forces with Great Emperor Wen Te.

This revelation made an already dire situation even worse.

After that incident, Yang Zhen and Wen Te had not made any further moves. It was clear they were waiting for the final clash between the Hall of War and the demon race so they could strike at the decisive moment and seize the victory.

Two Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes level early-stage Great Emperors working together would be devastating.

From a certain perspective, the barbarians and the demon race were still allies. Whether they truly cooperated was another matter, but their side effectively had three experts on par with Song Feilian.

No matter how one looked at it, the Hall of War's chances of victory were slim.

"Perhaps there are still some scattered disciples out there, but they cannot contribute much."

Donghuang Xuanyi shook his head. "It has been ten days, and Ling Feng is still nowhere to be found. I suspect he may have already died at Wen Te's hands. Wen Te and Yang Zhen working together is simply just too terrifying!"

Song Feilian sighed. "My moment of hesitation led to this situation. If I had insisted on taking everyone with me, they would not have been killed by Yang Zhen. And Ling Feng... I should have kept him with us!"

"There is no point saying that now." Donghuang Xuanyi spoke. "Who could have expected Yang Zhen to betray us?"

As the supreme commander, his betrayal at such a critical moment was catastrophic. Without Ling Feng's earlier actions, they might have died at the hands of the ancient demon or been wiped out in that canyon.

"Junior Brother Donghuang, what are our chances if we continue fighting?"

Song Feilian clasped his hands behind his back, his expression heavy. Even he was beginning to feel despair.

"Senior Brother Song, if even you give up, then there is no hope at all."

Donghuang Xuanyi clenched his fists. "As long as the Hunting Battlefield has not ended, we still have hope. No matter what, we still hold a numerical advantage. If we can minimize losses, then perhaps in the end..."

He sighed softly.

"We can win through numbers!"

That was the only method he could think of. It was not honorable, but whether in direct confrontation or ambush, their current strength and morale made victory through skill unlikely.

The only saving grace was that their location was extremely well hidden!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky, and tension instantly spread through the group.