"Not enough," Night Wind shook his head.

After a pause, Ye Feng continued, "But now, we can take a risk. After all, there is nothing in this world that is absolutely certain. It is impossible to avoid any risks at all."

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Wang Zongde and Wang Dachun prepared to jump ship.

"Do as I say. Once you're off the ship, immediately land on the ground with your men. Don't fly around. From my observation, the birdmen of the demon race are only good at aerial combat. They will face great obstacles on the ground, especially in the mountains and forests!" As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, he jumped down first.

Wang Zongde, Wang Dachun, and others immediately led the others and jumped down from the air.

Each of them had to lead four or five people. Except for Wang Zongde, who seemed to be having a very easy time, the others were having a very difficult time.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

These people, including the three sons, were all their relatives, and Wang Zongde and Wang Dachun could not possibly abandon them.

Although Ye Feng was the first to jump off the boat, he kept an eye on the movements behind him. If Wang Zongde and Wang Dachun were not up to the task, he would not stand idly by and would definitely lend a helping hand.

The bald man also jumped down, along with twenty or thirty other martial artists!

It seems these people are all intelligent.

There were still many people left on the ship, most of whom were not martial artists.

Night Wind actually had the ability to save those people, but he didn't intend to.

They were not related, not even from the same world, so Ye Feng had no reason to risk exposing his identity to save them.

The ground was getting closer and closer when Wang Dachun in the air encountered danger; a starling birdman had his eye on him.

Night Wind immediately turned around and pointed.

The two bird-men immediately exploded in mid-air, collapsing and dissipating.

"Soul-Destroying Finger? You're from the Black Soul Cult?"

Upon seeing this, the bald man let out a loud shout, a serious expression appearing on his face.

Nightwind knew about the Dark Soul Cult.

It was an extremely evil and secretive sect. No one knew where its gates were, but every year many martial artists died tragically at the hands of the Black Soul Sect.

The most famous martial art of the Black Soul Cult is the Soul-Destroying Finger.

With a single finger strike, the soul is annihilated!

"You're a bit blind. The person killed by the Soul-Destroying Finger will only have their soul dissipate, but their physical body will not be destroyed," Ye Feng sneered.

After a moment's thought, the bald man asked again, "Then you're from the Yuan Chen Sect? Did you just use the Yuan Chen Twelve Divine Finger technique?"

"I'm not from the Yuan Chen Sect, don't make wild guesses," Ye Feng said, shaking his head.

Unable to find out the origin of the night wind, the bald man seemed somewhat unwilling.

We've reached the ground.

Ye Feng, Wang Zongde, and the others all landed on the ground, and the other martial artists also landed one after another.

This place is a lush and green forest, and a large flock of birdmen are chasing after it from the sky.

"Once they enter the forest, kill them all, leave no one alive!" Night Wind ordered without hesitation.

More than twenty birdmen landed in the forest, and because of the dense trees, their flight and dodging appeared somewhat clumsy.

"Now!"

With a loud shout, Ye Feng once again used the Void Yuan Divine Finger.

Although he pretended to use his full strength, Ye Feng was actually only displaying the power of the Divine Travel Realm.

The bald man and the other martial artists also made their moves.

So all twenty-odd birdmen were killed; not one survived!

"It's true! These birdmen's fighting power drops significantly once they enter the forest, and their speed also slows down!" a martial artist said.

“That’s called terrain advantage,” another martial artist said.

"Hurry up! Don't stay here!"

After saying that, Ye Feng led Wang Zongde and the others away, ignoring the bald man and the twenty-odd martial artists behind them.

The bald man chased after them, and the twenty-odd martial artists hesitated for a moment, but then followed.

The night wind did not drive them away, but instead led Wang Zongde and the others to keep their heads down and continue on their way.

They ran for more than thirty miles in one breath before the night wind finally stopped.

“Alright, it won’t be easy for those birdmen to track us down here,” Night Wind said.

The bald man stepped forward and asked, "May I ask your honorable name, sir?"

“My surname is Gong. You can call me Young Master Gong or Mr. Gong,” Ye Feng said.

"Then you can just call me Baldy," Baldy said with a smile.

Night Breeze glanced at the bald man but didn't say anything more.

He then looked at the twenty-odd martial artists who had followed him and asked, "What are you planning to do now? You can't just keep following us, can you?"

The twenty-odd martial artists looked at each other, speechless.

After a while, a handsome young man finally stepped forward.

“We survived thanks to you, so we plan to work for you,” the handsome-looking man said.

"What should I call you?" Ye Feng asked.

"Tan Nie," Tan Nie replied, bowing respectfully.

Ye Feng said, "You can call me Young Master Gong. If you want to follow me, that's fine too. Anyway, whether I lead our group or you, we're running away, so there's not much difference."

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the group breathed a sigh of relief.

But Ye Feng added, “Since you intend to follow me, you must obey my orders. You cannot disobey what I say. Can you do that? If you can, then I will let you join me. If you cannot, then we will part ways.”

Tan Nie replied without hesitation, "I can!"

After a pause, Tan Nie added, "But I can only guarantee myself."

The night wind then looked toward those people.

After a short while, one by one, these people expressed their opinions, and not a single one withdrew.

Night Wind nodded in satisfaction and said, "Alright, since you're working for me, I will definitely not treat you unfairly. I swear here that I will never let you die for no reason."

With Ye Feng's words, the group finally felt relieved.

Their biggest fear was being used as cannon fodder by the night wind and becoming a scapegoat.

“Tell me all your skills,” Ye Feng asked.

Tan Nie immediately replied, "I am a sword cultivator."

"Show me your swordsmanship," Night Wind said.

Tan Nie immediately raised his hand, and a delicate little flying sword appeared in his palm, spinning rapidly.

Upon seeing the flying sword, Ye Feng immediately said, "No need for a demonstration, your swordsmanship is quite good."

Just as the birdmen chased into the forest, Ye Feng saw a flying sword kill several birdmen in succession. Now that he saw that flying sword in Tan Nie's hand, Ye Feng would be too stupid if he couldn't guess that it was Tan Nie who had just made the move.

Then someone stepped forward and said, "My technique is the Water Element Technique."

After saying that, the man formed a hand seal, and the surrounding air immediately became very humid. Then, water droplets appeared around the martial artist.