Chapter Twenty-Five: Enclosed Space

  Wu Daode glared at Zhang Feng, staring fiercely at him.

  Sworn brotherhood with Qing Long, I will avenge my son's death!

  Now Wu Daode knew that Qinglong's strength had become even stronger in the past few days, and just now, with one blow, he understood that if they started fighting, he would definitely die.

  Moreover, Qing Long didn't know what kind of protection he had, and in the camp battle, he wasn't punished by the guards, which made him even more fearful.

  Wu Daode quietly looked at Zhang Feng, controlling his anger.

  More and more people around received the news and gathered over.

  The dagger is back, and it's already at odds with the people of the Covenant again.

  Big news!

  Not long ago, the majestic scene of Qinglong single-handedly challenging the dagger was still unforgettable to many people. Now, seeing Qinglong again, he is even more excited.

  The people around gathered more and more, and the stabbers became more arrogant.

  Ci Dao returned this time precisely to destroy the Covenant and kill Qing Long.

  And Lao Da is right here, since we've already started fighting, we must eliminate Qing Long now.

  These little brothers around him are a symbol of status, and more than 20 little brothers have already armed themselves, waiting for the boss to give the order before taking action.

  The atmosphere on the scene was tense. Wu Daode raised his big hand, clenched his fist and gritted his teeth: "Qinglong, wait for me. Let's go."

  All the younger brothers were stunned silly.

  The big brother has always been overbearing and invincible, always taking the initiative to attack, why did he become weak today?

  Wu Daode left, and it was only then that his younger brothers reacted.

  The momentum of just now is gone, one by one hanging their heads and not daring to look at Qing Long.

  "Wu Daode, control your subordinates well. If you harm another one of our allies, I'll destroy your camp once again." Zhang Feng shouted from behind.

  "Ah!"

  Wu Daode recalled his son's miserable death, who was forced to suffer internal injuries and spat out blood. He trembled with rage, pointing at Zhang Feng and shouted: "Qinglong, you just wait! Today's grudge and the grudge of killing my son, I will return them together. You can just wait for the alliance treaty to be trampled on!"

  " Bah! You want to trample on the treaty, do you know where the treaty is?" Just then, Lu Jun and Li Laoshi arrived, and upon hearing Wu Daode's shouting, immediately retorted.

  "You——" Wu Daode was choked and couldn't speak, his finger pointing at Lu Jun's hand trembling violently.

  "You, what are you? I'm telling you, I am the Xuanwu of the Covenant." The army said with a fist on his chest armor: "But I won't say where the base of the Covenant is."

  "Ah!"

  Wu Daode spat out another mouthful of blood, this time from rage, and was directly knocked unconscious.

  "The army commander shook his head and said, 'Tsk, tsk, you're not even a real man, can't even take this much. Get out of here with your boss, one more second and I'll beat you to death.'"

  The arrogant and proud young men had completely lost their momentum, and Wu Daode was carried away amidst the jeers of the crowd.

  Zhang Feng put away his long spear and rushed to Zhao Weiguo, saluting him: "Mr. Zhao, since you know my identity now, I don't know if the alliance invitation has formally invited you to join, do you agree?"

  "Join the Covenant?" Zhao Weiguo's expression was very calm.

  Having been in Morgan Conglomerate for over twenty years, he had seen all sorts of storms and there were few things that could surprise him.

  Zhao Weiguo indeed had no good feelings towards the bayonet. He also perfunctorily treated Wu Daode, because he didn't want to join the bayonet.

  But the covenant is different.

  The covenant in Zhao Weiguo's eyes is very mysterious and has a strong temptation for him. Especially the actions of the covenant, although there is no reason to take the lead for others.

  But Qing Long single-handedly killed a dozen or so dagger-wielding men for the sake of an injured Covenant member, not even fearing their threats.

  This made Zhao Weiguo always feel that the Covenant was a good organization.

  It's just that in this era, the role of a merchant is too small, and he never thought that this powerless old man would attract the attention of the Covenant.

  When Zhang Feng extended the invitation, Zhao Weiguo was really stunned.

  The army also stepped forward politely, lowering his posture and said: "Mr. Zhao, we sincerely invite you to join us."

  The crows and sparrows make no sound all around.

  Innumerable people looked at Zhao Weiguo with envy.

  This powerless Zhao Weiguo unexpectedly gained the favor of the Covenant, they really couldn't believe it.

  They also want to join, but they can't even find the door.

  This made them feel even more that the Covenant's recruitment was harsh, and they secretly vowed to become stronger.

  Zhao Weiguo stood up and said: "Let's go into the tent to talk."

  Zhang Feng was overjoyed.

  Because of this, Zhao Weiguo's representative does not oppose joining the covenant.

  Lu Jun Dao said: "Qing Long, you and Zhu Que go in, I'll stay outside with Bai Hu to prevent anyone from eavesdropping."

  Zhang Feng nodded and entered the tent first under Zhao Weiguo's invitation.

  "Mr. Zhao, let's get straight to the point," Zhang Feng said directly. "We have a sum of money that requires someone like you to help manage."

  "How many." Zhao Weiguo furrowed his brow, not objecting but instead asking for a number.

  This indicates that Zhao Weiguo has agreed to join the alliance.

  "One thousand one hundred and twenty-five kilograms of gold, sixty-three kilograms of platinum. I hope Mr. Zhao can manage this money well."

  Zhao Weiguo's heart skipped a beat as he said, "So it was you who have been secretly hoarding gold these past few days?"

  He was quite surprised. This is a wealth of 200 million, and these people found him, which he did not expect.

  "Not bad. We learned about the value of gold through special channels and started hoarding it."

  Zhao Weiguo's face suddenly turned cold and he said: "That fat guy who came to me to buy gold is also one of your people, right?"

  "Sorry, Mr. Zhao." Zhang Feng said apologetically: "We also came to find you because of his introduction."

  "Hmph, that little fatty is quite capable, to actually swindle gold from me." Zhao Weiguo smiled instead of getting angry: "Alright. I'll agree to your terms. But how will you calculate our compensation?"

  "Please name your price, sir," said Zhang Feng. "As long as I can afford it, that's all that matters."

  Zhao Weiguo said seriously: "My home is in another city. If one day we have the ability to leave here, I want you to take me back home."

  "Sir, please rest assured that if one day we leave this city, we will definitely take you home."

  Zhao Weiguo picked up two books and said: "I believe you. The Covenant of the Green Dragon, I hope that one day you will fulfill what you said today."

  "That means Mr. agreed."

  "Come on, take me to see that little fatty."

  Zhang Feng let out a long sigh of relief, finally settling the matter with Qian.

  With Zhao Weiguo managing this money, he can now focus on his cultivation.

  These days, because of the dagger and gold, he has thrown his cultivation aside.

  With these gold coins, he won't have to worry about upgrading his weapons anymore.

  And with Zhao Weiguo's ability, starting from scratch with these golds is already a big move.

  "As Zhao Weiguo said: 'Give him enough time and he can use this money to monopolize all the enterprises.'"

  Having worked in Morgan's powerful monopoly enterprise for too long, he understood monopolies and what kind of monopolies were profitable.

  After tidying up and replenishing some food, Zhang Feng found Arroyo and said: "Mr. Arroyo, I'm here, please send me to the isolation area."

  "Respected warrior, you've finally arrived." Arojo saw Zhang Feng and immediately happily put down the task in his hand.

  Aro said, handing Zhang Feng a scroll: "Use this scroll. At midnight at twelve o'clock, you will be transmitted to the closed space. If you don't come out before dawn, the scroll will automatically bring you out until your next night can enter."

  "I understand, Mr. Arroyo." Zhang Feng nodded and took over the scroll.

  It's almost midnight now. Zhang Feng added some crossbow arrows and waited quietly for 12 o'clock to arrive, then immediately opened the scroll.

  A white light enveloped him in a scroll, quickly pulling him into a dark space.

  Zhang Feng's location was a circular altar, the altar was shrouded in light. In the dim light outside, countless figures were constantly swaying.

  However, they ignored Zhang Feng's existence and did not approach the altar.

  Zhang Feng used reconnaissance on the human figure.

  Lost Soul:

  Rank: Ten.

  Attribute: Darkness.

  Souls wandering in the darkness can't find their way home. They become increasingly lonely and brutal, tearing apart any life that approaches them.

  Darkness is life.

  Zhang Feng took out the Golden War Blade, this war blade not only reached the rank of Golden Two-Star, but also had an additional thirty seconds within which it could infinitely unleash Split Wind Slash. At the same time, it had a 105% increase in damage to dark-type enemies.

  In conjunction with the 30% increased damage from Archangel, this totals to a 180% increase in damage. This attribute is just what's needed here.

  Zhang Feng held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, quietly watching as souls wandered around the altar.

  A tenth-level monster; Zhang Feng didn't dare underestimate them until he had figured out their attributes.

  He stared at the figure wandering around, a lone figure appeared in front of Zhang Feng.

  Zhang Feng strode out of the altar with a swift and fierce pace, his knife slashing towards the figure.

  The figure also saw Zhang Feng and rushed up with a wave of his arms.

  A sharp blade sliced through the top of a figure's head, splitting it in two.

  At the same time, the figure's arms struck his armor without causing any harm.

  The figure rapidly contracted and formed a black crystal the size of a cat's eye that fell to the ground.

  Soul of Death:

  A soul that has thoroughly died. They no longer wander, nor will they ever be lost again. Bring it to the altar of the dead and you shall be able to summon the great spirit of K'drel.

  What is Kedreral?

  Is it BOSS?

  Zhang Feng put away the black crystal and confirmed that these level 10 monsters couldn't cause him too much harm, feeling relieved.

  At this time, a squeaking voice in Zhang Feng's armor attracted him.

  Xiao Hei crawled out for the first time and threw the sealed book page to Zhang Feng, then greedily sucked in the black air on the ground.

  During this time, Zhang Feng didn't move Xiao Hei at all, letting the little scorpion hide in his clothes and evolve.

  Now this little black one has stopped growing, but its shell has become as dark as iron.

  As Xiao Hei continued to absorb the black air around him, his shell suddenly made a crackling sound and began to split open.

  Xiao Hei was growing rapidly. In less than two minutes, his body had already grown to the size of a millstone, and the small protrusions on his back had taken on the embryonic form of reverse spikes.

  Red Venomous Flame Scorpion - Juvenile Stage (Growing Pet)

  Rank: Second

  Growth attributes: 2.15.

  Passive Skill - Insect Intimidation, applies 100% intimidation to insects of the same level, making them unable to move, attack or change state. The effect is reduced by 50% on insects one level higher than itself, weakening their abilities by 50%. The intimidation has no effect on insects two levels higher than itself.

  Active Skill - Crimson Flame Pillar, with flames generated by itself sprayed out through the scorpion's tail, effective range is ten times its body size. The Crimson Flame Pillar comes with a fire poison effect, and those attacked will be burned by the fire poison, requiring fire resistance to withstand. Deals 60 points of flame damage.

  Rank increased, growth attributes increased by 2.15.

  At the same time, the flame damage of the scarlet fire pillar also showed a numerical value, sixty points of flame damage.

  Until Xiao Hei's body stopped growing, it excitedly waved a pair of paws and chirped.

  The cry attracted a black shadow over.

  Xiao Hei's twin scorpion tails shot out two small fire pillars, each about the thickness of a finger.

  A flame pillar pierced through the dark shadow without any hesitation, leaving two holes on its body.

  The soul let out a loud cry and pounced on Xiao Hei without any fear.

  Xiao Hei's twin scorpion tails shot out column after column of flames, firing like a machine gun and riddling the dark shadow with holes.

  The dark shadow quickly shrank and transformed into a black crystal.

  "Ha, got another helper." Zhang Feng looked at Xiao Hei and smiled as he patted Xiao Hei's head.

  Xiao Hei was enjoying himself so much that he just stayed there motionless, humming away.

  At this time, a chaotic footsteps and heavy breathing sound getting closer and closer.

  "Hurry up, the altar is near. Everyone hurry up." A weak voice shouted out loud.

  "Damn it, why do we have to go to the secondary battlefield? I was doing so well in the tertiary battlefield. Why do we have to sneak out of this damned enclosed space?" Another voice roared, complaining non-stop.

  "The meaning of the above, whoever dares to disobey. The third-level battlefield has already allowed us to control one-third, and there is not much space for further development. The closed space of the fourth-level battlefield has not been opened, we can't go, so this time our sneak attack on the second-level battlefield is to quickly occupy the entire second-level battlefield before others can open the closed space."

  "Even Lian Xue Dao Zhang Lao has gone to the second-level battlefield, what are you complaining about, hurry up."

  "Ah! You bunch of bastards will get what's coming to you, I'll be waiting for you here."

  A blood-curdling scream, followed by the sound of gnawing.

  "Go, go quickly, while the meat attracts the soul, hurry up and get in."

  The chaotic footsteps and loud shouting voices made Zhang Feng hear clearly.

  The two words "Blood Knife" directly stimulated Zhang Feng's nerves.

  The bayonet did not come from the secondary battlefield, but those bayonets that kept emerging in the camp were actually from the third-level battlefield.

  Moreover, the enclosed space unexpectedly had a function connected to the battlefield, which was beyond his expectation.

  He thought he was the first person to open up a confined space, without realizing that someone had already opened it before him.

  How did they know the enclosed space was connected there?

  How did they know the coordinates?

  The dagger became very mysterious in Zhang Feng's eyes.

  Dozens of figures are running in the dim space, with thousands of souls chasing behind them, screaming.

  A figure suddenly swung a person it was holding in its hand backwards, and immediately heard the sound of biting and screaming.

  "Altar, altar." More than a dozen people who saw the altar shrouded in radiance shouted out.

  The person holding it in his hand threw them all behind him one by one, and then jumped into the light.

  Five or six people were devoured by the souls, leaving no bones behind. Suddenly losing their target, they cried out in frustration and gradually dispersed.

  "Haha, successfully sneaked across."

  "Damn it, beauty, I'm here. Now the secondary battlefield must be ours."

  "It's so liberating to be here. Wow!"

  A dozen big men, covered in sweat, excitedly howled at the altar.

  But unaware of the darkness at the edge of the altar, a war knife had quietly been chopped out.