After the black-robed elder slowly regained consciousness, he felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if he were being devoured by thousands of poisonous insects. He became extremely weak and barely breathing.

Seeing this, Chen Feng dared not delay for a moment. He quickly took out a vial of extremely precious healing medicine from his pocket and carefully poured it into the mouth of the black-robed elder.

You must understand that this black-robed elder was a slave that Chen Feng had worked hard to enslave. If he were to die so easily, all the efforts he had made would have been in vain.

Therefore, no matter what, Chen Feng absolutely could not allow any accidents to happen to him.

Time passed second by second, and under the powerful effects of the healing potion, the black-robed elder's originally pale face gradually regained some color, and his breathing slowly stabilized.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, a look of gratitude flashing in them. He then struggled to his feet and respectfully bowed deeply to Chen Feng, his voice slightly weak but very sincere as he said:

"Your subordinate Liu Yuan pays his respects to Master! Thank you for saving my life! From this day forward, I will serve you wholeheartedly, even unto death!"

"Which evil god organization do you belong to?" Chen Feng asked.

“Master, we are from the Demon God Cult,” Liu Yuan replied respectfully without the slightest hesitation.

"Where is your base in Jiangzhou? Who are the experts there? And how many experts are there in the Great Xia?" Chen Feng asked.

“Master, I am the strongest member of the Demon God Sect in Jiangzhou. The strongest member of the Demon God Sect in the Great Xia is the Vice Sect Leader, who is at the mid-stage of the fourth rank. In addition, there are more than ten fifth and sixth rank experts.” Liu Yuan spoke frankly.

"Do you know anything about other evil god organizations in Jiangzhou and within the Great Xia territory? Go back and prepare first, and I'll come back tomorrow to get the relevant information from you," Chen Feng nodded and said.

After Liu Yuan left, Chen Feng returned to the camp.

At this moment, the battle within the mist intensified, with shouts of killing and the clash of swords intertwined, creating a deafening roar.

The men in black robes, those in black, and the warriors of the White Cloud Hunting Group moved through the mist like ghosts, their figures appearing and disappearing, making them elusive.

The men in black robes surged toward the enemy like a raging tide, their attacks fierce and ruthless, each swing of their swords carrying a deadly threat.

The men in black were agile, weaving nimbly through the attacks of the men in black robes, occasionally delivering a fatal blow to their enemies.

The warriors of the White Cloud Hunting Group worked closely together, their formation like an impregnable fortress, repelling wave after wave of enemy attacks.

On the battlefield, blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs were scattered all around. The corpses of the black-robed men were piled up like mountains, their screams echoing in the mist, sending chills down one's spine.

However, the men in black and the warriors of the White Cloud Hunting Group did not back down. They continued to fight the enemy with all their might, willing to pay any price for survival and honor.

The whole scene was like a bloody painting, making people feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

In this fierce battle, no one can stand aside; everyone is fighting for their life and beliefs.

“Since they are from an evil god organization, none of them can be spared. And these men in black are clearly from the Black Earth Hunting Group, they are no good either, let them fight to the death.”

Standing on high ground, Chen Feng's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, taking in every detail of the camp. He was secretly making plans in his mind, but his hands never stopped moving.

Under his skillful arrangement, all the men in black robes moved silently, like ghosts.

Their steps were light, as if they had become one with the darkness. The masked men in black, however, remained oblivious, absorbed in their mission.

Suddenly, the two sides clashed unexpectedly. In an instant, swords flashed and cries of battle rose and fell.

The figures in black robes appeared and disappeared in the darkness, and their attacks were like a sudden storm, catching everyone off guard.

The masked man in black, relying on his superb martial arts skills and tenacious fighting spirit, fought bravely against the black-robed man's fierce attack.

The scene was incredibly intense, with deafening shouts of battle echoing across the battlefield. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red as if forming a bloody ocean.

Everyone is fighting for their beliefs and mission; no one is backing down, and no one is giving up.

In this life-or-death struggle, time seemed to stand still. Chen Feng stood quietly to the side, his eyes revealing a coldness and resolve.

He knew that the outcome of this battle would determine the course of the entire situation. And he had to ensure that his plan could be implemented smoothly.

When the fog in the camp dissipated, Chen Feng had unknowingly reunited with Zhou Ping, Zhang Qingyun, and the others.

He looked around and saw that the warriors of the White Cloud Hunting Group were also gathering in twos and threes. Each of them had wounds of varying degrees, but their tired faces revealed the relief of surviving a disaster.

Finally, when everyone took a headcount, they were surprised to find that although everyone was seriously injured, they had all miraculously survived.

However, the scene before them was shocking.

The ground was littered with the corpses of men in black robes and masked men in black, their bodies lying haphazardly around them. Blood stained the ground, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Zhang Baiyun stared wide-eyed at everything in disbelief.

A complex mix of emotions welled up within him, a mixture of relief at his and the hunting party's good fortune and lingering fear of the brutal battle.

Zhou Ping and the other martial artists remained silent, their eyes filled with awe for the battle and a deep respect for life.

At that moment, they realized that every victory was hard-won and every life deserved respect.

After careful examination, Zhang Baiyun and the others were surprised to find that most of the corpses of these masked men in black were actually members of the Black Soil Hunting Group. Even their captain, Liu Heitu, had not escaped death and had died tragically there.

Almost none of the other team members survived; they lay scattered and bleeding in pools of blood.

As for those mysterious figures in black robes, no one knew anything about them. Their identities remained a mystery, leaving everyone baffled.

At Chen Feng's suggestion, everyone decided to gather all the corpses together, pile them into a small mountain, and then set them on fire.

The raging flames devoured these once vibrant lives, and billowing black smoke seemed to tell the tragic story of this fierce battle.

The next day, as dawn broke, sunlight shone on the earth, bringing a touch of warmth.

However, this land, where fierce battles once took place, is still permeated with the aura of death.

Everyone silently collected the vehicles and the carcasses of the wild beasts, their hearts heavy with complex emotions. Every movement was made with extreme care, as if afraid of disturbing those sleeping souls.

Afterwards, the caravan quickly headed towards Jiangzhou City along the same road they had come from. The hunting trip had lasted seven days, but to them, it felt like a long time had passed.