The pianist, devastated by this double blow, could no longer hold on. His body went limp, and he collapsed like a kite with a broken string.

Even so, Chen Feng, who stood not far away watching coldly, had no intention of letting them go.

Just as their lives were about to end, Chen Feng decisively made his move, unleashing the terrifying Devouring Mystic Technique.

As the mysterious incantation was activated, a powerful and eerie force instantly enveloped the dying veteran and Ironstone.

Immediately afterwards, imperceptibly to the naked eye, a portion of their spiritual energy surged toward Chen Feng like a flood bursting its banks.

At the same time, fragmented memories drifted into Chen Feng's mind like snowflakes.

"Dad! Mom! Your daughter is unfilial, this time she really won't be coming back..."

Camellia's face was streaked with tears, and she cried out in a piercing voice towards the distance. Her heart-wrenching cries seemed to pierce the clouds and reach the hearts of her parents.

At that moment, the horrific scenes of the pilot and the pianist's deaths deeply pierced her eyes and shattered the last shred of defense in her heart.

She sobbed in anguish, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

Suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, Camellia abruptly raised her head and shouted with all her might, "Ah—"

With that roar, an incredibly powerful mental force erupted from her body.

However, unexpectedly, this terrifying force did not rush towards anyone else, but went straight into her own mind.

A loud "bang" was heard, like a thunderclap, and a muffled sound came from Camellia's head.

Bright red blood gushed from her seven orifices, forming shocking columns of blood that splattered everywhere.

Her body went limp and fell heavily onto the cold, hard ground.

Camellia did not die immediately after falling; her body continued to convulse, with each convulsion accompanied by more blood gushing out.

Their pitiful appearance was too tragic to bear.

Everyone around was stunned by what they saw. They stared blankly at the camellia, unsure of how to react.

“Although she’s still breathing, she’s damaged her brain, which is equivalent to brain death,” Sha Po Lang said, shaking his head after examining her.

"Give her a quick death." Chen Feng also shook his head. Although he had absorbed a portion of Chahua's spiritual power, he had not been able to detect her forgetfulness because she had destroyed her own memories.

Although Camellia was still breathing faintly, she had actually caused devastating damage to her brain, which was tantamount to being brain dead.

Sha Po Lang stepped forward with a solemn expression. After carefully examining the area, he shook his head helplessly and said, "It's too late to turn things around now."

Chen Feng, standing to the side, also shook his head, his heart filled with regret and sorrow.

Although he successfully absorbed a portion of Camellia's spiritual power, disappointingly, he ultimately failed to capture her crucial memory information.

The reason is simple: at a crucial moment, she chose to destroy her own precious memories.

Such a resolute move makes one sigh at the cruel twist of fate.

However, unexpectedly, Chen Feng, relying on some precious memories obtained from the pilot and the pianist, gradually uncovered the veil of the mysterious Western spies hidden in Tianlang Pass, as if peeling back layers of an onion.

These spies were all exactly like the three people they had encountered before—they were all mixed-race children born from the union of the Great Xia people and the Westerners.

From a young age, these poor children were drawn into an elaborate conspiracy.

They have long been subjected to comprehensive and multi-faceted brainwashing education from various Western forces, and the cruelty and wickedness of their methods are beyond imagination.

Behind all of this is a scheme orchestrated by Western powers at great expense of manpower, resources, and finances, all to silently insert these pawns, whose minds have been thoroughly manipulated, into the crucial Tianlang Pass.

However, this seemingly ordinary Sirius Pass actually hides a secret.

Entering this place may be relatively easy, but leaving and returning to the human realm is as difficult as ascending to heaven!

First, they faced an extremely rigorous, almost nitpicky review process.

Every detail will be repeatedly questioned and verified, and the slightest mistake will lead to failure.

Moreover, even if they successfully pass the review, they still need to make outstanding contributions in order to truly embark on their journey home.

Only by accumulating enough battle merits can one obtain the precious right to visit relatives.

Even the most outstanding students from the Wilderness Martial Arts University only have one chance per year to return to the human realm and reunite with their families.

As for the ordinary soldiers in the Sirius Army, some of them have been unable to return to their hometowns for three to five years, and can only spend their days in endless longing and anticipation.

"Brother Dongfeng, we really owe you a lot this time!"

"If it weren't for you, we would all probably be dead here."

At this moment, the veteran, carrying the glass, quickly walked up to Chen Feng and said with a face full of gratitude.

It should be noted that not long ago, apart from Chen Feng, the other four people were caught off guard by the alluring fragrance released by the camellia and instantly fell into a coma.

However, Chen Feng, with his keen senses and extraordinary wisdom, not only successfully rescued them from their coma, but also used ingenious methods to wake them up.

However, the matter did not end there.

In order to uncover the traitor hidden within the team, Chen Feng meticulously designed and created a realistic illusion.

In this illusion, he lured the three wicked individuals into his trap, ultimately revealing their true identities.

The whole process was thrilling and fraught with danger, but fortunately Chen Feng was there, which turned the tide and saved everyone from peril.

"Brother Dongfeng, if you ever need me, just call me. Even if it means risking my life, I won't say a word," Tieshi said, stepping forward.

"If it weren't for the east wind today, I'm afraid none of us would have made it out of here alive!"

Therefore, in my opinion, all the jade fruits on the three of them should belong to Dongfeng. What do you all think?

Just then, Sha Po Lang strode over, carrying a cloth bag filled with jade fruits and various precious medicinal herbs that he had just looted from Camellia, the pilot, and the pianist.

As Sha Po Lang spoke, he opened his cloth bag and presented three jade fruits that emitted a faint blue light to everyone.

These jade fruits are round and smooth, like emerald gems, with faint traces of spiritual energy flowing over them, making them clearly extraordinary.

Next, Sha Po Lang took out the other medicinal herbs from the bag one by one and spread them out on the ground.

These medicinal herbs are colorful and varied in shape; some resemble ginseng, while others look like lingzhi mushrooms—all rare finds in the world.