Chapter 1219 - 1218: The Trail of the Black-Clad Men

Chapter 1219: Chapter 1218: The Trail of the Black-Clad Men

"With our strength, not only can we not help you, but we might even become a burden!" Les, the Saint Heir, said insincerely, "I think it’s best if we leave now."

"Oh, that’s how it is." Ling Feng nodded and said, "But since you’ve already made up your mind, then let’s part ways here. Coincidentally, there are two paths here, how about we each take one?"

Les was stunned for a moment. He hadn’t expected Ling Feng to let them go so easily this time. Was there some trick to this? Otherwise, why would Ling Feng be so agreeable?

"Did I hear that right?" Les looked at Ling Feng somewhat incredulously, "You’re really letting us leave?"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes and said, "When did I ever imprison you? Leave if you want!"

Actually, Ling Feng initially wanted to bring Les and his group along because, after all, Les and his group were also experts in the Demi-God Domain, and there was strength in numbers. If they encountered danger, at least they could lend a hand.

But after the encounter with the Blood Phoenix, Ling Feng’s heart suddenly opened. Though more people meant greater strength, it also meant more burdens! Moreover, Ling Feng knew that Les, the Saint Heir, was unlike the Bright Saintess; he had his own agenda.

So keeping Les by his side was like placing a time bomb, not knowing when it would go off. Rather than that, it was better to let them leave, which could also speed up Ling Feng’s team.

Having reached the peak of the Demi-God Domain strength, Ling Feng felt he had ample power to reach his destination.

Les and his group left, and both parties breathed a sigh of relief.

"Everyone, now we need to travel as fast as possible!" Ling Feng looked up at the crowd and said, "We still have a lot to do."

Having obtained the Phoenix Essence Blood, Ling Feng’s task was half done. The remainder was to find the Sealing Array and stop those mysterious people from destroying it.

Ling Feng’s group passed through several forests, and Little Black’s expression suddenly became solemn: "Young Master, I smelled the scent of those black-clad people who attacked me! They just recently left here."

𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Ling Feng’s eyes lit up, having found the trail of the black-clad men, so finding the Key should soon follow.

"Which direction did they go?" Ling Feng asked.

Little Black pointed in one direction, saying, "It’s right here!"

Following Little Black’s gaze, Ling Feng found that direction led to an ice mountain. Was the Sealing Array hidden beneath this ice mountain?

Though it wasn’t yet certain, since they found the trail of the black-clad men, they must catch up and retrieve the Key!

"Let’s go, let’s catch up, I want to see what cards these black-clad people still have!" Ling Feng said in a deep voice. Meanwhile, the words of one of the black-clad men began to echo in Ling Feng’s ears again.

"Mad Doctor, I don’t care where you are, if I, Ling Feng, could kill you once, I can kill you a second time! Just you wait!"

Heading towards the ice mountain, they soon arrived at the foot, not even ascending yet, when everyone felt chilling cold penetrating their bones.

Moreover, this cold was so strange that it could pass through their defenses, directly stimulating their bones and souls.

After all, almost everyone present was a master in the Half-Body Domain, ordinary cold wouldn’t affect them.

"It’s really cold, I feel this cold drilling into my bone crevices!" Mona Lisa shivered and said, "There’s something wrong with this cold."

"This is the chill of Mysterious Ice, ordinary Vital Energy is ineffective against it!" Ling Feng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

Feeling the cold rushing towards him, Ling Feng’s expression became slightly dazed. He remembered that exquisite face and recalled that gentle yet strong silhouette.

"An Lan!" Ling Feng murmured under his breath.

Since parting at the snow mountain, Ling Feng hadn’t seen An Lan again, and Ling Feng knew An Lan, as the Witch of the Snowman Tribe, wouldn’t abandon her responsibilities! Ling Feng had tried several times to find her, but various matters kept delaying him.

Moreover, Ling Feng was very aware that he didn’t know how he should face An Lan.

"If... if I can return from the alternate dimension, I will definitely find you, An Lan!" Ling Feng vowed silently in his heart.

"Let’s ascend the mountain; staying here any longer will only get colder!" Ling Feng said, then began heading up the ice mountain.

The wind mixed with cold cut like daggers against their skin. Even the powerful Knight of Light showed signs of struggle.

"Little Black, look after the others; the path ahead is slippery, everyone be careful where you step!" Ling Feng said in a deep voice.

At this moment, the Bright Saintess pointed ahead and suddenly shouted: "Look, there’s someone there!"

Someone? Everyone quickly looked over, discovering that indeed there was a figure ahead, the person was leaning against a rock wall as if trying to avoid the wind and snow.

"Could it be a black-clad person?" the Bright Saintess asked nervously.

Ling Feng shook his head, "I don’t know, but judging by the clothes, it doesn’t seem like... no, that person has no life force, is he a dead man?"

Upon closer inspection, Ling Feng realized this was someone who had been frozen to death by the cold! His body was stiff and frozen like an ice block. He showed no signs of injury, yet his face had a look of surprise, making it hard to tell just by appearance that he had frozen to death.

"This is someone from the Hand of Death!" Ling Feng noticed the insignia on the man’s clothes and said in a deep voice, "If I’m not mistaken, this should be a master from the Hand of Death, Troll Qiangshi!"

The Bright Saintess exclaimed, "I’ve heard of Troll Qiangshi, it’s said his body was modified to be impenetrable, even stronger than the mythological trolls! Could it be..."

At this point, the Bright Saintess’s voice carried a tremor, "Even Troll Qiangshi was frozen to death, Ling Feng, could we also die on this ice mountain?"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, the cold inhaled making his mind clearer: "Don’t worry, with me here, you won’t freeze to death! Also... I don’t believe Troll Qiangshi died from this cold!"

"Because otherwise, it doesn’t explain the surprised look on his face!" Ling Feng said in a deep voice, "On this ice mountain, there may be dangers we can’t even imagine!"

As the words fell, a feeling of apprehension appeared in Ling Feng’s heart.

Ling Feng instinctively dodged to the side, and where he originally stood, a massive ice spike had appeared, glinting with cold white light, seemingly akin to the gaze of the Death God.