Chen Feng moved like lightning, instantly appearing in front of a peak seventh-rank martial artist. His long sword flashed coldly as he thrust it straight at the opponent's throat.

Upon seeing this, the seventh-rank peak martial artist's expression changed slightly, and he quickly dodged to the side, but Chen Feng's sword momentum was like a whirlwind and a torrential rain, leaving him overwhelmed.

On the other side, Huang Xiaoqin held a long whip, tracing sharp arcs in the air, tightly binding a seventh-rank martial artist.

Du Mingyang, wielding a large sword, slashed at his opponent with powerful, sweeping strokes, each strike carrying the force of a thousand pounds.

Zhang Qingyun's swordsmanship was exquisite, with endless variations in his sword moves, making it difficult to gain the upper hand in his battles with his enemies.

Zhou Ping excelled in boxing; his iron fists were powerful and fierce, forcing his opponents to retreat repeatedly.

Meanwhile, seven or eight eighth-rank martial artists among the men in black engaged in a fierce battle with the eighth-rank martial artists of the White Cloud Hunting Group.

The two sides went back and forth, neither willing to give in.

However, due to the fact that two eighth-rank martial artists were unfortunately injured by traps during the previous attack on the camp, the black-clad men were slightly inferior in both numbers and morale.

Despite their valiant resistance, the situation gradually turned against them.

"Liu Heitu, don't think I won't recognize you just because your face is covered. Since you dared to launch a night raid, it's a fight to the death! Brothers, kill them all, leave no one alive!" Zhang Baiyun roared, brandishing his knife.

"Kill them all, leave no survivors," Liu Heitu shouted in a muffled voice.

"Kill them!"

"boom--"

In an instant, the warriors on both sides of the battlefield were enraged. Their eyes blazed with fury, and their inner energy surged wildly like a raging torrent.

These martial artists unleashed their most powerful and secret techniques, and in an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced, and shouts of battle were deafening!

Some martial artists wield incredibly sharp longswords, their swordplay as fierce as a sudden storm, each thrust accompanied by a piercing sound of air being torn apart.

Some martial artists wield giant axes weighing hundreds of pounds, each strike seemingly capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, displaying astonishing power.

Some martial artists are skilled in fist techniques; their punches are powerful and fierce, causing the air to explode wherever they go...

Various weapons gleamed coldly in the air, weaving together a chilling scene of carnage.

While Chen Feng, who was in the midst of the battle, appeared to be fighting his opponents with all his might, he was actually constantly distracted by the group of mysterious men in black in the distance.

The group of men in black were acting mysteriously, their purpose unknown. Meanwhile, Chen Feng kept a close eye on Zhou Ping's condition.

Chen Feng had little interest in the other martial artists in the White Cloud Hunting Group.

After all, in this cruel world, the impermanence of life and death is commonplace. If these people unfortunately die on the battlefield, perhaps it can only be attributed to their own bad luck.

However, there was only one person Chen Feng truly cared about—Zhou Ping. As long as Zhou Ping was safe and sound, even if everyone else met with misfortune, Chen Feng felt it wouldn't be a great loss.

Meanwhile, in the dense forest not far away, a group of mysterious figures dressed in black robes were hiding.

Although they were lying in wait without making any move, Chen Feng still sensed a strange aura emanating from them thanks to his extremely keen perception.

This aura was extremely strange, completely different from that of ordinary martial artists. Instead, it was more like the sinister aura unique to those cultists of evil gods who sent chills down one's spine.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng frowned slightly, pondering to himself, "Just who are these men in black robes? Why are they here? Could they really be connected to the Evil God Cult...?"

A host of questions arose in Chen Feng's mind, making him increasingly wary of the current situation.

"Is it the White Cloud Hunting Group or the Black Soil Hunting Group that has members of an evil god cult? I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly?"

Chen Feng pondered silently, various thoughts flashing through his mind. He frowned deeply, trying to eliminate all possibilities.

First, he quickly removed the members of the White Cloud Hunting Group from the list of suspects.

He knew that if the other party had immediately notified the organization after learning his identity, assassins would probably have come knocking on his door days ago.

However, only three days have passed since they met the Black Soil Hunting Group.

Chen Feng fell into deep thought, carefully recalling every detail of his contact with the Black Soil Hunting Group.

He tried to glean some clues from their words and actions to determine whether they might return to the city to inform others.

"boom--"

"ah--"

Amidst the deafening roar, several eighth-rank men in black were sent flying backward like kites with broken strings, letting out shrill screams.

Their bodies twisted in mid-air, as if being torn apart by an invisible force. One of them had his chest ripped open, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering onto the ground around him.

The eighth-rank martial artists of the White Cloud Hunting Group were like tigers descending the mountain. Their attacks were fierce and ruthless, and each swing of their swords carried a sharp sword aura, flashing through the air like lightning.

A man in black had his arm severed, the severed arm flying through the air as blood rained down.

The battle reached a fever pitch, with both sides' eighth-rank martial artists unleashing their full potential.

One of the warriors from the White Cloud Hunting Group was accidentally hit by his opponent. His body flew out like a cannonball and crashed hard into a large tree.

The tree trunk snapped in response, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his chest red.

The other man in black had despair and madness in his eyes. Ignoring his own injuries, he lunged at a warrior from the White Cloud Hunting Group. The two embraced tightly and fell to the ground together.

Then, with a loud bang, their bodies exploded simultaneously, blood and flesh flying everywhere, a truly horrific scene.

About ten minutes later, the battle finally ended. All the eighth-rank martial artists of the men in black lay dead on the spot, while the eighth-rank martial artists of the White Cloud Hunting Group also paid a heavy price.

One of them has lost his life, three others are seriously injured and barely breathing, and the others have all suffered minor injuries to varying degrees.

Their bodies were covered in blood, their faces were exhausted, but their eyes revealed determination and resilience.

"Be careful, we're going to help the vice-captain and the others." The lightly injured martial artists spoke in a low but firm voice, their eyes revealing a resolute and courageous spirit.

They swiftly and skillfully treated the seriously injured martial artist's wounds, each movement precise and powerful.

At this moment, the seventh-rank martial artists from both sides were fiercely fighting, and the battle had entered a white-hot stage.

Chen Feng moved with lightning speed, blocking his opponent's fierce attack while secretly unleashing his mental power, which swept towards Zhou Ping's opponent like an invisible storm.

Chen Feng's mental power had successfully created chaos for his opponent, giving Zhou Ping an opportunity. He continued to concentrate, pushing his mental power to its limit, putting his opponent in an even more difficult situation.