Wang Jialin coughed twice before saying, "Twenty minutes ago, a mysterious martial artist dressed in black with a blood-red mask suddenly broke into the base building and killed several soldiers on duty. By the time Wang Hongyue and I arrived, the mysterious martial artist had already broken through the blockade and entered the warehouse where the corpses of the Thousand Transformations Dust Beasts were stored."

"The corpse of the Thousand Transformations Dust Beast was originally scheduled to be sent to headquarters tomorrow, so it's being stored in the branch base building tonight. It seems that the martial artist's target was the corpse of the Thousand Transformations Dust Beast."

"Wang Hongyu and I fought that martial artist, but he was very strong, and his cultivation level was much higher than ours. Even the combined efforts of the group were no match for him, and we were quickly injured... cough cough cough..."

"However, after that martial artist injured us, he left with the corpse of the Thousand Transformations Dust Beast and did not kill us."

As Wang Jialin spoke, a deep sense of guilt appeared on his face.

"I am very sorry, Mr. Ye, we were not strong enough to stop that criminal."

Night Wind waved his hand and said, "This is not your fault. You have done your best. Besides, no one expected that someone would dare to oppose our Kowloon Society. This was unexpected."

Hearing Ye Feng say that, Wang Jialin breathed a sigh of relief, and Wang Hongyue and the others also looked relaxed.

They bear a great deal of responsibility for the loss of the Thousand-Change Dust Beast's corpse.

Now that Ye Feng is not pursuing their responsibility, they are very grateful to him.

"You can share these pills; they can help heal your injuries."

Ye Feng took out several Rank 3 Spirit Dew Pills from his storage ring and distributed them to Wang Jialin, Wang Hongyue, and others.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye!"

Wang Jialin accepted the pills with tears of gratitude and shared them with Wang Hongyue and the others.

“Take me to the warehouse where the monster corpses are stored. Maybe there are any traces left there,” Ye Feng said.

"Yes, Mr. Ye!"

Wang Jialin immediately led the way.

Before long, Ye Feng followed Wang Jialin to a basement in the base building.

The basement is very spacious and is made of thick concrete with steel plates in many places.

Even so, the basement was riddled with large craters, clearly the marks left by Wang Jialin, Wang Hongyue, and the others during their battle with the mysterious martial artist.

The night wind looked around, carefully examining the area.

Before long, Ye Feng discovered something.

It was a small piece of metal, only about half the size of a hand, and it was black.

Night Breeze strode over and picked up the broken piece of cloth.

"Did that mysterious martial artist drop it?" Ye Feng asked.

"It should be. Even with several of us working together, we couldn't hurt him, but we must have damaged his clothes during the fight," Wang Jialin said.

"Not bad, you guys are still somewhat useful," Ye Feng said with a smile.

Wang Jialin and his group damaged the mysterious martial artist's clothes, causing this piece of clothing to fall off.

Ye Feng can use this fragment to find the mysterious martial artist who stole the corpse of the Thousand Transformations Dust Beast!

Night Wind did not avoid Wang Jialin, and directly used its long-range tracking technique right in front of him.

Although Ye Feng was still in this underground warehouse, his field of vision kept changing. Sometimes it seemed like he was looking down on the entire Zhongzhou City, and other times it seemed like he was wandering through the streets and alleys of Zhongzhou City!

Half a minute later, Ye Feng finally saw a mysterious martial artist dressed in black!

The guy was seen carrying the corpse of the Thousand Transformations Dust Beast and running wildly. He had already left the city of Zhongzhou and arrived in the suburbs!

"We found him."

A smile played on Ye Feng's lips, and in the next instant, he took a step and vanished!

"Wow...that's amazing!"

Wang Jialin stared in shock at the spot where Ye Feng had been standing, his face filled with astonishment.

Wang Jialin certainly knew that this was some kind of teleportation-type martial art.

To perform martial arts techniques like teleportation, one must at least reach the Divine Travel Realm.

The four War Gods are only at the True Essence Realm, so doesn't that mean Mr. Ye is stronger than the four War Gods?

Realizing this, Wang Jialin felt even greater reverence for Ye Feng!

Suburbs of Zhongzhou City.

A black-clad warrior squatted on the ground, his hands covered in blood.

Without using any tools, he tore apart the corpse of the Thousand-Change Dust Beast in front of him with just his bare hands, reaching inside to search for the beast's inner core.

A moment later, a bead stained with blood appeared in the black-clad warrior's hand.

Looking at the light gray demon beast core in his hand, which contained six demonic patterns, the black-clad warrior's eyes revealed excitement.

"As long as I hand over this inner core, I'll immediately get five hundred contribution points, hehe..."

The black-clad warrior muttered to himself, his voice filled with greed and lewdness.

The next moment, a figure appeared from the air.

What are contribution points?

"Contribution points are..."

He was halfway through his sentence when the black-clad warrior suddenly snapped to attention and looked up sharply at the sky.

Suddenly, a young man appeared in the night sky—it was Ye Feng!

Night Wind stood in the air, looking down at the black-clad warriors below with an indifferent expression.

"I'm asking you a question, what are contribution points?"

"Do you think I'll answer you?" the black-clad warrior said with a sneer.

"It's fine if you don't tell me, I can use Soul Searching Technique to search your memories anyway," Ye Feng said calmly.

Upon hearing the words "soul-searching technique," the black-clad warrior's expression immediately changed!

Without uttering a word, he took off running, fleeing quickly in the direction away from the night wind.

His speed was so fast that he left a series of afterimages in the air.

"Run? You think you can run away!"

Night Wind took a step and disappeared instantly, reappearing in front of the black-clad warrior.

"You want me to kill you, huh? Fine, I'll send you to your death right now!"

The black-clad warrior let out a furious roar, pulled out a dark dagger from somewhere, and stabbed it toward Ye Feng's chest.

This dagger is completely black, and it doesn't reflect any light even under the moonlight. It's clear that it's not made of ordinary materials, but rather a magical weapon!

However, in the rush, Ye Feng was unable to determine the grade of this magical artifact.

It doesn't matter what grade of spiritual weapon it is. This black-clad warrior is only at the peak of the Separation and Union Realm. Even if he were given a tenth-grade perfect spiritual weapon, he would still be no match for Ye Feng!

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out as the black-clad warrior's dagger pierced Ye Feng's chest.

However, Ye Feng's body was covered by a thin but tough shield of true energy. Even though the black-clad warrior used all his strength, he could not break through Ye Feng's defense!